The Wyandot pioneer. (Upper Sandusky, Ohio) 1853-1868, 1854-01-26

GUS idea! He would sacrifice everything
before his frenzical love for glory. Un-
taught in heart history he knew not that
| would urge him on to deeds worthy of
his noble name, and witness with delight
his great achievements. He played with
my love tampered with my warmest feel
ings, and with mocking smile spoke to
me, as though I were the child he once
had known. He CALLED my sensitive heart
to the quick, and drove me into fits of mad
jealousy. Jealous Yes; I was jealous
of his wisdom, jealous of his fame; for
these he carressed with the affection my
passion told me to appropriate to myself
alone
Fabien left for Paris. He left me, wit
out one word of kind farewell, with moth
ing to quench the heat of the ever-burnin
fire within my breast. The long, desolate
within passed slowly-heavily. There
was no bright hour looming in the future,
in which might anticipate the gift of Fa-
bien de Chatillion's love. AS spring ad-
vanced, hints were frequently dropped
by my father, that he was arranging a
marriage suited to my rank and beauty
I needed them mott was careless Of my
future life. Fabien was my only idol, and
a charm of indifference divided us. My
father called me to his study one morning;
and announced to me that my consent alone
was wanting to complete the alliance he
was desirous Ishould form. His will was
my law, and, without second thought,
I instantly promised to comply with his
wishes
''Since y our childhood - continued my
father, II had fixed on Fabien de Chat
illion as your future husband
A cold tremor passed over my whole
frame. els he then to be mine at last?"
was the question asked myself, and
breathlessly awaited for my father to pass
the sentence of my happiness or misery.
" ''But the hope was vain" tolled like a
death-knell through my soul.
"He loves me not?" Fs Ht.s
ellis thoughts soar above earthly loves,
my Rachael" said my father kindly, for
he saw my emotion. He pressed my fe-
r-.
verish hands in his, and asked if he should
postpone our conversation. 5+-
ssNo," answered resolutely; s'contin-
ue, but be brief.'' - ="
eff you have deceived yourself my
daughter, with vision of wealth, dispel
them. You arepenniless unless you mar
ry Chatillion. The Compte Chattillon
offers you his hand, and promises to sign
over to you those possessions, which at
my death must under other circumstan-
ces, revert to him. Folly and.an irregu-
lar life have caused me to loose the great
est part of large fortune, bequeathed me
by my father. And thus only, Rachael,
can | provide for your earthly wants. -
He paused. ' [-' 7'
"Fabien's fatherp' I said after few
moments silence. ...- 80
eyes, Rachel, thus it must be. But he
is not old, scarcely
cit matters not, my father. Tell the
Compte de Chatillion, Rachel de Monlue
will be his wife" | s-5
sat some moments speechless, and
then rising suddenly, l laid my hands up
on my fathers arm, and said wildly
''Has Fabien de Chatillion refused my
hand?" ''55.'
+ "He has, l5#
bowed my head in silence, and left the
room. A tempestuous conflict agitated
my soul. Wounded pride called aloud fo1
vengeance. Refused and scorned," flash.
ed its letters of fire before my eyes. The
whole current of my nature was changed
He | had SC. fondly and madly loved was
to become the object of the bitterest pas
sion which can agitate woman's heart
revenge! I resolved to teach him I wa.
rot the incuous, contemplate thing he
thought me. My mind was not yet ripe
for any great vengeance; new insults, new
bribes, had yet to come to fodder blacke
deeds :-srs i os s,..f.-
lie arrived to be present at my marriag'
with his father, to chill me with his cold
blooded hauteur, to smile delight at his re
lease from me. 1 felt he knew loved
him, and the humbling thought rendered
the desire to hate him doubly strong. Blu
the victory over my own heart was not ye
complete. saa
Soon after my marriage, I accompa
MED my husband and Alphonsine to Par
lis. Fabien was in England, and for a pc
riod at least | was Free But in vain I di'
Iplung into vortex of gaity, in vain did
!, associate with the frivolous and the light
hearted. I was pursued by the heav
[ hand of despair. Those who saw m
smiling in the brilliant throngs of fashion
, dreamed not Of the agony that was corro
, ding my heart strings, and which woul
one day hurl me into an abyss of crime.
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