The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1850-03-05

the unjust violence displayed by Estelle
that the young wife had idolised her hus
band, and with woinan's frequent blindness
in such cases, believed him, as she said, Il
be the very soul Of truth and honor. So i'm
pressed, it was no marvel that she should
suspect Philippe Armand of having invent
ed the Story he had related, in order to prof
it by the death of a rival he had himself de.
nounced TO the revolutionary tribunals
deed, by the way, of no unfrequent occur.
renee in the palmy days of Terrorism. Spite
of the solemn denial of the notary, she con.
inued firm in this belief, and mourning her
husband as dead, resolved to cherish his
memory, as that of one whom, when thi.
transitory existence was past, she was des-
tined TO rejoin in that better world where
life and love are both eternal.
When Philippe Armand again left his
apartment, where he bad been confined for
several days after his last interview with
Madcmoisclle St. Ange, or, more properly,
Madame Duvernny, he was n changed man.
The fire of sangunc youth, strong hope,
high courage, had passed away his step was
feeble, his eye dull, and but for the calm,
gentle smile which accustomed greetings of
familiar voices had still at times power 10 call
spirit had utterly died within him, so pur-
poscess, so sad, so utterly desolate did he
appear. Estelle St. Ange had been the ear
liest, the only being that had caught his boy
hoods farcy; and each succeeding year had
only the more deeply stamped her peculiar
and subdung beauty-a mild, appealing
loveliness, tinted with rainbow smiles, and
tremulous with varied light and tears-upon
Ills heart. a rash. inexperienced player at
the game of life, he had staked his all upon
one chance, and lost it. lie did not feel the
slightest resentment towards Estelle after the
first angry emotions excited by her cruel in
justice had subsided. She, too he felt, had
built her house upon the sand and pro-
found pity for the desolate lot which must
await the worse-than- widowed wife of Eu-
gene Duvernay, mingled with and hcighten-
ed and purified the sentiment he still cher
ished for Estec St. Ange. To battle the
heartless husband at the iniquitous game he
had been play ing, would, he felt, almost re-
pay him for his own withered hopes and
blighte life but how, in an affair so adrot-
ly managed, to effect that object? Time,
the unihanked and patient solver of all diff
cultics, was speedy with his answer,
The last day of the devoted Girondists.
or at least Of all that had remained to
brave their fate liz Paris, had arrived, and
the notary found himself suddenly and in
extrcably entangled and borne along by
the eager crowds who were Fastening to
witness the closing scene in the lives of
the young, the eloquent, the brave, who
had sought to govern France by rounded
periods an, choice moral maXims; and 10
hear them, in imitation of The Indian of
the American prairics, sing their defiant
death song in half real, and half-simula-
ted scorn of The mercless foes, SO soon
10 tread TIE same dark path to
, yet darker eternity Philippe Armand,
hough hcart sick at the sad spectacle, re-
NAMED spell-bound to the spot till the las!
lead of tha, days batch of victims had
leen shorn away by Samson's dripping
<nife and then, dizzy and faint with hor-
ror and excitement, moved hastily away.
His sudden movement, as he turned, dis
played the hat and wig Of a man standing
lose behind, and like HIMSELF apparent
s absorbed, fascinated, by tie terrible
lrama which had just been enacted. AS
he man quickly Withdrew his atleli,ion
rom the recking scallold to re.adjus:
MS hat aud wig, their eyes met, and a
glance of mutual recognition was lnstan-
-aneously exchanged. The countenance
Of the stranger changed in moment to II
cha ky whiicness, and it seemed that he
would have fallen, had not the notary,
with ready presence of mind, passed his
arm through his, and said, Come, let Us
walk home together
Not another word passed between Ar
mand and the stranger till they had gain
I'd the formers domicile, and then, having
carefully shut the door, the notary alb
rupIly addressed his travelling compan-
ion.
That displacement ofyour wig, Count
Duvernny, was awkw ard, and might have
been fatal.'
True, Monsieur Armand. was in
vowed in the crowd, and forced, much a
gainst my will, TO witness that scene of
horror, fearing, as ] did, TO
attract attention by very strenuous efforts
to escape. But why have you brought
me here ?
Listen, Count Duvernay ! can save
your life, and will, on one condition.
'Name-namc it ! gasped the Count.
i am ahoui to do so. Last Tuesday
evening five weeks, the Able Bonjean
married, al your residence, Eugene Du-
vernay TO EsteIc ST. Ange of the Palais-
Royal
But Eugene is minor tho marriage
was an Illegal one -
j am quite aware, Count Duvernay,'
interrupted the notary, in peremptory
tone, that chlcanery may hereafter avail
to annul the marriage. For reasons of my
own. To prevent ii if possible'
'Oh. my son informed me that you and
Mademoiselle St. Ange were -
Never mind what your son informed
you. Here are, in word, my terms:
will procure you passport, furnish you
with a supply money-in short, enable
you to leave France, on condition that
you will Immediately sign formal dec
laration, which will draw up, recting
the date, name of the priest and witness,
aud that the marriage was celebrated with
your full knowledge and consent
But, Monsieur Armand -
1T is useless to waste words. Either
your etlested signature 10 such paper.
ol the guilotine: take your choice. know
you have connived at your sons business;
and either will foil you both, or you
touch on your last hour. You consent.
IL is WELL
The notary seated himself at his desk,
and for the next quarter Of an hour was
occupied in drawing up formal docu-
ment to the effect he had indicated.
AT what hour did the marriage take
place 2
About seven in The evening"
The notary rung bell which stood on
the table, and clerk appeared at the
door. Call Henri wish you both "a
witness this gentleman's signature
In n few minutes the necessary formal.
ties were cOmpleted. and the clerks re