The River Falls journal. (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1857-1861, 1857-11-04
the unknown, with stentorian

EGG of you to be q little calmer."
"Eh. Monsieur those are trihes, which
no one must mind. [ tell you | saw a
letter: and in th is there was an appoint
ment of q meeting. What think you
that did, at sucha moment!"
'If may judge by the state Of exasper-
alton you are III at present, you tore up
the letter, smashed the table, and proba-
bly, did some injury to your wife
THAT would be your manner of pro-
ceeding, perhaps?
81 cannot say, as | have not the adyan-
tage Of being married"
We'll, Monsieur did not rush on my
wife to kill her; I did not mark the fur
niture; did not even tear up the letter
everything remains as [ found it, and |
left my home on tptoe, without awaken
ing any one.
"Ah?" said Anatole, with sigh of re-
lief. The tale he had just heard had made
him reflect little, and somewhat oppres-
sed his chest.
my dear Monsieur" said he, with a
most winning voice, 81 cannot but ap-
prove of the strength of mind you have
shown in this most distressing circum-
stance; you have acted like Saga
philosopher. And since, in inviting me
to listen, you had, suppose, no other OBJ
ject than to confederate, by the opinion of
a gentleman, your intention, as yet not
quite decided, of clemency, l feel it my
duty to advise you to continue in that ex-
cellent disposition"
The unknown stopped for moment,
and looked steadily at Anatole.
''Monsieur," said Anatole, ''now that
you may see me soaked to the skin by
The rain, would it be an indiscretion if |
asked your leave to retire?'
"You are joking, Doubtless" replied
the other, with Il wild peal Of laughter
"when did you learn that | inclined to-
wards clemcncy, and that | wanted an
opinion from you. Did [ not tell you
a minute since, that had to take ven
geance? But it will fall on the soducer
who is the real, TIE only guilty party; on
the seducer who has received the letter.
it is for that, that did not destroy it
i'm who hastens at this moment to tho
rendezvous, with the glorious purpose of
dishonering woman, and rendering q
! husband ridiculous" Eleven o'clock
sounded from St. Pierre ChailIot
cit is the hour" said the unknown,
''let us make haster' And re-entering
the Rue Jean Gogon. he conducted Az
atole to small door which was half O.
pen. Oh, surprise. this door was that
of the garden of 1ortenSe
1t is not difficult to imagine the rest;
the man with the long mustaches, iron
wrist, and dropping cloak, is no other
than the chef d'escoaron Dufougerais.
The position of Anatoo became more
and more perplexing, Did NJ. Dufouge-
rais address him Anowiugly,or by chance,
Would he put in execution his plan of
revenge, and what was this plnns 1t WAS
with the deepest anxiety that poor Ana
tote asked himself these questions.
''Let us go in, D." said Dutougera;s, =
They enter. The chef d'escadron, after
double-locling the door, put the key in
his pocket. This movement contributed
bnt little to calm Anatole's suspicious.
pardon, Monsieur said Dufougeras,
~ have some little corrections to make,
in the matter you have been kind enough
to listen to. Will you favor me again
with your attention for q few moments!"
"Where we are now, it would be diff
cult to refuse you.
"Weil, then, know that my Hortonse
- such is the name of my wife = know
that my Hortense is not only an angel Of
beauty, but model of candor and virtue"
"Shll, but few molsents since, you
seemed"
And Anstole tried to read in the eyes
of Dufougorais, whether he was a mad
man.
"Just pow," replied Dufougcrais, I" it
was necessary to interest you in my favor,
and decide you 10 accompany mo here"
al confess that at present the motive
for my presence here escapes me-"
"Patience; you will understand pres
emily. All is not Imaginary in the story
| have related to you. There is in reality
a lover and husband, but this time they
have changed parts. 1t is not the hus-
band but the lover, who is the dupe. Let
us sit 4 own on this scat"
"Rut, Monsieur, there is no shelter;
and the rain still continues to pour"
"Did | not tell you that had my
waterproof cloak. Sec how the affair
happened. The anxious swain thought
fit, according to the ordinary practice, to
address himself to Gothon-that is the
name of my old servant good girl
brought up in the country, at my fathers,
who has never left me. The first thing
Gothon did, was to let me know tho Sc
ductive offers made her. [ then said to
Gothon: MY good girl, let yourself be
seduced.'
ooh, Diablo"
"You say-a'
al? nothing"
81 thought | hearl--perhaps it is our
lover-for you must know he is here"
Hcrew
"Where should he be! The doors of
the house, those of the garden, all are
doublo-locked, and the walls are of a
height which renders scaling a difficult
r. I