True American. [volume] (Steubenville [Ohio]) 1855-1861, 1855-02-01
Z. RAGAN, Editor and Proprietor

concluded, completely overset the old la
dy's patience-never too steadily balanced
and she replied to it in way not un-
common with her when very angry, by shy
ing a sabot she was vanishing at the de-
linquent's head, accompanied by a volley
of expletives not necessary to repeat
Frequent practice enabled her grandson to
easily avoid the dangerous missile; and her
words went equally astray of their mark
after few moments, as Paul fastened
along towards the slandered damsels resi-
dcnce, and, arrived there, poured forth,
with all the energy and distinctness swift
speed and ardent affection permitted, the
hopes, tribulations, wishes, anxieties, ex-
cited in his bosom by the too charming
Lucille.
you do not know, then,' replied that
much amused baggage, you do not know,
then, my poor Joiteun, that
Boieurr echoed Paul, springing in
dignontly from his knees to the full height
of his best leg-'that is true; still, if one
is little lame
'One may be six feet up one side III
tcmupted Lucille, with the same delight
ful mockery of tone as before.
No doubt; but would say, if permit
ted, that you do not know, it seems, that
I am betrothed to Jaqucs Duprc, the ma
son, who can earn ten francs to your five,
my friend, and that we intend marrying
next week ..
Paul heard no more, or, at least he woult
not, if he could have helped it; but the
hussy's merry laugh, bywhich he was pur
sued,. seemed sounding In his ears. eyer
whilst recounting his discontinue to Mad
anne Truquet
Console yourself, Paul, said the dame
as she handed her afflicted grandson a spi
cod night-cap, and tucked him up comfort
ably in bed-'console yourself, mon garcon,
there are prettier faces in Amiens thar
ever beamed under the cap of Lucille Bor
lase. Besides, as I told you, they are dis
semblcrs to their very nails; you shall as
easily find out their secret meaning, as
what is hidden under conjurors palm
Good night, mon brave; you have had
lucky escape, and it is I, who have known
the Borlasc family these fifty years, who
tell you so.'
Paul was very much better the mex
morning: the fires of love and liquor haC
cooled scnsibly during the night, and by
noon he was sturdily marching along, with
his kit strapped to his back, on the road
to Paris, determined to brayely face the
world spite of all the Lucilles in creation
Paul did not, however, get farther on hi
road to the metropolis than Abbeville
where he found immediate and constant
work, and such agreeable associates, thai
he remained there contentedly something
over six years, during which time he con
trived to save about eight hundred francs
tho best possible proof that could be civ
en- of his general steadiness and sobriety
During that long period he had only paic
two or three brief visits to Madame Tru
quet; and all he heard of Lucille, was
that she had married Dupre at the time
indicated, and soon afterwards left AmicnS
with him for Paris. Paul Verdot then
had been residing at Abbeville approach
ing to seven years, when letter reached
him to the effect that his grandmother had
been seized with a sudden, and it was fear.
cd, mortal illness, and was very desirous
of seeing him before she died. He set of
at once for Amiens, and arrived there bare.
ly in time to close the eyes of his kind and
aged. relative, and to hear her family mur-
mur, in the last words that huttered on
her lips, an injunction TO avoid the revo-
| lutionists, and to beware of Lucille Dupre,
veuCe' .r .
The Revolutionists Yes: Paul conf
pretended and acceded to that without ef-
fort 1t was the beginning of the year
1892, under which date is inscribed the
bloodiest pages of that frightful history.
Amiens, like other towns, had its Salat
Public and guillotinc in vigorous cxecu-
ton, and drunken snatches of Cormagnole
and Candra penetrated to thOsick room,
and mingled with the death-sobs of the ex-
piring woman, But Lucille Dupre, wild
ow ! Z. He would not conceal from himself
that the last word had excited, even at the
solemn moment when it was uttered, some
score Of feverish pulse beats; but what of