The daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1848-1851, 1849-02-13

on midsummer eve. She must have done all this
if not more; there could be little doubt that the
Femme Nor had initiated her into certain myste
ries for they heard, at times, voices in low, Wbls
perIng converse, and saw the shadows OF two per
sons cross the old roofess chapel, when 'Mamselle
had passed the foot bridge alone. Monsieur gorlet
in this tearlessness the part of his gentle niece
and more than once, when he had jewellers IN The
raste. be sent her forth at midnight, to bring him
Dough from tree that only grew beside the alta
of the old chapel and she did his bidding alway'
as willingly though not as rapidly, as he coulc
desire.
" But certainly Amelie's courage brought M
falmness. She became pale her pillow was offer
moistened by her tears her music was neglected
she took pleasure in the chase; and her chamois
not receiving its usual attention, went oil into the
mountains. She avoided me-her friend! who
would have died for her; she made no reply to my
prayers, and did not heed my entreaties. One
morning, when her eyes were fixed upon book
she did not read, and ! sat at my embroidery, lit
tie apart, watching the tears stray over her cheek
until was blinded by my own, heard monsleur's
heavy tramp approaching through the long gallery
some boots creak-but the boots of monsieur they
growled
''' Save me, OH save me - she exclaimed wildly
Before could reply her uncle flung open the door.
and stood before like an embodied thunderbolt
He held an open letter rYhis hand, his eye gared
his nos,rs were dstended, and he trembed Sc
with rage, that the cabinets and old china shook
again.
Do you, he said, know Charles la Maitre 2
'Amelie replied Yes
How did you make acquaintance with the son
of my deadliest foe 2
''There was no answer. The question was re-
peated Amelie said she had met him, and at last
confessed it was in the ruined portion of the castle,
She threw herself at her uncle's eet-she chung to
his knees; love taught her eloquence. She told
him how deeply Charles regretted the long standing
feud how earnest, and true, and good he was
Bending low, until her tresses We're heaped upon
the floor, she confessed modesly, but firmly, thai
she loved this young man; that she would rather
sacrifice the wealth of the whole world than for
get him.
Monsieur seemed sufocating he tore off his
lace cravat, and scattered its fragments on the
foor-still she chung 10 him. AT last he flung her
from him he reproached her with the bread she
had eaten, and heaped odium upon her mothers
memory. But though Amelie's nature was tender
and aectlonae the old spirit of the old reused
within her; the slight girl arose, and stood erect
before the man of storms.
"' Did you think she said, because bent to
you that am feeble ?-because bore with you.
have no thoughts! You gave food to this frame
but you fed not my heart; you gave me not love,
nor tenderness, nor sympathy; you showed me to
your friends as you would your horse. If you had
by kindness sOWn the seeds of love within my
bosom if you had been a father to me in tender
ness, would have been to yOu-a child. | never
knew the time when | did not tremble at your
footslep; but will do so more. | would gladly
have loved yon, trusted you, cherished you but |
feared to let you know had heart, lest you should
tear and insult it. Oh, sir those who expect love
where they give none, and confidence where there
is trust, blast the fair time of YOUTH and lay Mp
for themselves an unhonored old age The scene
terminated by Monseurs falling down in fit, and
Amelie's being conveyed fainting to her chamber
lConcIuded to-morrou.]