Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1854-07-13

olscomhture to Madame Trnquet. Consoi;
Yourself, Paul, y said the dame, as she llandc
her afflicted son special night-cap, and tuckct
him up comfortably in bed" console yoursel
man gorcon; there arc pretticr faces in Amicn'
than ever bcamcd under the cap of Lucille Bor
llse, Besides, as told you, they are disscm.
hlers to their very nails yon shall as easily Gnd
out their secret meaning, as what is lid under
a conjnrcr's palm. Good night, mon Draue you
have had lucky escape, and it is |, who llav,
known the Borlaso family these fifty years, who
tell yon so.''
PAul was very much better the neytmorning
the Eras Of love and Iiqaofaad cooled sensiily
during the night, and by noon he was sturdily
marching along, with his kit strapped to
lis back, on the road to Paris, determined to
brAvely face the world in spite of all the Lu-
cillts in creation. Paul did not, however, get
father ON his road to the metropolis than Able
VILE, where he found immediate and constant
work, and such agreeable associates, that he
remained there contcntcdy something over six
years, during which time he contrivcd to save
about eight hundred francs,--th best possible
proof that could be given Of his general stcadi-
ness and sobricty. During that long period
he had only paid two or three brief visits to
Madame Trnqnct and all he bad heard Of Lu-
ellie, WAS, that sic had married Duprc at the
time indicated, and soon afterwards left Amicns
with him for Paris. Paul Vcrdot, then had
been residing at Abbcyillc approaching to sven
years, when Letter reached him to the cff,c
that his grandmother had been sized with sud
den, and it WAS feared mortal, illness, and was
very dcsiro"s Of seeing him before she died. lie
SGT off at once for Amiens, and arrived there
barely in time to clos, the eyes of his kind and
aged relative, and to hear her family mnrm"r,
in the last words that Autterod on her lips, an
injunction d" to avoid the rcvolutionist, and be-
ware of Lucille Duprc, ueurc!"
The rcyolutionists! Yes: Paul comprehend
ed and accedcd to that without effort. 1t was
tie beginning of the year 1892, under whic'
date is inscribed the hloodcst mg''s of that
frightfu history Amicns, like other towns
had its Sa|ut Public and guillotinc in yigoro,:
execution, and drunken snatchcs Of the Cdrmag.
mole and Ca ira penetrated to the sick-room
and mingled with the death-sohs of the expiring
woman. But Lucille Duprc, ,oidop! lie woult
Il r.. l. 81. ~ lat
excited even at the solemn moment whoni it Wal
uttered, some score Of feycrsh pulse beats: bu
what of that IIc would, upon reflection, b.
cool as ice, obdurlte as granite, to any advance
from that quarter. Lucille had made Il fool 0
,.liua once, long ago, when he WAS ls1N
pp6rieiiecd, But now that he was rich--compafa
lively so, V least, (two thousand crowns ha'
bcef accumulated bSMadamc Truquct, t,-not tt
speak of the business and stock in trade) and
morcoyevst knew the world, Lucille Dupre, rcu'e
If she entertained any thought, as Ills deceased
relatives words seemed to intimate, Of hookin,
him for her second husband, was miscrahly mis-
taken: upon that point, she might depend, h
WAS rocE-adamant.
Error, Monsieur Paul Vcrdot, A Young ant
pretty widow, and especially Il French widow
aware Of how, and where, and when she one
drilled hole in your susceptible heart, will, i
it be worth her while, reopen the old wound il
way that all the defensive armour in tn
world can avail nothing against. 1t 80 fell out
Paul Vcrdot WIS standing at his slopdoo
one afternoon, smoking sorsnely, spite of tn
hurly -burly of fierce politics raging in all d
rcctions, of which he kept himself studiousl
aloof, when, all in a moment, Il pair of eye
that had not their equals in all France aashe
upon him, and voice which he had never cca,
ed to hear in his dreams, exclaimed. in its sof
est, sweetest tones, " Bon jour, cifoyen Verdo
All see you do not remember old acquantar
ccs so we'll as do I'm in want Of nice, ligl
pair of saLots, and thought I might as well 81,
you the preference.
Lucille! - exclaimed Paul, letting fall h
pipe, and staggering back into his shop, as
struck by blow. ga thousand pardons !
that is, | mean. Madame Lucille Duprc, peurc,
he added, mechanically repeating q scnten
that had been seldom out of his head since Ma
ame Truquets DEATH some five months pre-,
ously.
"He'as yes, monsieur, WAS the reply "aI
for nearly twcvcmonth now A light, va
nished pair" Lucille adlcd--a bright smi
chasing away the dcmurc expression into whit
she had momcntarily constrained her feature
as she seated herself, and extended one of t
prcttcst feet in Amicns for admeasuremer
Not of that wagner size, my dear Paul y
so far had Lucille Duprc, reure got already
''not that wagner size Surely my foot is n
such u monstrous one !"
It's my firm belief that citoycn Verdot did n,
at that precise moment, know whether he sto
upon his head or his heels, or the foot to whi
he had applied the measuring-atick was six
sixty feet long Presently, however, he beca
more composed. the sabots were fitted, and
result of the meeting was, that half in he
had barely passed before Paul had once ~
, offered his hand to the Lucille who, in days g
, by, had 50 scornfully rejectedit This occur
I in the sittingroom at the rear Of the sh
| where the young widow had allowed Paul to
ducc her to take glass of wine and some ca
: Its very kind and generous of you,"
piled Lucillc--a real emotion filling her 9
a with tears as she spoke; :" but you were alw
y kind and generous; and hope adversity
somewhat improved me. My past welded
: was not happy one, Paul; but with you, +"
s added in gayer tone, So ] think may vent
c to hope for"
We will skip, with the readers leave,
J. next two or three minutes, as non-essentia
y the story-rcsuming the conversation when
II ellie is rpadustinp her can which had hoo,