Following Up a Clew
by Joseph Montet
On the day when she felt her end approaching and that life was slowly leaving her, just as the oil in her china lamp gently sank on a winter’s night, Mlle. Aglae put her skinny hands upon the head of her pug Mirza and shed copious tears after which, turning to her faithful servant, Gertrude, she said in a weak, sad voice:
“I am leaving you my fortune, Gertrude, but on condition that, when I am gone, you will take care of Mirza as I have done. The poor creature will need all your affection to console her for my loss. Swear to me that death alone will separate you from her!”
Gertrude swore on all that she held most dear, that is upon the remains of her parrot Leocadie, which she had seen sadly depart life from the effects of a too rash indulgence in parsley, and which the skill of a taxidermist had enabled her to preserve, upon a gilded perch, with wide-spread wings, in ecstatic attitude of a parrot winging its flight to a better world.
Mlle. Aglae died peacefully after this, for she knew well that the pledge would be sacredly kept. Her confidence was not misplaced, as Gertrude was a woman of her word, and the whole town of Briqueville was edified by the conscientious zeal she… Read More