Litchfield enquirer., 1862-05-22

 You will have forgotten me by tomorrow
 T shall never forget you"
 T have heard mX mother say the men always protest more than they mean
 Your mother is-' the Duke paused, and bit his lip. g a~ .~5. f4>. leg ttz
 What is she 1? asked Bergeronette archly.- As sure as the morrow comes, so will l.
 Come. Good night
 She turned from him, and was about to enter the garden.
 Bergeronette,' he said quickly, one kiss be- fore go. Surely my forbearance deserves it. | She made no answer, but she inclined her head gently towards him. For a moment she fingered in his arms, and then tore herself from his em- brace and passed quickly through the gate. The Duke determined to follow her. When he placed his hand against the gate he found it securely fastened. Bergeronette bad prudently locked it after her. 1 So the Duke went to his lodgings-he had taken bachelor apartments on his wedding day to dream of Bergeronette. ..---.
 The next day he went to the cottage in Rue St. Helene. 1 He was received by Bergeronette timidly, and introduced by her to her mother, fine, matron- ly dame. who sat spinning in the corner, and al- lowed the young couple to rove about the gar den at will.
 The Duke thought she was very sensible old 1 woman.
 The Duke departed, at the end of three hours, more in love than ever.
 He came every day for fortnight, and every day he pressed his suit. But there was only one way in which Bergeronette could be won-an honorable marriage.
 The Duke was in despair, and at his wits end. He had stormy scene with the King, who now threatened to send him to the Bastile if he did not return to the Duchess So he came to Der geronette, on the fourteenth day, to maks final effort to obtain her. They were alone together in the garden.
 Hear me- Bergeronette,' he cried, when he had exhausted every argument, and found her still firm, . swear to you were free, this in- stant would wed you. l will confess all to you. have told you that am Duke, but not my title. Now you shall know all. am the Duke de Franche Compte, and-I ana already mar riedr
 Ma,ried ? echoed Bergeronette with smoth- cred scream.
 was forced into this union by the Kings command. l do not love my wife. l have nev- CT seen her face. 1 left her at the altar's foot, and we have never met since. She possesses my title, but you alone possess my heart. Fly with me. In some distant land we may dwell in happiness, blessed with each others society. Time may remove the obstacle to our union, death may befriend us, divorce may be obtain cd, and then I swear to you by every saint in Heaven, you shall become my Duchess 1!
 Were you free, would you really make me your wife? ?
 T have pledged you my word.'
 I believe you
 You will fly with me-
 I wil.'
 Dear Louis,' she murmured, for so had he taught her to call him, I also have something to impart to you. My name is not Bergeronette, and am not what you take me to be- What do you mean?
 T have title equal to your own.' Then this old woman?'
 Is not mother, but my nurse.'
 And the man who assaulted you?
 Was my lackey instructed for the purpose
 The Duke looked bewdered.
 And like you,' she continued, I am-AAR- RIED.'
 m cut your husbands throat exclaimed tle Duke wildly.
 T don think you will when you know himH
 Who is he then, and who are you?
 liam Lytlonie, Dutchess de FTanche Compte, c aad you are he.'
 The Duke was thunderstruck.
 Lydonie knelt at his feet.
 Forgive me for this plot she pleaded it was to gain your love. If it has succeeded, l am happy-if it has failed, with my own lips will sue to the King for our divorce.'
 'Up-up to my heart, ,-cried the Duke, joy fully, as he caught her in his arms; you have insured our mutual happiness. An, none are so blind as those who will not see. Little did l think when stood blndfolded by your side at the altar that was rejecting such a treasure.
 They passed their honeymoon in the little cot tage, and the Duke was not sent to the Bastile.