The Cadiz sentinel. [volume] (Cadiz, Ohio) 184?-1851, 1845-01-01
=" Madelaine | love YOU"

i hS INSTANT dlCl tAiC1 ouilh ~ tic BIOulus CONGl-
ed by the long dropping lashes, and a tear fell on
his hand. The two were betrothed ere they par
ted.
The next morning vindictive M. DumoRt gave
them warning that they must leave his house.
The day was already fixed for their marriage,
when Unexpectedly, Philip, pale and breathless,
entered the little room occupied by the sisters.
lie had been ordered OIL military service, and
would be forced to leave Paris on the morrow.
Madelaine shuddered, for she knew that his blow
had fallen on them through the agency of NJ.
Dumont. But she endeavored TO comfort her To-
yer and promised eternal constancy. Then he
was relieved also by the hope of winning fortune
by his sword.
" will return" cried he, " yes | will return,
Madelainc; not with a woollen e~paulette like
that | shall wear tomorrow, but with an epaulette
OF gold. You and Marie shall live in luxury, as
you used TO do"
$50 that you return, Philip, [ care not for the
rest" said Madelaine averting her face.
The next day Philip was On his way to the
frontier.
Soon after, Marie fell seriously i'll, and Made
lame, to supply all her wants, worked harder than
ever, sometimes depriving herself of a whole
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pale, her eyes could hardly bear the light; but
she forgot her fatigue by her sisters bedside,
and while she looked at a medallion Philip had
given her before his departure, she would muir
mur 10 herself, g when he knows all | have suffer-
ed, he will love me more than ever"
Marie grew worse--aer sister redoubled her
eXertions; but toll, watching, privations, cares,
were alike in vain. The physician pronounced
her malady to be of the lungs; and added, that
nothing could save her life but a journey into
Italy.
Poor Madelaine she sat with her face buried
in her hands, reproaching herself that her sister
must die for the want of a little gold She
would have given her soul to save her sweet Ma
RE. Suddenly she dried her tears, rose up has
lily, ran TO her drawer, and took out a letter from
Phillip cherished letter--which she kissed
while her face was bathed in tears. Then she
rapidly descended the staircase rang the bell of
M. Dumont's apartments, and desired to speak
with him.
All was ready for the departure Of the sisters,
for Madelaine had given her hand to the old man,
to save Marie. Alas /! it was too late; the eve
ming before they were to set out, the poor girl
was obliged to take the bed she was no more to
leave, except for a bier. Madelaine still cher
ished hope, but it was cruelty crushed when the
physician informed her that it was necessary to
give up all thoughts Of going to Italy.
ooh, Monsieur J" she cried responsibility
" what have you done?"
Marie died; the grief of her sister was deep
but resigned. AS she closed the eyes Of the
dead, she murmurcd-" Sister, thou art gone first
to Heaven, but [ shall follow thee soon"
Madelaino became a mother. Before the
birth of her child, she received a letter from
Philip, which she read many times and watered
with bitter tears. 1t contained these words
Madeline, | have obtained an e~paulette of
gold"
When her child was a few days old, she took
from her neck the. medallion of Philip,
which she thought herself unworthy to wear, and
fastened it round the neck of the infant.
"Ihou shalt lie called Madelaine too,' she
said, " and may'st thou be happier than thy moth
En-"
"One day, while her husband was in the room,
she heard knock at the door, it opened and Phi
lip entered. He started back when he saw Ma
dolaine with The child in her arms, and Dumont
beside her, The unhappy woman uttered a pier
cling shrek Of anguish, and fell on tie bed in u
Iswoon. She never recovered her senses, but en-
PRED in u few hours after. The shock was great
er than Philip could bear, reason forsook him,
and he was sent 10 the hospital for the insane.
Just then | saw the two persons | had been OBJ
serving, rise and leave the box. They were fol
lowed by the middle aged man. Madame de
NeaIe resumed her narrative:
Sixteen years after the event ! have related,
some ladies, among whom was a young orphan
girl, who had been to visit the insane hospital at
Charenton, were crossing the court to retire,
when they were met by one of the patients, a
man of noble figure and countenance, but the
prey Of deep melancholy. At sight of the young
girl, he stopped and seemed agitated by extraor.
binary emotion. Slowly then, he came up to
them, and kneeling down before the young girl,
said to her in a gentle and p~laintlve voice
"Thou art not dead, Madelaine?"
The physician who accompanied them led the
party away in silence, and in reply to their ques.
tons afterwards, informed them that the uniortu-
nate man had lost his reason by an unhappy at
tQchment. The young girl was much affected
remembering her own mothers history, and en-,
treated to be permitted to see the poor maniac
again. She was conducted to the apartment he
occupied; when he saw her, he rose, passed his
hand slowly across his eyes, as if seeking to col
lect his thoughts, then approached, hesitatingly
regarded her attentively, and murmured ina voice
broked by sobs-
"Then thou art not dead, Madelainc?"
Monsieur" said the girl to the physician
" cannot your art restore reason 10 this unhappy
mani"
The eyes of the maniac, fixed all the while
on her, suddenly lost their wild expression; there
seemed strange and terrible reaction with him
it was as intellect struggled TO overcome his men
tai disorder. At length he looked down upon hi:
torn and soiled apparel, his wasted hands, and
again in the VISITORS face, saying
sit is only | who have changed, thou art the
same Madelaine !"