Lynchburg Virginian. [volume] (Lynchburg [Va.]) 1829-185?, 1851-07-03

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respectfully solicited. a
| Embrace your king criod Louis XIV.
with grateful tear in his eye; ',his is your
| first reward
Sire cried Jean. falling on bis knscx
i ask no reward but the feeling Of having
saved your majesty
Come hitler. and the king ssiscd had
and kissed him on both cheeks.
am unworthy Of such honor
What can l do for you Y askcd Loud
XIV. who was capable Of very good emo.
tons. r
i ask nothing, SIRE
But insist whateveryo ask you shalt
have.'
'lfyour majesty could givu me Pauline
whispered Jean Provost
Oh. oh laughed Louis, once mors
himself again; "a love affair. Come. tho
frotte1r shall sup tonight with the king
whose life he has saved and tell his story.
Beliislc, send coach for him IN the morn.
ing or rather come yourself. will give
you further Instructions Gbout this matter.
But silence, my friend, NOT word.
The lieutenant Of police retired and
Louis XV,who was always delighted with
novelty and an unexpected amusement
tooks f;ottear, jus. us he was. to the
Trainon, where he was to sup with Mad
amc de Pompadour--andt there, in the pro.
sence OF the beautiful court favorite, made
him tell his story, which Jean did with
nairete truth, and sincerity which deeply
interested tho king, used wholly to another
atmosphere. Next morning. Lewis. after
shaking Jean warmly by the hand. and
holding private conference with Bellisle,
said
You shall have house in the park. my
friend, near Trainon. You shall be hon.
orary head gardener, with hundred louib
month for yonr salary, and every morn
ing you shall bring me a boquot. shall
thus never forget You, nor the cause which
compels my everlasting gratitude
Next morning, at an early hour, before
the business of the day commenced, aud
while the porter was taking down tho shut.
tiers Of tho chop, NJ. Boulard called his
wife and Pauline into Bis little Office
The good mans air was grave and lit.
tie annoyed. He had gone out the prcvi.
Gus evening. and returned at late hour.
Pauline had long since retired to rest, bst
M. Boulard had long conference with
his wife. The excellent citizen spoke with
animation, and not without little anger.
but finally cooled down before the sooth-
ng of his wife.
Besides, said he triumr rhantly. she cnr
never hesitate. BAH prefer wretched
irotteur to substantial citizen---neverl'
I. Pauline began NJ. Bcu!ard in tho
morning. 4 have to speak seriously with
} you. Il seems your marriage must be de-
cided at once, since high people have
troubled themselves about IT, But that
have spoken myself with the minister Of
polcc--I should think--ncvcr mind; am
not fool But Of course should DO
wrong. Well, Pauline, you must this
morning decide. Two lovers IRE at your
feet--Alexis and-you will never believe
it--Jean Provost, the frottcur Isn't il
ridiculous =
Dear father, excuse poor JEAN STAN
mercd Pauline.
Il knew you would forgive him, child
But now you ifinst decide freely Of your
own will between them. We have our
wishes; but that is nothing---wc leave you
J wholly unbiased. Speak out, like gold
girl. and speak frankly
, But my dear father, Ihayc no wiah to
marry
, Bat, child, you must. You shali know
q the reason another time. So, my dear
Pauline, you must speak out. Which Is
5 is to bc--Alexis, or Jean7
Must Ispeak now = said Pauline bluDh-
ing.
: Yes child, put in Madame Boulard. i,
, is absolutely necessary
: Then, dear papa, dear mama, ifit's all
} the same to you. like Aiexis-------''
4 knew III cried the delighted Boulrrd
: Very well: but-I-love-Jean.' And
Pauline buried her pretty, blushing, pbut-
) ing face in her hand.'
The perfumer looked ut his wife. his
wife looked at him, and both cried. i
never could have thought it,
But said Madame Bonlard, resigned
ly, perhaps it's for the best
| Perhaps replied NJ Bonlard, with
melancholy shake Of the head. oh, wo.
man, woman'
A knock came to the door, and then
Jean rrevost entered, SO well dressed, SO
proudly happy'so handsome that al stafs'
co..
i come TO know my iate' cried he; but
the rogue had heard The last words OF the
old couple through the holt open door
She is yours, cried M. Boulardi
though what poor frottenr can want
with such wiie Is more than can ims-
g'ne. .,
! am not poor irottcaF SAID Jean
rrevost' 1 am honorary heaa gardener