The Evansville daily journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ia. [i.e. Ind.]) 1848-1862, 1854-07-27

sne nanded ner amicteo SfauoSou spiCeo
night-cap, and tucked him up comfortably in
bed-"console yourself, mon gracon; there
are prettier faces in Amiens than ever BEAM
ed under the cap OF Lucille BorIase. Besides,
as told you, they are dissembIers 10 thei.
very nails; you shall as easily End out their
secret meaning, rs what is hidden under
cohjurer's palm. Good night, mon braue, you
have had lucky escape, and it is I, who have
known the Borlase family these fifty years.
who tells you so."
Paul was very much better the next MORN
ing; the fires OF love and liquor had cooled
sensibly during the night, and BY noon he
was sturdily marching along, with his kit
strapT ed TO his back, ON the road to Paris, de-
termned to braveiy face the world spite Of
all the I.ucilles in creation. Paul did not,
however, get farther on his road to the me.
tropolis than Abbevise, where he found i'm
mediate and constant work, and such agree
able associates, that he remained there con-
tentedly something over six years, during
which time he contrived to save about eight
hundred francs--the best possible proof that
could be given Of his general oteadiness and
sobrieiy. During that long period he had
only paid two or three brief visits to Madame
Truquet; and all he had heard of Lucille, was,
that she had married Dupre at the time indi-
Gated, and soon afterwards left Amiens with
him for Paris. Paul Verdot than had been
residing at Abbeville approaching to seven
years, when q letter reached him to the effect
tha- his grandmother had been seized with
sudden, and it was feared mortal, i'll ness, aud
was very DESTROYS of seeing him before she
died. He set off at once for Amiens, and or.
rived there barely in time to close the eyes
oil his kind and aged relative. and TO hear her
family murmur, in the last words that futter-
ed on her lips. an injunction "to avoid the
revolutionists, and beware Of Lucille Dupre,
venue"
The revolutionists! Yes: Paul compre-
hended and acceded TO that without effort.
II was the beginning Of the year 1892, under
which date 10 enscribed the bloodest pages
OF that frghtul history. Amiens, like other
towns, hau its Salut Public and guilloine in
vigorous execution, and drunken snatches of
the Carmanenole and Ca ira penetrated to
the sick-room, and mingled with the death
soos Of the expiring women. But Lucille
Dupre, pidor! lie would not conceal from
himself that the last word had excited, even
at the solemn momen. when it was uttered,
some score of feverish pulse beats: but what
of that! He would, upon reflection, be cool
as ice, obdurate as granite, to any advance
from that quarter. Lucille had made fool
Of him once, long ago, when he was poor
and inexperienced, but now that he was rich
comparatively so, at least, 1.-TWO thousand
crowns hid been accumulated by Madame
Truquet,-not to speak OF the business and
stock in trade.) and, moreover, knew the
world, Lucille Dupre, psurs, If she entertain
ed any thought, as his deceased relatives
words seemed to intimate, OF hooking him
for her second husband, was miserably mis-
taken: upon that point, she might depend, he
was rock--adamant.
Error, Monsieur Paul VERDICT! A young
and pretty widow, and especially French
wisow-aware Of how, and where, and when
she once drilled a hole in, your susceptible
heart, will, ii il be worth her while, reopen
the old wound in way that oil The defen-
sive armor in the world can anvil nothing
against. II so fell out. Paul VERDICT was
standing at his shop-do one afternoon,
smoking screnely, spite Of the hurly.burly Of
fierce politics raging in all directions, cf
which he kept himself studicusly aloof, when,
all IN moment. pair Of eyes that had not
their equals in all France, flashed upon him,
and voice which he had never ceased to
hear in his dreams, exclaimed, in It's softest
su eetest tones, Boa aur, ciogsa Vsrdot. All!
| see you do not remember old acquantanc.s
80 well as do. I'm in want of nice light
pair Of sabois, and thought | might as we'll
i've you the preference"
"LuciIle!" exclaimed Paul, letting fall his
pipe, and staggering back into his shop, as if
struck by a blow. "a thousand pardons!
that is. [ mean, Madame Lucille Dupre. reu-
ue.'' he added mechanically repeating a sem
tence that had been seldom out Of his head
since Madame Truquet's death, some five
months previously.
"Helas! yes, monster" was the reply,
"and tor nearly atwelve month now! A light
vanished pair" Lucille added-a bright
smile chasing away the demure expression
INTO which she had momentarily constrained
her features, as she seated herself, and ex-
tended one of the prettiest feet in Amie"s
for adme asurement," SHOT Of that wag ner's
s'ze, my dear auI'--so far had Lucille Du.
pre-, vpaue got already--not that wagoner's
size! Surely my loot is not such monstrous
cne!"
It's my firm belief that citoyen Verdot did
not, at that precise moment, know whether
he stood upon his head or his heals. or to the
foot to which he had applied the measuring
stick was six or sixty inches long. Present.
ly, however he became more composed. the
sabots were fitted, aud the res ilt of the meet
ing was, that half an hour hid barley passed
before Paul had once more offered his hand
to the Lucille who, in days gone BY, had SO
scornfully rejected it. This occurred i'm the
sittng-room at the rear of the shop. where
the young widow had allowed Paul to in
duce her TO take glass Of wine and some
cake.
"ps very kind and generous for you," re-
piled Lucille-a real emotion filling her eyes
with tears as she spoke; "but you were al
+ ways kind and generous; and hope adj
versity has somewhat improved me. NV
past welded lite was not happy one, Panl;
but with you," she added in a gaver tone Il
think msy venture to hope for"
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