The Maréchale (Catherine Booth-Clibborn)Strahan, James
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The Maréchale (Catherine Booth-Clibborn)
Strahan, James
Booth-Clibborn, Catherine, 1860-1955
Baron X, the eldest son of the Baron of that name, was born at Bordeaux,
and brought up in a family of strict Catholic traditions. He studied at
the Collêge de Tivoli and the Lycée, but he cared for little except
sport and pleasure. After he had wasted much of his father’s substance
in riotous living, he was informed that his allowance would be entirely
cut off unless he went abroad for a time. Leaving home in disgrace, he
sailed for New York, and was beginning to taste the bitterness of exile,
when, chancing one day to enter a big restaurant, he was astonished to
meet his cousin, the Viscount of X., who, having inherited a fortune of
two million francs, was making haste to squander it. Falling upon each
other’s necks, they at once became companions in pleasure. Giving
themselves up to all kinds of insanity, they spent immense sums in a few
months.
Baron X was afraid to give himself a single moment of reflection on the
enormity of his errors. He was inwardly miserable, and found that
everybody else who was pursuing pleasure was as unhappy as himself. One
night, at a dance in Montreal, he said to the queen of the ball, admired
by everybody for her beauty and charm—
"Would that I could find out how to enjoy myself again!"
She answered, "If _I_ seem to be gay, I have no reason for being so.
Oh, how I suffer!"
The young man felt that existence became more and more mechanical, the
days succeeding one another in an endless monotony of unsatisfying
amusements. He seemed to be living in a bad dream.
After a while he returned to France, and one evening he was sitting, sad
at heart, on the balcony of the _Café de la Paix_, wondering to what
place of pleasure he should turn his steps, when some Salvationist girls
came to offer their journal to the customers. They were greeted with
the usual pleasantries. Baron X asked the waiter if he knew who these
people were.
"Oh, yes, Monsieur, they are the _Salutistes_, and if you want to have a
good laugh, you have only to go to the Rue Auber, which is quite near
by; they have a hall there where you could spend a good evening."
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