The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1856-03-08

CHAPTER II.
The occupants Of the carriage which pass
ed Albertne at the fountain, we're AIphonso
DarOurt and bis young bride
Dacourt was one Of wealthy firm of
publishers and 0oksellers in Paris. lie had
lived long in foreign land, whence he had
just returned, in consequence of the death
Of an acting partner, bringing with him a
fair English bride.
They were taking drive in the beautfu!
rnvirons of the city, when the little scene o.
CURED which We have already related. Ma
dame Da"ourt was perpexed and troubled b,
the hatred with which she saw the rich almo>'
universally regarded by the poor in th~>.
revolutionary times; and the exhibition Of =
which she had INST witnessed checked he'
mirth. and saddcnrd her with the though,
that she too. and the husband she loved
might he drawn into the troubled tide whirl.
was overwhelming with its foamins waves all
things old and established, and drowning all
other sounds with its angry roar
Her husband noticed the change in her
manner, and the subdued tones Of her voice
and by additional tenderness and cairtv
sought to dispel the shallow which had com,
over her spirit.. although she. unwilling I"
cloud the dav's enjoyment by foreboIngsos
evil. said nothing Of the cause. She felt The
.irarv Of these efforts on the part Of h.,
husband. and for his sake strove TO hani>h
the thoughts that disturbed her. She joined
in the lively conversation with chr-rfulnr>>
assumed at first. but which soon became 81.
real, that. before they reached home. she hal
qnite forgotten both her sadness and the in
cid-nt that caused it.
The carriage stopped before handsome
dwelling in the Rue St. Martin Dacourt as.
sisted his wife to aIi.ht, and she ran gaiy ur
the marble steps, while he fingered monrn'
10 give some directions TO his servant. u
was a luxurious abode to which Darourt hat
introduced his young wife. Partisan tast"
and elegance. united with the substantial com
forts Of an English home. made It all thtt
could he desired for he had lived long -
non.h in England to appreciate ,hr domp.,i.
-njoym-n's whirh his coun,rym~n so fire.
qupnily do without; and as Madame Dacour,
sought her own room. she telt THAT she wa
blest above measure in the possession Of surh
4 husband and snrh home.
She pnt aside the heavy curtains. ard sa,
down on rich ottoman hv the window, while
she drew Oft her gloves and united her hx
! Very beautiful she lmksl a. she sat there
the crimson curtains referring their blush ON
cheek and lip. and the rich sunlight falling
on her hair. converting it into cleaning gold
Her husband Thought she had never looked
half so lovely. and he had never felt so proud
and happy. as when he paused on the thrc>h
hold 10 gaze IN her. The next moment hr
had lifted the Ii,'le hat that sat 50 heromingy
upon her head, ano: laid it aside, and stood
prrssin. the beautiful head to his heart. As
he stopped to kiss her smooth, bright fore
head, she play lily wound her fingers in his
hair, and lifted one of her own sunny curls.
to contrast u with the locks hrh had onrr
been jruv black but wrr" nov thwklv so~n
with silver. llr laughed as he released him
self from her hold, and threw e the hair
from brow whose deep lines hinted that it
might have been sorrow, rather than age,
whirh had robbed him of his youth
NOV tell me-, dearest, why you we're a
little sad this afternoon. Does my bird pine
for her English no e?'
o, no, AIphonse. lIenceforth it is eniv
home where my husband is. Indeed, I 10
not think was sad only little ,houchttal. I"
Now, my lille Louise. I protest against
your burlcning this poor head with such
weishty thoughts in future. You remember,
do you not. that you we're to De the sunshine
Of our home? One shadow is enough" he
added. half caiIy, half sadly, as he passed bis
hand over his cheeks and brow, and ran bis
fingers through his hair.
Yes. YES, re ember;" said she, smiling.
But seriously. Alphonse. does the spirit
of defiance and hatred " lei, ,h.~r pore
constantly manifest. trouble you? You saw
that woman. who refused your gift so scorn.
fully? Her Looks fairly terrified me-"
NO. did not SEE her. A, least. I dii
not notice her at all, as anything but CON-
mon street beggar."
She was no common beggar-I am sure
of it; and, though know it is folly TO think
that this woman could be anything to Us,
rannot quite rid myself Of the impression
that there was something in the incident ONT
nous Of evil"
20, nonsense, my ''ear my poor country
men are excitsble and violent, but they are so
easily influenced, that word will sometimes
check them, when most bent on mischief |
tru.t to this varisblenees Of temperament 10