The weekly pioneer and Democrat. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn. Territory) 1855-1865, 1858-11-25
A Queer Hart story.

The Kn,ekeIboeksr oondenses o romance
Of VIC don't know how many pages, cent to
it for publication, into the following:
Count Fay is gray aud grim warrior,
of nearly three score aud ten; Gabrielle,
his spou.e, is gay and beautiful young wo-
man, who 10 not over and above tenacious
Of her marriage VOWS; aud especially is she
10 love against the statute, with young De
Courcy. a Castillian, brave and fair: ;"
"And when he went away to fight,
She wept In secret day and night"
De Courcy falls on the bloody field Of Acre,
and while dying calls his weeping page to
him, and tells him, wien all is over with
him 10 take out his heart, enclose it in q
casket bear it so the fair and faithIess
Gabrielle, and say 10 her that its last beat
was swelled and prolonged with love and
affection for her. The faithful page returns,
Through many rough adv INJURIES which be-
fell him by the way 70 perform his dying
masters mission, with hB heart In his
hand" exclosed US Aforesaid.
IA be reaches the well-known castle gate
he finds old Uncle FayaI, with long and
splendid retinue, coming out OF the castle
gate, with dashipg trumpeter ahead, "wind-
log his horn" around bis arm, and half blow.
Ing his brains out. ola" exclaimed some
pcrkng inquisitor in the old counts train,
lyon boy is the pAge Of DE Courcy, now M
dertakins present wars in Arc" That's
30, said the jealous pated old count "what's
that he's got in his hand? ?" lie asked the
same question Of the page, as the 1.-THE lad
rode up and was passing, after making q
bow a. politely a. he knew how. The hand
some boy replied that it was little box OF
Count Fayal's beautiful "Iadye." "llold.
pull up your horse y exclaimed the en-
ragged count. n wan, that box: what's in
to III" and he snatched it from his hand
The page, putting u pair Of wings 10 his
stoed,' rode oil, making no sign as to what
was Unto the box" which had been entrusted
10 him so solemnly by his chivaric princi-
pal aud gov'nor. What do you suppose
old Fayal did with the casket? he never
let it go out Of bis hand, until he got home
that night and then he gayeit To- But
we anticipate" The next day be gave a
most splendid feast; everything that was
good TO eat and drink, and plenty OF it; and
what they dd'n. use that night, next morn
ing II WAS fried.
The company was mostly white, and as
select as could be picked up "anywheres,"
49," lords and ladies', proud and gay and
knights and squres," and Other bead
waters, all with their best clothes on. But
there sat Mrs, Fayal dressed ur to the
mines, smiling with heavy beast, which
would have been heavier still, if she had
known that young De Courcy was al that
moment tho manglcd prey of some heart OF
jackal on the field Of honor. My ladye
far - said the Count to his smiling and
handsome wife a. want you TO try little
of this pastry, it has much vaunted fla
vor." As soon az she tasted of it. said abe !:
"Wcll, it is good, certainly, the cook has
wondroas skill lie has So" says old
Fayal. Z" lie understands has business so
don't you fail, when You praise up his pas
try hereafter 10 say that he baked In it, to
flavor 1t, The heat Of young De CoWcy,
now dead on the battle held Of saint Jean
dAcrel !" "Sech wo. Mrs. Fayal faint
cd dead away Immediately, aud WAS carried
out OF the room screaming the worst WAY !:
she couldn't set up I" Tor long time after
ward; and from that time forward never
could abide pastries OF any kind or deserip
lion. Now that's the who,e story, told al
ter the manner Of modern cbiyalry.' Isn't
it ,ricopherous or hair rai.in narrative
and 50 natural aud real liie-like.