Iowa capitol reporter. [volume] (Iowa City, Iowa) 1841-1855, 1851-07-30

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Fact Stranger Than Fiction.
The Courier des Etats- Unis, late
Of date contains what is termed the
f1llowing romances in real life. AL.
though told in single column, il
contains more than plot enough fol
half a dozen Of James novels. II any
one should ask us seriously whether
we believe the tale, we should say
seriously mot word ofit.' But il
is well worth reading as specimen
of what the French feuilletornis,es
can manufacture when they set their
wits to work. Here it is:
During the first three years of the
reign of Louis Philippe, a man inhab
tied a magnificent hotel in the Eau.
bourg St. Honere, not far from the
place Beauveau. His fortune was
immense; his disposition saturine.-
He saw no one and occupied small
apartment on the ground floor, which
apartment was decidedly the most
unacceptable in Paris. As for the
other rooms in the hotel, they were
always empty and closed. This
strange parsonage went out every
day at midday, and returned at o.
clock in the afternoon; the rest of the
time he was invisible. His only rel
atives live at Periford, with the excep,
ton of a nephew whom he had brought
to Paris and sent to College, hand.
some boy, active and bold, and, fail
as Saxon. The uncle and nephew
dined together every Sunday, and af
ster d n1er the old man said to the
young one, slipping louisd, into hi.
hand, you will be my heir, and the
/. inheritance consisted of seven o.
.eiglt millions at least. Every Sun
day and Thursday morning the pro
prietor ofthe Palace Beauveau recefv
ed q visit from a Beautifully an ele
gantly dressed woman. She Away
came in a carriage entered the gar
den, and returned at noon on Sun
day, and Thursday at midnight. o.
no other days was she seen at tn,
hotel.
This state of things lasted for some
years. The scholar was growing in
to a man; the louis had been replaced
by a double one, and still the old mar
said, You shall be my heirp to which
the nephew sometimes replied, Hell
or not, have time to wait.
The truth is, that the millionaire
was dry as rattan, green as bunch
of holly, and strong as an oak.
One Wednesday they found hin
dead in his bead. A charcoal fir,
half consumed, burnt on the hearth
there had been asphyxia, or conges
ton of the brain. Justice came AM
sealed up everything. The relative
duly notified came, and before wit
nesses proceeded to the opening G
the desk where the papers of the de
funct were kept. A will, written i
the testor's own hand, left, as ais
legatee, the lady who had paid tn
Sunday and Thursday visits to tn
hotel of the Place Beauveau, wit
the single charge of annuity of tw
thousand four hundred francs to tn
nephew of the deceased. The famil
attempted to set aside the will. .
thousand rumors as to the cause {
the sudden death prevailed: but spit
of rumors and law proceeding tn
lady was maintained by the tribunal
in possession of the goods and chat
ties which constituted the wealth o
the millionaire. The nephew, VIII
should have had an income of thre,
or four thousand francs, had only al
annuity Of one hundrsd louis. Ricl
he would have been a sportsman
poor, he became q sailor
Eight or ten years rolled on. TIL
sailor, in cruising round the worl.
had doubled his small fortune. Chanc
led him to Paris, and having at til
moment no voyage to make to Yer
Cruz or Calcutta, he. paraded til
Boulevard, believing that man WI
had five or six thousand livers a We;
has good right to bask in the sun
One day while crossing the Tuil
ries, he met young girl, he thougl
the most beautiful he had ever see
He followed her without thinking al
harm, to her residence in Rue de Ba
The next day, and without any sc
tied purpose, the sailor was aga
traverslng the garden of the Tuil
ries. The same woman and your
girl were walking there again. /
caught the young girls's eye, and 81
blushed celestial rosy red
The same thing took place for sc
eral successive days, but on Sunda
instead of going to the Tuileries,
betook himself to st. Thomas
Aquin, where at the first glance,
caught sight Of a little white bonn
and little brown head, from viii
he could not turn his eyes. Althou,
bold and resolute as a rover, the ST
lor was, by nature, sentimental a,
romantic. One day the young g
had dropped boquet Of violes, wifi
he bounced upon an wore next
to his heart as a tailsmau. Ma, ia