The weekly Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1854-1861, 1859-07-14
How EAc Dyed for Love.

An amusing story is told as an episode
to story in foreign review, about a mil.
itary young gentleman who Dyed for love.
The affair occurred in Paris. The hero was
named De Marsuy. He was violently en-
amored of very pretty woman whom he
met by chance in the street, and discovered
afterwards to be the wife of "dyer" in the
Rue de Marais. Whether she was disposed
to favor his addresses, or acted in concert
with her husband to punish him, tis not
very easy to say the result, however, would
incline to the latter suppostion. AT all
events she gave him a rendezvous, at which
they were surprised by the dyer himself-a
fellow strong as Hercules, and of an ungov-
ernable temper. He rushed wildly on De
Marsay, who defended himself for some
time with his rapier false thrust, howev.
er, broke the weapon at the hilt, and the
dyer spriGgng forward caught poor Gus
tave round the wais: and actually carried
him off over his head, and plunged him
neck and heels into an enormous tank fiji.
led with dyestuff! How he escaped drown.
ing-how he issued from the house and ever
reached his home-he never was able to
tell. 1t is more than probably the conse.
quences ofthe calamity absorbed and oblit.
Grated all else for when he awoke the
next day he discovered that he was to tally
changed-his skin, from head to foot, being
dyed deep blue 1t was in vain that he
washed, boiled himself in hot baths, and
essayed hundred cleansing remedies
nothing ayailed in the least in fact, many
thought that he came out only bluer than
before. The most learned of the faculty,
the most distinguished chemists were con.
suited all in vain. At last a dyer was
sent for, who in an instant recognised the
peculiar tint, and said.
"Ah, there is but one man in Paris who
has the secret of this color, and he lives in
the Rue de Marais."
Here was q terrible blow to all hope !;
and in the discouragement it inflicted three
long months were passed, De Marsay grow
ing thin and wretched from frettng, and by
his dependency occssioning his friends the
deepest solcitude. At length one of his
relatives determined on a bold step. He
went direct to the Rue de Marais and de.
manded to speak with the dyer. 1t is not
easy to say how he opened negotiation OF
such delicacy; that he did so with consum-
mate tact and skill there can be no doubt,
for he SO worked upon the dyer's compassion
by the picture of the poor young fellow,
utterly ruined in his career, unable to face
the world, to meet the regiment, even to
appear before the enemy, being blue THAT
the dyer at last confessed his pity, but at the
same time cried out, "What can do 3
There is no getting it off again %
"No getting it off again do you really
tell me that !'' exclaimed the wretched
negotiator
"Impossible that's the patent" said the
other, with an il.dissembled pride. Il
have spent seven years in the inventon.-
l only hit upon it last October. Its grand
merit is that it resists all attempts to efface
it." .....
"And do you tell me-" cries the friend
in terror, "that this poor fellow must go
down to his grave in that odious-well, I
mean no offence-in that uuhoIy tint :"
"There is but one thing in my power,
sir." .n j.
"Well, what is it, in the name of mercy
Out with it, and name your price"
II can make him. a very charming green J.
un beau vert, monsieur"