Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1857-10-30

Camille, would to God | had been
spared these disclosures, but duty, duty
compels me. Alphonse is so noble and
good that he would marry you, and prove
to you a loving husband, but would you
have him live lie? My heart throbs
with anguish, but it cannot ache like
yours, gentle girl Here, aud she drew
towards her a small writing -dcslS, and
took from thence note which she hand
ed Camille, "here is the proof"
Aud there, in the apparent writing of
Alphonse, she read her fate. No deep
sob rose from the heart, but leaning her
head upon her delicate hand, she sat the
object Of despair.
T !. Camille, Camille, don't Sit 50 stnsi-
fed, said Pauline, as if your heart
was breaking; do Try and rouse yourself;
you're young, and will soon forget thi:
unhappy attachment. Come here child
hear me. Tomorrow was to have beer
your wedding day."
Was to have been!" repeated Ca
mile, as one in trance.
" Yes, poor child, but go from thi,
terrible place. Marie, my own maid shall
go with you to Paris. My aunt Ernes
tine will befriend and comfort you in TIL.
great extremity. Will you go?"
Yes, anywhere replied Camille
who was but tool in the hands of hcl
powerful cousin.
"Leave note for Alphonse, stating
your determination never to marry him. ;
{" Yes" replied Camille.
Now go to rest, child wait, III
ring for Marie"
30, my God! What have / done,
what have done?" cried Pauline, as her
cousin left the room. "The blessed vir-
gin forgive me; this love has robbed me
of my soul, my honor, and nader life
dark and dreary. Hank I'll call her
back and confess it all; that / am
false. But that Pauline de Ford can
never do No, she'll soon forget it. =
She hasn't the depth of my soul, and Al
phonse, I'll risk him, man loves not as a
woman
a brighter morning never dawncd,
than that which was to have ushered in
the bridal day of Camille Dupont. The
air was jubilant with the song Of birds,
who had bathed themselves in the liquid
blue of heaven. Perchance they had
caught lingering strain. from angels
songs, as they lowered, guardian-likc,
over the slumbeVing earth. Every breeze
was rcdolent withShc breath of thous-
.,lnd iowers The sun rosy. and scattssA
ed abroad upon the earth millions at gol-
den sunbeams from its shining culver
and at nine o'clock, as the little bell of
Clermont sent forth its merry peal, the
villagers, clad in their holiday suits,
bearing baskets of flowers, hastencd to
the moss-hound chapel, to witness the
solcmnization of the rites which were to
join the rich, proud Alphonse Vincent,
to the gentle Camille Dupont. For was
not Camille almost their patron saint
Many blessing from their kind hearts
had rested upon the head, where nothing
heavier than blessing ought ever to
have rested.
The chapel was soon filled, and the
venerable cure in his flowing white robes
stood within the chanccl, awaiting the
coming of the happy pair. The guests
were assembled, the. moments flew swift
ly by; an hour passed; yet no bride or
groom. Strange looks were irtcrchang-
ed by the peasants The good cure pa
ced the chancel in great agitation; when
suddenly, Alphonsc Vincent, haggard
and pale, opened small side door, and
beckoned 10 Father Jerome the cure.
Father Jerome" said he, in bro
ken voice.
My son, where is my lamb, the gen.
tie Camille p
Good father, she has flown VIC know
not where, and just as she was to have
been NY bride. She left this little note,
saying circumstances must ever separate
us. found her unele's family in great
distress. Her cousin Pauline refused to
be comfortcd."
"My son, she was not worthy of you,
thus to have left you when her VOWS
should have been warm upon her lips
The blood rushed fierccly over the
frank, noble face of Alphonse, at this
impufation of falsity.
Say not SO, good father" he replied,
she's true as an angel, but bitter circum-
stances must have compelled her to do this
poor bird. I've watched her every step
this many a day. I've shielded her from
the rough winds of life. All, I've been
jealous of the very sunbcams that spor-
ted so carelessly over her sweet curls, and
now she's gone, and no one to care for
her as have dcne God have mercy p
With agonizcd steps Alphonse Vim
cent paced the floor Of the room, while
Father jerome returned to the chanceI
to dismiss tho anxiously waiting congre-
CATION.
Long days and weeks passed drcarily to
the aching heart Of \ phonse, for although
he sought, yet he was able to gain no
tidings Of his love and now he wander
gu a. ohc IN /" tdHCC' ~ VAN uiA lue
proud Pauline use, with uuwcaried assid-
uity, all her art 10 win him TO herself
and as no traces were found OF Camille,
the rumor spread throughout all Cler-
mont, that soon the magnificent Pauline
would be led to the altar BY Alphonse -
"And wasn't il a shame" said many,
"that he should so soon forget the gentle
but it was in the hearts Of all
men to forget"
"Alphonse Vincent" said his lively
cousin Agatha, one morning as they were
seated in listless conversation, edo arouse