Butte record., 1855-10-20
NUMBER 80.


'Ah!' said Monsieur de Meneyal, with
Indifference.
He has granted my request. Ifyou
love me, you will accept the offer. We
will be married this evening, and your
Excellency the Ambassador to Prussia
will set off for Berlin Immediately after
the nuptials. Reflect; I grant you an
hour
1T is useless, answered Monsieur de
Menneval; 4 have no need of reflection,
for love you. Your wishes are my
orders: to obey you is my only desire.
l accept the embassy
Never mind' said she trembling with
JOY and blushing deeply. Pass into the
room, wherein you were just now wait
ing must complete my toilet, and
shall then be at your service. will
summon you.
The Marchioness handed out the Bar
on by the right hand door, as she had
handed out the Marquis by the left; and
then said to herself:
4 shall be prettily embarrassed, if
Monsieur de Bcaugency should consent
to end his days at Courlacp
Thereupon the King removed the
screen and reappeared.
His Majesty stepped quietly to the
round table, whereon he had replaced
the oranges, and took up one of them.
'Ah!' exclaimed the Marchioness, Il
perceive, Sire, that you foresee the diff
Guilty that is about to spring up, and go
back accordingly to the oranges, in order
to settle it,
As his sole reply, Louis XIV took
small ivory handled penknife from his
waistcoat pocket, made an incission in
the rind of the Grange, peeled it OF
neatly, divided the fruit into two r~rts,
and offered one to the astonished Mar
chioness.
But, Sire, what are you doing3' was
her eager inquiry.
you see that am eating the orange
But
1T was of no manner of use 10 u.s.
You have decided then;'
Unquestionably Monsieur de Men>
neval loves you better than Monsieur de
Beaugency.'
That is not quite certain yet; let US
watt
Look said the King, pointing to the
valet, who entered with a note from the
Marquis You'll soon see.'
The widow opened the note, and read:
Madame, I love you-Hea7en is my
witness; and to give you up is the most
cruel of sacrifices But l am gentle
man A gentleman belongs to the King.
My life, my blood are his. l cannot,
without forfeit Of my loyalty, abandon
his service
Get cetera,' cbimed in the King, 'as
was observed by the Able Fleury, my
tutor. Marchioness, call in Monsieur
de Menneval'
Monsieur de Menneval entered, and
was greatly troubled to see the King in
the widows boudior.
Baron said his Majesty, Monsieur
de Beaugency was deeply in love with
the Marchioness; but he was more deeply
still in love-since he would not re-
nounce it, to please hcr-with the en-
bassy to Prussia Aud you love the
Marchioness much better than you love
ne, since you would enter my service
for her sake. This leads me to believe
that YOU would be but lukeyarm pub
lIc servant, and that Monsieur de Beau~
gency will make an excellent ambassa-
dor. lie will start for Berlin this eve
ming; and you shall marry the Marchion-
ess l will be present at the ceremony
'Marchoness,' whispered Lonis XIV
in the ear Of his god-daugbter, true love
is that which does not shrink from a
sacrifice
And the King peeled the second or
ange and eat it, as he placed the hand
of the widow in that of the Baron.
Il have been making three persons
happy: the Marchioness, whose indeci-
sion l have relieved; the Baron, who
shall marry her; and Monsieur de Beau
gency, who will perchance prove a sorry
ambassador In all this, have only
neglected my own interests, for I have
been eating the oranges without sugar
And yet they pretend to say that l am
a selfish Monarch
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