Boon's Lick times. [volume] (Fayette, Mo.) 1840-1848, 1841-11-13

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to gain the shelter of an auberge sorry
enough perhaps
Sorry! no. no. would challenge all
France to produce so delightful an auberge
as that TO which am conducting you--
| the old woman is the best and kindcst of
creatures, and for Justine'--he paused and
wiped his brow.
We'll, for Justine' said |.
! She is Just the oveliest and dearest girl
that ever beamed goodness from brigh,
eve! In short, Monsieur. for why should
! hide feeling Of which am proud, JUS
tine IS that one person whom long TO see
a betrothed Mistress I SUPPOSE
NO, she was too Young when Joined
the army--scarcely fifteen! and I-what
had | to offer but an honest heart; and
though loved her better than life, as ]
might never have returned, you know, it
had been ungenerous to betray her into
promise that she would have repented, per
haPs after was gonep
Very Just and honorable | observed.
'Hark, Monsieur he exclaimed, they are
dancng--some gala-day-a wedding, per
haps' He paused and attempted to laugh,
but did not succeed. Hush! it is all over
now-all over What am saying it may
indeed be overp
Let us at least proceed said I, seeing
him stand mute and motionless
Monsieur is right--it were well to know
| the worst at once. Oh, that we had been
hall an hour soOnerp
\ few minutes now brought US to the
hamlet, beautifully and pastoraIy situated
by the side of a rapid stream, whose muir
muring harmonized sweetly with the still
ness and serenity Of the hour. A few mi
nutes more, and we were at the door of the
auberg.'
! Excuse me, Monsieur, said Henri. press
ing on my arm with hand that trembled
with emotion-who knows what may have
| happened! | have a strange fancy to look
in at the window. lIa! there sits Justine
herseIf-her dark hair braided with flow
crs--she cannot'-he paused for breath
she cannot be a bride: yet that wreath
looks like bridal coronaI! No, not is
not so-she weeps--oh! that | might kiss
away those tears! and besides there is no
man IN the cottage after all; only the good
old woman Ranging over her. Monsieur
had better proceed
We entered the cottage, where our ARR.
val seemed to work an immediate change.
If Justine had been weepig, her tears were
fled, Henri was welcomed with enthusiasm
as an old and valued friend and both mo-
Their and daughter were instantly active and
sollcItous in the service of a stranger and
traveller. Justine in particular, in spite of
her holiday array, bestirred herself to
spread forth supper, from which, howev-
err, she fed with precipitation on the limited
fears of Henrinas to her marriage; and
even thought perceived convulsve shud-
der run through her frame.
ID not say that again. cried the old wo-
man, p.ossinghs hand, it cuts up poor JUS
tin to the heart
'PlagH2 on my tonguer exclaimed Henri.
1 would Aot wound her feelings for the
world
4 know it my dear boy. and therefore
will tell you all: and why should mind.
Monsieur-we who are innocent of wrong
have nothing to conceal; the truth then is,
that Arnaud--you remember Armand,
Henri
'Ay, ay,' returned the soldier impatiently,
for no good thought
We'll, ii was about last fall that he began
to notice Justine. and from that he grew
more particular. till last fall
Mother. say not that Justine loves him.
for he->-he never loved any but himself, and
although he be wealthy
'Alack wealth he has not, for his vine
yards were all bIighted,' said the Oh woman:
but Justine looked not for wealth.
And if she looked for worth, she found
It not cried Henri. Indignantly.
1t is but too true, replied the dame, Jus
tine read not in his beaming eyes a mean
and selfish heart! She listened and bel eyed
--and-ths should have been her wedding
day;-hush, hush. Henri, let her not hear
you-Justlnc. my love, YOU will find the
freshest grapes at the end Of the garden.
But mems VOWS continued the old woman,
are like the wind; and Armand was welded
this morning to a richer girl--yet, oh, for
worth, there is none like my poor child
The villain exclaimed Heart invoiunta-
rly, assuming mcnacing gesture.
Alas cried the mother. on whom this
action was not lost-'the One who sees all.
Furnishes and rewards; and oh, that he had
looked on my darling this day, never COM
planning even by look. but with her own
sweet hands decking the hair of the bride,
ay, and this very evening dancing on the
green when her heart was like 10 break
But oh, when it was all ended, and they
were gone TO their home-that cottage.
Monsieur by the stream--you may see it
now by the Il ght of the moon, with the al
ders trembling round it-then. her heart
sunk! But the sight of an old friend turn