The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1862-07-03


1t was past midnight, and the bride had al
n ready been some time in the nuptial chamber
y when the young spouse succeeded at last in es
. Gaping from his friends and leaving the bal
room, when he assembled the stairs, upon one
3 of the landing places of which the waiting maiG
: met him and told him to enter.
The new husband raped lightly upon The
t door, and threw himself at the feet of woman
t who waiting for him, seated near the fire
in an elegant night dress, such as rich widow
might be expected to wear whose desires haC
been satisfied by new marriage.
Rise, my friend said she to her spouse, Civ
ing her hand.
No, no, madam replied the young man
selling upon white hand which clasped be
tween his own, and carried it to his lips. "No
leave me at your feet, and do not withdraw
your hand, for fear lest you may escape me
| fear that all this is only illusion; it seems tc
me that l am the hero of one those fairy tales
1 used to hear when child, and that at the
very moment of being happy, the malicious
fairy is going to fly away, TO laugh with her
companions at my sorrow and despair
BE assured my friend, that yesterday l was
Lord Melville's widow; and now. sir, am
Madame de la Tour, your wife Dispel from
your Imagination your childhood's fairy. The
tale is but fable
NJ. Freddie de la Tour had some reason to
suspect that a superior genius inteffered with
his affairs, for within the last few months either
chance or inexplicable good fortune had rem.
dered him rich and happy beyond his desires.
His age was 25; he was an orphan and barely
lived upon an employment in which he was
engaged, when passing one day through the
street Saint Honore, splendid coach stopped
near him and an elegantly dressed lady leaned
over rho carriage door ard called out to him,
though not by name.
The driver descended, let down the foot
board, and hat in hand respectfully invited
M. Frederick to be seated by the side Of this
woman glittering with jewels. The coachman
then drove off
Sir said the lady, who had thus taken him
up, with sweet voice, 4 have received your
letter, but Notwithstanding your refusal yet
hope to see you tomorrow at my evening par
ty'
NE, MADAME replied Frederic
Yes, sir. you-Ah l beg your pardon, cried
the lady with surprise, i beg your pardon, Sir
but you so much resemble person of my ac
quantance that took you for him. All, sir
excuse -. What must you think ? Indeed
the resemblance is SO striking that any one in
the world would be deceived as have been
| Before this explanation was ended, the coach
stopped in the court of superb mansion, and
NJ. Frederic could not but offer his hand to
Lady Melville. Frederic dazzled by so much
grace, was easily subiugated. He congratula-
ted himself upon the happy chance which gave
rise to his acquaintance with Lady Melville =
he accepted her invitation. and in few days
became one of her most frequent visitors. The
rich widow was surrounded by admirers; but
they dropped off one by one, and things were
so arranged before a week had rolled by, that
the little clerk had made the widows house his
home. Marriage was agreed upon, but 1t was
she who first proposed it.
Frederic would sometimes place himself in
the morning before his little glass, and consider
himself with some attention. He was not ugly,
neither was he handsome. His dress moderate
as must be that of a clerk with salary OF eight
hundred francs, did not permit him to attribute
his good fortune to his tailor. He was forced
| to the conclusion that he was loved for himself,
! or else that Lady Melville was fascinated
| When the marriage was settled, when the fu-
! ture spouse was before the notary, his astonish-
ment was redoubled. They declared his prop.
erty to be over a million. He owned according
/ to the contact, farm in Normandy, a house
! in Paus, in the street Saint Honore, and other
real estate which he had never before heard
mentioned. The widow was rich in foreign
wealths. She had farms in Wales and pastures
| in Devonshire. All was to Frederic golden
dream, and he longed to wake from it, The
mayor and the curate came to sanction the un-
! ion, but neither the marriage soemniy nor the
law was able to dispel his doubts, and he did
not leave his wife's feet, but grasped in his
hand the embroidered muslin other night dress,
through fear that the dream would vanish.
Rise, Fredric,' said his wife again, come
to this arm chair of mine, and let us converse
---'
The young man at last obeyed, though yet
unwilling to release his hold of his wife's hand,
and Madam de Ia Tour commenced as follows
There was once on time
There cried Frederic so l was not deceiv-
ed. 1t is truly fairy tale
Listen to me, my friend There was once on
time young girl, born of parents who had
formerly been wealthy, but who, when fifteen
yeals of age, had to subsist upon the industry
of her father. They resided in Lyons but some
hopes of better fortune brought them to Paris
Nothing is so difficult as to recover lost for
tune or to regain lost rank. This young girl
found it so; for four years her father struggled
with misery without being able to vanquish it
and died in the hospital.
| The mother soon followed the husband, and
the young girl was left alone in the attic, for
which the rent was unpaid Its only furniture
was two beds. If there were fairy in the tale
which / am relating, this is certainly the mo-
ment when she should appear; but there is
none IN il. The young girl remained at Paris,
without friends withoui pi electors, without aid,
! x
pay. and in vain seeking for labor, the wealth
of the poor. Vice, it is true, stretched its arms
/ to her. but there are pure souls that can pass
vice without looking ar it, or at least without
suffering themselves to be sullied by its breath.
Meantime life as necessary; the hunger of
the day redoubed at night, and the misery of
the night was added to a second day passed
without food. You rise from "a table groaning
under Its weight of danties, where, wine too,
| ohOup1c IN o14 - .
since yesterday, Frederic, that you are rich,
you have no idea of the misery / speak of, and
you wonder that, in the midst of the luxury that
surrounds you, upon this arm chair of gold and
silk, where | am sitting. | can point to YOU
such picture but listen to me farther Hun
ger led this young girl to beg. She covered
her head with her mother veil, the only heri-
tage she received she inclined her body to imi-
tate age, and went down into the street. There
she held cut her hand Alas! that hand was
white and fair, and there was danger in show
ing 1t; that hand was then wrapped by the
young girl in the thick cloth of the veil, as il
it had been eaten by hideous leprosy.
The poor child took her station against
post, far off from the lamp; when young girl
of wealthy appearance passed by, the unfortu-
nate one would hold her hand and ask for a
sous. A sous to buy little bread At Paris
young girls have something else to do in the
evening besides drawing sous from their pOck-
ct If the begging girl saw an old man passing
she Fentured TO implore him. Age is often
ayaraelous and hard. The old man passed.
The evening had been wet and rainy. night
was approaching, and the patrols, the night
; guards, the city sergeants, were about TO take
possession of the streets of Paris, when the
young girl, tainting with want, once more held
out her hand. She addressed herself to young
man, who stopped, felt in his pocket,and threw
her piece OF money, SO much did he fear to
touch the wretched one. A police officer, who
was apparently lying in wait for the beggar
upon her, said
'Ah' have you; you're begging. Come
along, my beauty
At this the young man interferred, with some
warmth be took the arm Of the beggar, which