The Middlebury galaxy. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1848-1850, 1848-11-14

to his master-"Master, master, it is | /; it is
your faithful servant do not harm me, my
lord Marquis, do not harm me ~
The next moment, Philip opened the small,
secret door which led to the chamber of the
Marquis of Kordonan and closed it violently
behind him; the terrified old man rushed in
the apartment he fell at the feet of the
Marchioness, crying with strange terror
Madam, madam, do not enter he would
kill you During my sleep he found large
hunting knife-he pursued me, he cast himself
upon me, he has wounded me !"
! The unfortunate Philip held up his two hands
which were covered with blood
"Let no one follow mel" cried Therese. 81
will enter his chamber alone; he will recognize
me, i am sure y
"Madam, said Philip, -'his anger is like fury
it is paroxysm of raging madness"
Be tranquil-my words and my looks will ap-
pease him."
II will pray to God for you, madam ~
Therese pressed the spring of the secret door,
and thrill of sympathetic terror chilled the
spectators of this fearful scene. Philip prostra.
ed himself in n corner of the apartment, and
prayed aloud for his young mistress. Nanette,
who had FASTENED up, ct the voice Of the old do
nestle kneeled before the desk, at which the
Marchioness was accustomed to offer up her
prayers. Blondel. with tears in his eyes, turned
over the leaves of his book of the Customs of
/ Brittany, until he came to the chapter de Nuptus
the cheyalier placed his against the wanscot-
ting ready to force in the secret door at the first
cry from Thercse's lips.
What anxiety what disquietude, what terror !
The night was stormy the rain beat against
the easement; the wind moancd in long signs
sobs seemed to sound in the sthed murmurs Of
the storm, and the dogs in the Court howled
sadly, if seeming something that resembled
death.
But God took pity upon this trembling group.
/ Cries of JOY and happiness broke suddenly from
their lips as Therese appeared upon the thresh-
! old of the secret door; she advanced slowly to
the middle of the chamber, glanced at her do
mestics and her friends, and said to them in
| turn
"Philp go for the village curatc!'
"Nanette, fetch me my prayer-book!'
Blondel, your daughter summons you; she
has need Of your aid y
an. lie Chevelicr, Madomoiselle Theresc Quinn
per, your old friend, will return the visit which
you have deigned to pay to the Marchoness q
| Kordonan =
Nv mothcrl" continued Therese, addressing
the portrait of the old Marchioness, "havc faith
| fully performed my sacred and trying promise
May hope at last, that my liberty will be rcstor
cd to nc! Your son needs me no longer, mad
am your son is dead |
Some days after this terrible scene, the Mar
! quis of Kordonan rcposcd in peace by the side o
his mother. Therese had returned to the dwell
ling her guardian, the good notary BlOndel
After the lapse of r,tho Marchioness of kor
donan became the wife of the Chevalier dc Ma
rangy, but neither she nor her spouse ever agair
set foot in the castle of kordonan, which
had been the scene of Thcrese's painful mar
tyrdom.
This ancient mansion, abandoned long before
the commencement of the revolution was sold in
the name of the nation, and since that time has
belonged to several owners, but strange as it ma 8
appear, no one has ever inhabited it. We have
mentioned at the commencement of this nara
tive the ignoale uses to which the ancient castle
of Kordonan has been appropriately its present
proprietor.