The Cadiz sentinel. [volume] (Cadiz, Ohio) 184?-1851, 1845-01-01

Der, 1915, Colonel Darcy and | we're walking
on the Boulevard de Grand. noticed a few pa
ces in front and advancing towards US, a man and
a young girl, whose appearance irrcsistibly en-
gagged my interest at the fist glance. Tall, slen-
der and delicate, the young girl reminded me Of
plants nursed in lighthouses into a precocious
growth and destined to perish prematurely.-
Her face was of the chaste oval of the madoonas
of Ciambua, her hair a rich brown in color, was
parted on her forehead, and fell in ringlets on ei-
Their cheek, setting off the clear paleness Of her
complexion; the elegance of her figure and her
timid modest air, correspondent with the innocent
beauty of her countenance. The man who &C
companied her was of middle size, and evidently
in feeble health, his features were regular and OF
even contour, but he was extremely pale and
wore an expression of deep melancholy. Large
and deep pimples traverscd his forehead; but his
eye was clear and bright as an eagles, and | no
ticed a quick and sudden flash, as he glanced OH
one side or the other. AT first sight | shorld
have taken him to be about sixty years of age,
but a second look convinced me that he could
not be more than forty, Notwithstanding his snow
white hair.
The two presented to my eyes so vivid a con.
trast, that | fell inyoluntarily INTO conjectures re-
speeding their relations to each other, till my al
~tention was drawn 10 a mjddie-aged man walking
behind and evidently watching them. Thonl
supposed them TO be father and daughter, but |
saw her smile, and | saw nothing of flial affection
in the expression of her face.
They passed US, the young girl looked at me:
Darcy salutcd them both, and | saw the mid
dIe-aged man cross TO the other side Of the street.
When they wete out of hearing, | asked the Co.
lionel who they were.
"They are husband and wife," said he, "as
for the man who followed them
"Itis impossible !" | interrupted.
cit is true !" he replied. And | could not
help weaving a romantic story Of a forced mar
rage between persons so unlike each other.-
Tho same evening, at the opera, | saw the man
and his young wife whom we had net on the
Boulevard and | could no: help expressing my
thoughts 10 the lady whom | accompanied.
cit is indeed quite Il drama said she.
Sand can tbs young creature love her hus-
band?"
"She adorcs him."
At this moment, | perceived, in an adjoining
box, the man whom | had seen following them.
The curtain rose but | listened not, for my mind
was absorbed with the idea of that young, child
like woman marrying for love the whito-hailed
iilhh, hiLI1 AL ny |'NiIC'D SHh'H'N"'
When there was an interval in the music, the
lady at my side resumed
Eyes you see there a man who knows how to
love"
/ e~ntrcatcd Madame de Ncale to tell me what
she knew Of this interesting history.
alt is very sad one said she " but YOU shall
hear it,"
x T., i1,,-, .r H. D.. IL l., D,,Lo,;, ,tra
teen years ago, lived two young girls, the eldest
was called M2deIajne, the youngest Marie
Madclaine was a mother to her sister, it was she
who taught her to read and write and everything
else she knew; it was she who hoped 10 bring
her up as an honorable maiden should be educa-
ted; and yet she was only four years The eldest.
Their father the Marquis dc Sjmiane, had perish
ed by the guiiloljnc; their mother deprived OF
all her property, died three months after, recon-
mending her orphan to Him who is a father to
the tatherlcss. Madclaine was then fifteen
Sorrow would have killed her, but that Marie re-
NAMED to live for her; and from that time Marie
was Ike her child more thm like her sister. The
people in the ncighberhood knew The girls, and
whenthey saw them passing, hand in hand, would
point them out and say
"Poor little creatures ! how they love one
another -
"Madelaine at this sine was very beautiful
a little too pale, perhaps, but with an elegance OF
figure that was not TO be concealed by her mean
apparel; in fact the young girl you see is the
very image of her. Marie was a bright child but
so delicate that the most constant care and atten-
ton was necessary to p~rolong her life. Her arms
and feet were so slender that they looked as if a
breeze would break them, all her natural vigor
seemed concentrated in her large black eyes
that sometimes absolutely flashed with light.
1" In tho same street, and not far from the
dwelling of the two sisters, lived printer named
Philip Menard, about eighteen years of age, and
like them, an orphan. On the first floor of the
house inhabited by MadeIaine and Marie, lived
the landlord, NJ. Dumont, a rich old bachelor.
"On both these, Madelaino had unconsciously
made adeep impression. Philip, for many months,
contented himself with bowling when he saw her;
then he venturod so far as to smile, then to speak
to her. One day, as he did SO. Mudelaine an.
swered with Il blush, and Philip felt his heart
throb with a feeling of hope.
"The same afternoon, M. Dumont knocked
at the door of his fair ledger, entered, and seat
cd himself according 10 custom. Marie was abb
sent and he declared his love. Madelaine felt
troubled and grew pale; but she declined the off
or with dignity, and seemed relieved when he
I left her. Philip a i'll soon after, and asked
what was the matter, that she looked so sad.
Nothing" replied tho young girl, but her
voice tromblod as she thought of M. Dumoni's
angry looks.
Philip sat down, and Madelaine, with her work
beside him. Gradually her face resumed its ex-
preston of serenity, and she smiled with her
usual angelic swee mess.
After a long conversation Philip knelt before
lher, took her hand, and said t~imidly--.