Worcester daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1850-1888, 1851-12-06

On ! ever thus from childhoods hour,
l've seen my fondest hopes decay
never lov'd tree or flower,
But MOORE.
1t was in the year 1894, that time so full
OF terror in France, that there lived in Nan
ties very beautiful young girl, named
FleureHe Gibson. She was the daughter
of an honest citizen of Nantes, and had long
been remarked by her father, for having in
dulged IN the curious custom of going each
evening TO a lone and deserted chamber in
a deserted portion of the house. The house
of citizen CIisson was in the Rue Basse, and
the deserted chamber was that in which
the mother of Fleurette had died.
Each evening, in entering this lonely
chamber, Fleurette at once proceeded to
the side of The bed, where she had seen her
beloved mother expire, and there having
first strewed it with fresh flowers, she
plously knelt down and prayed for the re-
pose of her. who when living, she had so
much loved. She said each evening the
prayers of the dead as she found them set
forth in what was then the most dangerous
of books~--tIe Missal
One evening, alter she had been long en-
gagged in prayer, Fleurette heard at dis
lance the sound Of confused cries. Graf
ually the clamorous noise approached her,
and she could distinguish the words,
"Down with the traitor" "Dealh 10 the
arislocrat." Fleurette opened her window.
without for moment thinking on the dam
ger TO which size exposed herself She
instantly perceived man running through
the street. and who looked as if he were
seeking to avoid the popular vengeance,
which was in pursuit of him. Despite of
the dreadful peril That menaced him, the
wretched man suddenly stopped to look at
the open window, and girl who stood at it,
Measuring its height, which was certainly
not very considerable, he mustered up all
his remaining energy and bounded within
the room, falling with the violence of the
shock, senseless and bleeding 10 the floor.
Fleurette instantly closed the blinds, and
then ran from the room.
Little by litIle, however, she recovered
her courage-and at length she traced back
her steps to her mothers room. She knew
that her father was violent republican,
and therefore she deemed it most prudent
not to say word Of this event to him.
What was the surprise, The horror ard
the grief of this amiabe and excellent girl,
stretched upon the floor. He was pale and
moveless as corpse. She was afraid;
but still voice seemed 10 whisper to her,
'On-on 10 d work of CHARITY" She kneIt
down beside the stranger-she placed her
hand upon his heart, and she found pull
sation there" "Thank Heaven" she ex-
claimed, ''he lives" She raised his head
she removed the long dark locks that
covered his forehead, and she perceived he
was bleeding. Instantly she stanched the
wound with a handkerchief, and then she
noticed, for the first time, that the stran-
ger was an extremely handsome young
man.
Fleurette. looked at the poor wounded
stranger that she had succored, and he that
instant opened his eyes. He wished to
rise but his strength fuiled him and he fell
at the feet of Fleurette--at the lee: OF his
preserver he fell there, and looked, as he
joined both hands together, the very model
of beauty suppliant.
The young man and the lovely girl look
ed at each other a long time in silence, and
it might be said that a change was pro-
duced in both, as if by enchantment. They
exchanged looks; and gentle smiles. Fleur-
cite advanced towards the young man, who
eazed upon her as if his entire life depen-
ded upon single word of hers. She took
his hand that he dared TO offer, and then
she said to him in voice trembling with
emotion
~ know not who you are; but it seems
to me as if had long known you. have
never met you in so iety, and yet it seems
to me MS if had seen you hundred times.
You have never spoken 10 me,and yet am
sure know the sound of your voice. We
are utter strangers 10 each other. and yet
feel as if | had always loved you. Who
then are YOU"
"An unhappy man"
"That am'sure Of"
zone of the proscribed.n
"Of that have no doubt"
CIVILIANS have betrayed me, and the peo-
pie on seeing me have exclaimed, Death
TO the arslocrat 7 and some have even
wounded me-"
GAY, but what is your name-your rank
your family? Whence came you, and
where go you!"
You--you shall know tomorrow"