Saint Paul weekly Minnesotian., 1858-07-03

admlrer tnlS evening ana l Snall De IOrSot-
ten."
"You deserve to be forgotten, for saying
so for offending me with your suspicious; but
you are my cousin, and l forgive you this
offence" said she, putting AdOlphe's hands,
which she held, upon her curling locks.
"Do you really love me, Christine?"
81 have told you so hundred times, un-
grateful one! you must be almost stunned at
hearing anything so many times"
at is always delightfully."- new to me-"
"Well, we love each other, that is certain;
but as my father will not give his consent to
our union, we must watt
{" But if he never consents
"Never! do you fear that?"
"Christine, alas, do"'
"Well then shall always remain as am
happiness never results from an act OF DISC
bedience.'
II think you do. And you are
so happy now."
"To be sure am. Do not see you every
nav? What better could We wish?"
Adolphe looked thoushtfully at the object
of his passion, without answering at first,
then he signed heavily and said:
81 think you are amazingly prudent"
81 do not wish to wound fathers heart. y
"But you do not care for wounding mine.
"Adolphe, if l never becolce your wife with
my fathers consent l shall always remain
single, but this is the extent of all l can
promise you"
The young soldiers face grew sad, he
walked hastily across the room-stopping
now and then to look at the lovely tyrant
who had held him so carelessly in her chains.
Christine tried to look extremely grave; but
two beautiful dimples, which adorned her
lovely mouth, were or tie point OF appear
ing with that joyous laugh which was SO nat
ural to her. Adolphe's heart did not beat
so gayly; he was jealous lover, whose i'm
agination saw in Christine treasure guarded
by two dragons ready to devour love itself:
namely, ambition and avarice.
Ignorant of her fathers designs, confidiDg
in the affection of beloved parent, the in
nocent daughter of crafty father still saw
now no cloud in the future she was, on the
contrary, very much amused at her lovers
pouting.-Adolphe's eyes flashed fire, but he
did not dare complain again; reflection op'
pressed him, and, almost beside himself, but
too unworldly to be able to struggle against
his cruel thoughts, he still feared to disturb
Christine's happiness, and he revenged him
self for not being able to find fault with her
by taking himself to task.
II have been very. foolish" cried he, I" I de-
serve all that has happened to me. By hea-
ven to have allowed an absurd passion to
get the mastery of me. Come there must
be an end to this shall not repay your
father the debt of gratitude which l owe him
by robbing him of his only child; adieu,
Christine! l am going to rejoin my regi-
ment. l count upon the i'll fortune of war
to ease my troubles-you will think with
some little regret of the dead J"
His voice was broken. Christine uttered
a cry, and her tears burst forth abundantly
for Adolphe was kneeling at her feet and
begging her pardon. His warke resolution
had melted away like dew before the sun
and the young lovers parted more in love
than ever.
Christine would not have liked to die OF
love, on the contrary, she wished to live for
its sake, ard to be violently separated from
the object of sincere and early affection,
would have embittered her life with sad
and ineffaceable impression. But this could
not be, they would be always near each other
but in spite of her lovers grief, some
otlduoc dIII dCIiOil leu uCT W HcT IllTTOF.
She remembered her fathers orders concern
ing the supper to be given that evening to
some new friend and consulted his wishes by
adding to her toilet every ornament which
could please father who felt the greatest
pride in the beauty of his child. When she
entered the room which had been heated and
perlumed according t. her orders, and where
supper was prepared with degree of magni-
ficence not Cften seen even at the house of
the opulent minister, she shone upon the soil
tary guest an object of beauty sufficiently
dazzling to merit the homage of whole
court.
Nothing could exceed Christine's anger
and astOnishment, when, instead of the dis
tinguished stranger whom she had expected
to strike dumb with her charms, she beheld,
in the person who rose awkwardly at her ap-
pearance to conduct her to table, the odious
Ericsson, the object of her greatest aversion
and the despised butt of her malicious sar-
casms.
".What made my father amuse himself thus
at my expense ?" thought she to herself
looking sidelong at the dctested face at is
really that creature" thought she, sitting a
sigh and an incOnvenient wish to laugh which
does that ugly captain come here for, with
his china-blue eyes and his hair in such boy
ish looking curls p
Her dislike did not exaggerate the portrait
which she was drawing IN her own mind. of
the tall, gaunt and inelegant young man who
stood before her, with his large aquiline nose,
his ruddy cheeks, and with rude stare in
his soldier eyes, which seemed to devour the
charms of the proud and sensitive girl; such
was, indeed, the picture of the individual who
had for some weeks been the most Constant
visitor at the prime minister's house, and who
was often closeted with him by the hour In
vain did Christine-in despair at having vast
ed her delicious toilet-resgn herself to lis
tening to his rude gallantry and hearing his
vulgar admiration the warlike machine
would have remained week before her with
out uttering single compliment. The only
manifestation which he made of the admira-
tion which he felt, was loud laughter at his
own stupid words. Christine, rest. aimed by
her respect for her father, seemed to seek
some door through which to disappear and
spare herself the ennui, mingled with indig-
nation, which the presence of such suitOr
caused her to feel. Her heart filled by a
pleasing image, and irrtated at the presump-
ton OF this ugly rival, bounded angriy within
er. She felt ready to exclaim, "Count
Ericsson! merciful heavens! Count Eric
son !"
And, as if the insupportable Ericsson had
been aware of these hostile reflections, be
attempted to display all his powers, and make
Some way in the good graces of the silent
lady, by asking her abruptly:
What is your opinion of Alexander the
Great Y'
Christine could not help laughing in the
face of her guest.
6" l never think about Alexander the Great
at ALL" answered she. 81 remember that,
when I was reading about him, however,
was as much afraid of him as of a mailman. "
Ericsson began vehemently to defend the
most remarkable courage ever admired by
the world.
"If he had been as prodigiously wise, as
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