Butte record., 1855-10-20

ever''
More than ever, since I have been in
love with you
is that necessary
Beyond a doubt. Ambition-what is
it but honors, wealth, the envious looks
Of impotent rivals, the admiration of the
crowd, the favor Of monarchs3 And is
not ones love unanswerably and most
triumphanly proved, in laying all this
at the feet Of the woman whom one
address
You may be right
4 may b. right, Marchioness! Listen
to me, my fir lady-loye.'
4 am all attention, sir
Between Us, who are well-born, and
consort rot with plebeians, that vulgar
and sentimental sort of love which is
painted by those who write books for
your mantuamakers and chambcrmaids,
would be in decidedly bad taste. 1t
would be but sighting love and making
no account Of its enjoyment, were we to
60 and bury it in some obscure corner OF
the Provinces. or of Paris-we who be-
long to Eersailes-living away there
with it, in monotonous solitude and IN
changing contemplation
'Ah!' said the Warehouses, "you
think so3'
Tell me, rather, of fetes that dazzle
one with lights, with noise, with smiles,
with wit, through which one glidas in
tozicated, with the fair conquest in tri-
umph on ones arm. Why hide ones
happiness, in place of parading it' The
jealousy Of the world does but increase,
and cannot diminish it. My uncle, the
Cardinal stands well at court. He has
the Kings ear, and better still the Coun-
tess's. He will ere long, procure me
one of the Northern embassies. Cannot
you fancy yourself, Madame the Am
bassadress, treading on the platform of
drawing-rocm, as royalty with royalty,
with the highest nobility of kingdom
having the men at your feet, and the
women on lower seats around you, u,whilst
you yourself are occupant of throne,
and WELD sceptre;'
And as Mon. de Beaugency warmed
with his own eloquenee, he gently slid
from his seat to the knees of the Mar
chioness, whose hand he covered with
kisses.
She listened to him with smile on
her lips, and then abruptly said to him:
Rise, sir, and hear me in turn. Are
you in truth sincerely attached to me?'
with my whole soul, Marchioness'
'Are you prepared to make every sac
rifce:'
Every one, Madam
THAT is fortunate indeed; for to be
prepared for a |, is to accomplish one,
without the slightest difficulty; and it is
but single one that I require
'Oh, speak! Must throne be con-
quered?'
by no means, sir You must only
call to mind that you own fine chateau
in Poitou
'Pooh!' said Monsieur de Beaugency,
"a She'd
Every mans house is his CASTLE re-
piled the widow And having called it
to mind, you need only order post
horses
For what purpose"
80 carry me off to Courlac 1t is
there that your almoner shall unite US,
in the chapel, in presence Of your do
mestics and your vassals, our only wit
nesses.'
"A singular whim, Marchioness; but
| submit to it.
Very well. We will set out this
evening.-Ah! forgot
wv hat, further;'
Before starting, you will send in your
resignation to the King.
Monsieur de Beaugency almost boun-
ded from his seat
DO you dream of that, Warehouses;"
'Asuredly. You will not, at Courlac,
be able to perform your duties at court
and on returning:'
'We will not return
'We will-not--returni' slowly ejacu-
lated Monsieur de Beaugency. Where
then shall we proceed
Nowhere. We will remain at Cour.
lac.'
'All the summer