Fremont weekly freeman. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1850-1853, 1850-10-19

riage has been imposed upon one of the par
ties, it is upon a respectable family who has
been compelled to accept you for son-in-law
My words give you offence; your pride cannot
hear them. Encouraged by the success of
of your evil deeds, you selected your victim,
and you thought the daughter of Madame
Duport, an easy prey. Well then, swords,
since they are the only weapons which will
bring you to your senses, or punish your vii
lany."
Arthur Raymound hurried towards the
chateau, and brought himself the arms which
were required. During his absence, Mr.. Je-
rome insensibly fell into -everie similar to
that which affected him before his first duel
Gould be mistaken" he muttered to him
self, and am 1 making use of unavailable
means? Oh, God who sees and Judges me!
God who knows the sacredness of an oath to
the dying, inspire, tell me what should do!'
! Scarcely had Jerome uttered this invoca-
ton, than Arthur appeared with swords in
his hands. Without exactly taking the ap-
pearance of his antagonist at that very mo-
ment for an answer from Heaven, he abon-
doned himself to his natural impulse, and
another duel commenced. This was still
shorter than the former, and Jerome, wound
ed his adversary on the right arm Arthur
dropped his sword, and Jerome, calm and Dig
nifed, bowed and left him without address
| ing to him single word.
| Come now, said the doctor, you must tell
me who is the fencing master, who has taken
such fancy TO your arms and who hits you
with such wonderful skill. Upon my word, a
surgeon would have deal of trouble, in in
fiicting upon you so harmless a wound
Twenty-Five leeches, my friend
4 am prey to leeches and Mr.. jerome,
sighed Arthur Raymond
| But who is this Mr. Jerome q again inqur-
ed the doctor is be an Englishman, sans
culotte, or Buanapartist?'
sHe is man, calm and digni6ed who has
sworn to kill me by inches"
Compromise with hin, my dear fellow other
wise 1 won't answer for the consequences"
The wound of Arthur Raymond, altouoh
slight, brought on violent fever; he had the
most horrible dreams and saw all kinds Of
! ghosts and phantoms. Only half corrupted,
he felt keen remorse; and when the fever left
him, he made serious reflections.
i Unable to divine who Mr.. Jerome, was and
trying even to Danish the disagreeable remem-
brance from his mind, he could not wonder
what motives conld have led him to pursue
such strange course.
Eugene must have confded in one of lIel
friends said he to himself, who, in her turn
| confided to Mr.. Jerome, and thus he must have
learnt the secret"
A few days after the events Just related
a servant handed him a letter. L was from
Madame Duport.
Sir she wrote, although l cannot bu
wonder at your absence, the motive of which
l cannot divine, l still consider you as frienc
of my family, and therefore have the honor o
informing you of the marriage of my daughtel
Eugene with Mr.. de r.
On reading these words Arthur Raymond
4 jumped upon the floor, dressed himself, anC
having ordered his horse, started at full speed
for the residence of Madame Duport Having
reached the house, he Abandoned his horse t
the care of servant, and without entering tht
parlor, he hastened to the room of Eugene
which he knew but too well
!, She was alone, seated in an armchair ant
her face buried in her hands.
'Eugepie,' he exclaimed, Eugene, are yol
going to be married?
. What do you care p replied the young girl
without raising her head.
What do l care ?? said Arthur 'Oh, Eu
r genie, how can you be SO cruel as to abandon
one who loves you-who adores you, and VIII
hoped to be loved in return? But you hav
betrayed me: you love another, and ar
going to be married.
The young girl was bathed in tears, bu
made no reply, and Arthur, who, during tn
: last month, had fought twice rather than con
) sent to marry her, was now at her feet, on hi
knees, imploring for word, glance from he
he loved! In exchange he offered his nam
his fortune, his life.
No. said he, mo, it cannot be-you do no
love him. Eugene speak to me-one word
or shall die at your feet"
True loveis a passion so impulsive ant
which bears so little dissimulation, that whe
she raised her eyes towards Arthur Raymon
she instantly exclaimed
How pale you do look, Arthur
: At the same moment the blood escaped
: from the badly healed wound, and Eugeni
cried out
oh! Hcavens Blood! Are you woun
r ded?'
'Ah! yes said the young lover. 1t is tn
work of your Mr.. Jerome
f MY Mr. Jerome! What do you mean?
Arthur at once understood what a blunde
udu (IldG
e for as Mr.. Jerome had observed, it was he VIII
had fought for the sake Of the young girl, an
Arthur's situation was rather difficult to eS
!, plain. He therefore replied
r Ibeg your pardon Miss, but you do nc
S know Mr.. Jerome
S HAS he wounded you % inquired the younl
, girl with interest.
what do know him, then p
= 'Ah SIR exclaimed the young girl, burst
ing out in tears, how can you accuse me {
G knowing your enemies
: NV enemies' said Arthur. They are til
ones who will take you away from me, N
e enemies. 1t is Mr.. de R, it is your mt
S ther, who wishes to dispose of your hand-t
you who refuse and reject my lore'
The wound, however, continued to blec
| freely, aud the young girl, frightened, wishe
:, to call for help.
No, no. exclaimed Arthur, fles me die. o
;. tell me that you love me yet
At this molnent the door opened, and Ms