Bradford reporter. [volume] (Towanda, Pa.) 1844-1884, 1862-06-12

rene, ana she has accepted YOU" said be
gravely.
Doubtless" sneered the young scapegrace,
her taste is excellent, and how could she re-
fuse me Perhaps it would have been as well
to have consulted my inclinations 10 this mat.
ter. do not wish to marry"
Are you in love with any one =
"NoW
Then love my Duchess. She Is noble,
wealthy
/ am tired Of pretty women, they are al-
ways FOOLS
Gould you but see her, you would be sure
TO fall iu love with her."
| never will see her, answered the Count
deterninedly
See her or not you shall marry her." cried
the King 10 rage.
IF do I'll marry her with my eyes shut"
returned the Count
The King grew purple with passion.
Harkye boy You owe me obedience as
subject and as son. 1t is my will that you
bestow your hand upon the Duchess de Bal
vereue. The wedding shall take place this
day fortnight. Submit 10 my will with q
good grace, and | will create you Duke on
your wedding day. Dare to disobey me, and
! will strip you of your title, and the lands
| yon hold from me, and cast you Into the Bas.
| tile R"
This was what had brought the Count Of
Franche Compe badfoIded to be married.
The King smiled gimly, but said nothing.
| The Count placed the ring upon the finger
| of his bride, but he did no. salute her, aud
back upon her, took the handkerchief from
i Il i. Of ha
chapple.
Lydonie pouted her pretty lips. and was al
most ready 10 cry with vexation.
| The King took her ia charge. escorted her
to her carriage and they were conveyed to the
hotel her husband occupied.
| Here you are. my DEAR" said the King,
conduct ng her through the apartments he had
| expressly furnished for her reception " here
/ you are, at home"
But where's INV hnsband7" asked LydoLie
Silly boyl' IN, ttered the King looking very
| much annoyed Never MUD, any dear, he is
your husband ; the rest will come in time"
| What is the use ofhaviug husband if he
will hot look at you 7" pouted Lydouie.
He shall look at you. or I'lI send him TO
the BaStiIe"
"Oh, no." cried Lydonie, " do not force
| him to lock at me. If he has not curl osty
enough TO see what kiud of wife he has, rn
sure do not wish to oblige him to look ut
me- see how it is" he continued, sad ex-
preston stealing over her couuteuance. Sire,
You have forced the Count into this union"
The King caughed and looked guilty.
Oh" cried Lydouie, with anguish, he
never loved me- lheu-he will never love lnev'
! Why should you cara z"
Because l love hin, answered Lydoue
| nnocentv.
Love him 2
"Oh, SO dearly; that is why married him.
had loved him from the moment first be-
| held him. And now am bis wife, he will
not took at me-"
Lydonie burst into food of tears, and sank
upon sofa.
| The King pitied her sincerely but what
| could he DO? He had forced him TO marry
| her, but he could not force him to love her.
He thought of the BastIe 1t would not
make him love his wife to send him there.
| Well. WE'LL" he said, you are bis wife
| will make him Duke, aud dare say you'll
| 6nd him home before morning"
| With these words the King withdrew.
| Lydone was lett alone with her sorrow
But she was not to droop long She soon
dried her tears, and looked all the better for
| them like rose after shower
| Her old nurse came iH,aud together they in
| spected her uew home, which Lydonie found
| entirely to her satisfaction.
The Count did not come home that night.
a weak passed by aud be did not make
his appearance Lydonie cane to the conclu-
sion he never would come.
She knew it was useless to appeal to the
King He had made Fraache Compte q
Duke, but he could do nothing for her.
She determined to ascertain what her hus-
band was about.
She dispatched trusty servant for inteili-
gence aud, Ike all wives who place spy upon
their husbands movements, she was not at all
pleased with the news she received
The Dake was plunging into all kinds of
di> >sipation He was making love to all the
pretty daughters of the shopkeepers in the
| Roe ST. Antoine.
In fact, for newly-marred man, his con.
duct was shameful.
so leave me TO run after such eanaille"
exclaimed Lydouie.
She paused suddenly. An idea had enter.
ed her brain. She determined to act upon it.
While she is meditating upon it, le. US see
what the Duke is about.
| One night. aboat eight days after bis mar
riage. the Duke, plainly attired and mufled in
a cloak, reamed through the Faubourg St.
Antonie, as was his went, in guest OF adven-
tures.
| As be tHrned the corner of one Of those mar
row lanes that interSec,ed that quarter at that
period. a piercing shrek bHrst upon his ear,
mingled with sufocating cries for assistance.
the Dukes sword was out in on instant -
He was brave to rashness. Without a mo-
ment's thought he plunged into the lane.
He beheld female struggling in the grasp