Washington telegraph., 1849-11-21
Singular Revenge.

Ar incident is related in our latest
Partisan files, which could have taken
place nowhere else but in France. Mons.
p, an old military officer-a man of harsh
and unbending characterized resolved
to marry his son to the daughter of one
of his brother officers. The young man
had formed other projects-had dreamed
OF another union; but, being of an ex-
ceedingly timid disposition, dared not
openly resist his fathers wishes His
first words of dissent having been ans
wcred by torrent of abuse on the part
of the old gentleman, poor Arthur per-
mitted the month of betrothal to pass
without further opposition; whilst his
fance Mile. L., mistook his sighs-his
melancholy-for proofs positive of his
passion for her, and considered herself in
duty bound to adore him.
The wedding day having arrived, the
fancss, with their attendants, presented
themselves at the Mayoralty Arthur
was gloomy and reserved, and seemed to
have his mind made up to some desperate
resolve. The countenance of Emma was
radiant with happiness.
The preliminaries having been duly ar
ranged, the Mayor of G.. (M Morbiban)
put to the groom the usual question:
"Arthur p, will you take this woman
Emma c., for your wife?" etc.
Arthur slowly raised his head and in a
trembling, yet clear, emphatic tone, ans
wered-"No.'
OF course, then followed scene, to
the portrayal of which we cannot hope to
do Justice. All was confusion. The
party separated in disorder-the relatives
of the interested bride Indignantly de-
manding an explanation of Mons. p,
senior, who looked the picture Of petri-
faction. AS for Arthur, he had already
escaped, and started directly for Paris.
A few days subsequently to this ex-
ira ordinary occurrence, young girl was
seen rapidly ascending the stairs of
hotel ga7-ni in Rue st. Honore. She had
learned from the porter that Mons. Arthur
P. arrived the preceding night. 1t was
Emma c., come with her father and in
tended father-in-law, in search Of the
fugative fance, wh> had so cruelty in
suited her. But she was now alone
She tapped at the door of No. II, and
entered without waiting for an answer
The young man was reclining in he'd,
reading newspaper. Emma walked
straight to the bedside, and, drawing
from under her shawl all enormous horse
pistol, which doubtless she had procured
from her father
"Siro' SAID she to Arthur, her eyes
flashing with anger, ''you have grossly
insulied me, and | demand reparation!
Refuse this reparation at the peril of your
| life! Let us return at once to the Mayor
ality of c., both in marriage costume.
| When the customary question is put to
you, you will answer Yes" and | shall
answer mo" when my honor will be
satisfied
Emma seconded her persuasive elo-
quence by brandishing her pistol with
both hands. twas powerful argument.
| After all, she was right, or nearly So
at least such was Arthur's opinion. He
promised, and set out the same day with
his father, who ground his teeth, during
the journey, but uttered not word.
Finally they presented themselves again
at the Mayorality, before the same magls-
trate. Arthur bravely answered "Yes,'
as arranged and prepared his countenance
to express the proper degree of indigna-
ton when he should hear the reply OF his
betrothed.
The Mayor resumed-"Emma c.,
do you consent?" etc. Yes ans wered
| Emma, in the most natural tone possible.
Mons. p, senior, was delighted;
he declared that this union, commenced
under such auspices, would end like the
fairy tales. And they are now actually
living together, as happy as the days are
long