True American. [volume] (Steubenville [Ohio]) 1855-1861, 1856-11-05
VOLUME 2.-NUMBER IA.

she gave the husband credit for all sorts
of good qualities, but unfortunately she
had fallen in love with another mani
She did not mention his name. ! should
like TO have heard it. He must have
been one Of our handsome young cava-
liers around the town. And this other
loved her tOo-she could not help it, poor
thing--and so she found room for him in
her heart, as well as her husband. The
other one was so handsome, so pleasingl
so fascinating, Well. il
her husband did not know what was 60.
ing on he could no. be vexed, and :" ~"
it would do him 10 harm. She had
promised to admit her lover early this
morning. Do you hear! This is what
the French danes call "passer, ses, ca.
price" At last she begged the good
priest to give her absolution beforehand.
And he did 80. he gave the absolutioni I
What do YOU think Of all this, my love-"
said the Marquis as he rose from the
couch. where all was now still as death.
"Well he continued, in jocular tone.
" Our worthy priest is almost too compla.
cent and indulgent-at least most Of them.
Our old father Gregorie, however would
have taken you to task after a different
fashion If you T." He btoke off ab.
ruptly, while he quietly laid the pillow in
its own place, and deliberately turned
down the embroidered coverlet. II was
the architect Giuoli BalSe.ti. whom the
Marquis beheld; he had ceased to
breathe.
"Have you been 10 confession lately,
my LAURA I" asked The Marquis. There
was no answer.
at is not long since you have been Al
confession is it! he asked in louder
and sterner voice.
"No," replied the young woman, in
the lowest possible tone. @9tias
"Apropos," said the Marquis 40 he
covered the frigh,fully distorted and blue
face Of the corpse with the coveflet,
"shall we not go to the grand festival at
the church to-day. The procession be-
gins exactly at twelve o'clock. / shall
order the carriage we really must not
miss it," -3
He turned to the dressing room. The
triarchioness was sitting in large cuish-
iened chair, the thick tresses Of her hair
hanging negligently down. her lips and
cheeks as pale as death and her hands
resting listlessily on her lap.ss
"What is the matter my dear child I"
asked the Marquis, inwafdly triumphing
at het distress, but with fair and friendly
words upon his lips. "You have risen
too early, my little Laura; and you have
also fatigued yourself in trying to dress
without assistance. Where is Pipettai I
1 shall ring for her;now." He pulled tho
bell rope--approached his wife-slightly
kissed her brow--snd then left her apart.
ments.
AT midday when the bells Of the
church were pealing, the Marquis splen-
did state carriage, with four horses
adorned with gilded trappings, stood be-
fore the gate Of his palace, and crowd
of richly dressed pages, footmen and
grooms were in waiting there, Pres
emily the Marquis appeared in his bril-
liant court costume, with gli,tering stars
on his breast, his hat in his hand, whilst
with the other he led his young and beau
tiful bu. pale wife. With the utmost at
tention he handed her down the marble
steps, and while bis countenance looked
as cold and stony as that Of statue, his
eyes flashed with FIRE that was unusual
to them. The servants hurried. the car
riage door was opened, the noble pair en-
tered il, and it drove off towards the town.
In the crowded streets the foot passen-
gers turned round TO gaze on il, and ex-
claimed to each other, there go happy
pair"
The architect had disappeared. No
one suspected that on the day Of the
grand festival he lay dead--a blue and
terrible looking corpse--amid boots and
shoes, at the bottom Of noble danes
wardrobe, or that on the following night,
without shroud or coffin, bis body was
secretly transported by the lady's faithful
servants to a neighboring mountain and
there thrown into deep cave. But the
lady paid large sum to the convent Of
Msgdalens for the sake Of bis souls
repose. q .a .V's3e
| The monk Of Gregorie--the accom-!
modsting and favorite confessor Of the
fashionable world--was also soon aller
missing. .-Bu, he was not dead--he lin!
gered for some years in = subtsrransan
prison belonging 10 nonesiesry Of one
Of the strictest orders; punishment 70
which he had been condemned through
the influence Of the Marquis d. Arena. II
That the confessional Ne. 9 was remOs
we'd will be easily believed. ssgi
! The Marquis ps,eT alluded 10 these
events before his wife, When they ap.
peared in public together, 20 also in 30
ciety a bis own home. he treated her
with respect. often with attention. Bus
he never again spoke 70 her in private.
nor did he ever again enierthoss sppsss-
ments which had once bean the seems 0f
l "a iraadfOl a franndr A ,iliif,s y >, .f.t.t.f