The Davenport gazette. [volume] (Davenport, Scott Co., Iowa) 1841-185?, 1853-07-14

4 Rscsiving Present.
i A young actress, Mile. with all the
attributes Of her art, entered her apart.
ment in the Rue -, and carelessly
threw her shawl on the ottoman. She
seemed to droop in grief; and why! She
had no rival to dread in her theatre; not
hair Of her silken tresses had changed it,
hue; not a VOW of protestantation less had
crowned her last success. Why, then, was
she sad!"
"Alas," and she addressed her only true
friend, her confidential femme de chambre.
l"Alas, am the most miserable Of earthly
beings. My whole heart 10 absorbed on one
subject; my existence is hane to me with
out it,
"And who is that happy object!"
ooh, Josephine! | have fondly gazed, too
fondly fixed my affections;" and then a. she
mused to herself, sighed, "where can find
two thousand francsY'
Itwas Of an enamelled dressing-case she
spoke; she had seen it a. she came home;
had asked the price; but, "Alas, two
thousand francs!" and she sighed heavily.
The door bell rang; the maid went and
came; at is the English Lord, with the un-
utterable name, madam"
"Let him come in" she sullenly replied;
| Lord - entered; he came to offer the
homage of his adieu. The e,tree to the
society of such beauty and such talent be
would preserve for his future visits to
Paris; and he ransacked his brain to find
some souvenir to present in token Of his
admiration" | can only be sure of pleas
ing, if know what will find favor in your
eyes"
The prevailing passion of the enamelled
dressing case still being her only thought.
she exclaimed, ayes, yes; there is in the
Rue de la Paix what would make me the
happi.st creature in the world. II is an en-
amelled dressing-case. Morning and even-
ing, did possess it, you would ever be in
| thought before me-"
"Before an hour can pass, you shall be the
happy creature you deserve to be-"
One, two, three hours passed on, and no
dressing-case appeared. The impatient
beauty could bear it no longer: she threw
her shawl hastily over her neck, called
coach, and drove to the Rue de Ia Paix.
The dressing-case was still on the coun-
ter.
"What, and were you not offered sale
for it!''
eyes, madam; an Englishman did admire
it much, he offered fifteen hundred francs for
it, which we refused, and he left the shop
saying, that if we repented, we might send
it to the Hotel Meurice."
"And why did you not send it!''
"Because we would not take the frac.
ton Of farthing less than two thousand
francs"
"Hear ye," the eager beauty replied, Il will
avow a secret. It was intended for me he
- 1Ss,sn ko n
ference-fve hundred francs are an easy
gve.a-s1rsu- >'.-----l f-.nes could not
the FIVE Hundred francs,' and she parted watn
her last billet.
The packet was carefully arranged and
quickly, too, on its destined way. Our hs-
roine returned home, thinking ofthe awaken
| ing of the morrow which would see the OBJ
| iect of her fancy before her-she feA
asleep-she awoke-it was already day, she
rung the bell "Well," she exclaimed TO
her attendant, "well!"
at has not yet arrived, madam"
| She breakfasted-an angel could not be
more patient-the clock struck ten, eleven,
twelye-she could bear it no longer
coach was called-Hotel Meurice was it,
destination. She called the waiter.
"Did person bring dressing case here
last EVENING"" -.
"Oh, yes, madam, and very beautiful
one it was. It was for Lord. You
should have seen his delight when he re-
ceived it. He talked aloud to HIMSELF IL
did not know that it was such . prize.-
It is not dear at all-6fteen hundred francss
why it was nothing for it." And then he
added, smiling, "By my troth, Mademoi-
selle-I could not name her-must DO
without it-John, pack it up"
| "Gracious Heavens aud where is he!"
| "On the road to Bologne, madam, where
he is by this nearly arrived, having LETT at
ten O'Clock last evening, with four horses
and courie .r''-Ilhistratsd Nesos.