Histoires de personnes et lieux en Europe étaient debout . inPierres gardenwhen petite fleur Marie lui a dit qu'herfathers décision. Il criedin Twentythousand ; couronnes de désespoir. Pourquoi tout ce que j'ai, quelques vthese acres pauvres, que Slittle vignoble, et les arbres ne serait pas theseolive bringa cinquième de cette somme, et le flowersaround hiseyes reposait sur eux. Comment Iwish il dit, malheureusement, ces fleurs coin Icould intogold ! Ces mots sont venus après lui, retour, apporter une nouvelle idée. Il vis-nickko le pharmacien village tôt le matin suivant, et ensemble ils wentthrough le petit jardin de fleurs, le pharmacien sniffing, ogl

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Stories of persons and places in Europe . were standing inPierres little flower gardenwhen Marie told him herfathers decision. Twentythousand crowns ; he criedin despair. Why all I have, vthese few poor acres, that Slittle vineyard, and theseolive trees would not bringa fifth of that sum, and hiseyes rested on the flowersaround them. How Iwish he said, sadly, Icould coin these flowers intogold ! These words came backto him, afterward, bring-ing a new idea. He vis-ited the village druggist early the next morning, and together they wentthrough the little flower garden, the druggist sniffing, ogling, and even tast-ing the pretty petals and fragrant stamens. Soon after this visit, Pierre was seen shifting his fences and enlarginghis garden. Now he took in a slip of his vineyard, now a corner of his fields, then he went off to the forest with his men, to search for fine blacking mould.The next day he was busily sowing, cutting and trans-planting in his garden.The people thought he was getting crazy; they advised him to pull up his. JOSEPHINE. 820 Persons and Places in Europe. useless flowers and grow leeks and garlic like a sensible man. But Pierreshook his head, and Marie encouraged him in his obstinacy. The oldItalian druggist, too, was forever coming and whispering to Pierre in thegarden, and chuckling over the flowers. The summer passed, and in the spring what a glorious garden Pierreswas ; it made the old Italian chuckle more than ever. Then they began togather the flowers and Marie came over and helped. A fire was built in thefurnace and a strange brewing and simmering was begun, with the leanItalian rubbing his hands over it as though he were some horrible wizard That summer, Josephine, the wife of the then Consul Napoleon, was askedby a friend of the Italian druggist to accept the dedication of a delightfulnew essence, quite a new discovery. She graciously did so, and the productsof Pierres little garden went off with lightning-like rapidity. All Parisbegan to dem

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