The Nevada journal., 1852-05-15
THE FIVE FRANC PIECE.
Translated from the French,

Translated from the French.
It was past midnight, and the bride
had been long in her bridal chamber,
when the bridegroom escaped from his
Friends, and found his way to private
staircase where O confidential maid a.
waited his coming, in a corridor near
the door which was open for him alone.
Go in,' said Dorinne, in q low whis-
per, my lady is waiting for you
The husband of an hour tapped ut the
door, opened it, and threw himself at
the feet ofa young and beautiful wo-
man. She was seated before cheer
ful fire, in the elegant undress of a
rich widow, to whom second mar
rage had given rise to now hopes and
ears. l beg you will rise,' said she,
giving him her hand. NO, no, my
lear madam, said the young man,
krasping firmly the extended hand and
Parrying it to his lips, mo, let me re-
main at your fe3t, and do not, do not,
withdraw this little hand, for I fear
you will vanish and leave me; 1 fear
{ is all dream; it appears to me /
I'm the hero Of a fairy tale, such as
remember in my childhood, and that at
he moment Of possessing all in the
world wish to possess, the deceitful
airy will fly away with my happiness,
b laugh with her companions at my
egret and despair
Danish your fears, my dear Fred.
rick; yesterday was the widow o.
1ord Melville to-day am Madame
la Tcur, your oife; dismiss from
our imagination this fairy image Of
our childhood, for there is no fairy
alc to relate, but very true story
Frederick de la Tour had every
eason to believe that supernatural
eing had taken his fortunes into keep.
ng; for during the last month, either
~ accident, chance, or destiny, an in
applicable success had made him rich
Ind happy beyond his most sanguine
wishes. He was young,not more than
twenty five, alone in the world, and
living with the most self-denying and
rigid economy, when one day, as he
was walking in the street Of Saint Hon
ore, splendid equipage was suddenly
drawn up opposite to him, a lovely
woman, leaning out Of the coach win
dow, and seemingly much agitated,
called out to him, Mr., Mr.. He
stopped. The footman descended from
his station, and opened the door, let
down the steps, and with his plumed
hat in hand respectfully invited the as
tonished Frederick to enter the car
riage. He did SO. and thus, as if by
magic, beheld himself seated beside a
woman both young and beautiful, and
dressed with great elegance and rich.
ness. He had hardly time to look
around hln before the horses were a
gain at full speed.
My dear SIR said the lady who was
thus running away with him, and in
the sweetest tone imaginable, Il have
received your note, but notwithstand-
ing your refusal, 1 hope / shall see
you again at my little soiree to-mo row
evening. me, madame said Fredc-
rick. yes, you, sir;-oh! / beg a
thousand pardons, / hope you will for
give me the mistake l have made,
said the lady, with an appearance of
much surprise, but you resemble so
perfectly one of my most intimate
friends, that l mistook you for him.
Oh! excuse me, sir; what must you
think Of me; but the likeness is so
striking 1T would have deceived any
person. BY the time this explanation
was at an end, the equipage entered
the court yard of a splendid mansion,
and Frederick could d, no less than
hand Lady Melville from the carriage
Now my Lady Melville, as we have
said before, was beautiful, and did not
at all resemble those sallow visaged
heavy stepping immense English wo-
men who. when they smile, open al
fectedly their pale lips, and show you
two rows of frightfully yellow teeth.
No, she was French woman; her
lustrous black hair contrasted well with
her brilliant complexion, and her coral
lips, as she smiled sweetly, permitted
an occasional glimpse Of the whitest
teeth in the world.
Frederick de la Tour, dazzled, as
well he might be, by so many charms,
had no difficulty In believing that Lady
Melville had mistaken him for some