Litchfield enquirer., 1862-05-22

l Here you are, my dear,' said the King, COY ducting her through the apartments he had e1 pressly furnished for her reception here 70 are, at home' --S't.
 But where's my husband p asked the fair L, donie. u, aez 5sa4Ers-
 Silly boy! mutterred the King, looking yer much annoyed. Never mind, my dear, he your husband; the rest will come in time.'
 What is the use of having husband if h will not look at you?' pouted Lydonie. He shall look at you, or I'll send him to tn Bastile.'
 'Ob, no, cried Lydenie, do not force him t look at me. If he has not curiosity enough t see what kind of wife he has I'm sure do no wish him to look at me. l see how it is,' sh, continued, a sad expression stealing over he countenance. Sire, you have forced the Coun into this unlonF
 The King eoughed and looked guilty. 'Oh! cried Lydonie with anguish, he neve loved me, then-he will never love me- 'Why should you care? ? Because love him. answered Lydonie, in nocently. "' Love him?' 4sss- .E 'Oh, so dearly; that is why married him. | had loved him from the moment first behele him. And now l am his wife, he will not lool 1 at me-
 Lydonie burst into flood of tears, and sanl upon the sofa.
 The King pitied her sincerely, but what coult he do? He had forcep his son to marry her, bu he could not force him to love her. He thought ofthe Bastile. It would not make him love his wife to send him there. Well, we'll, he said, you are his wife, will Ia him a duLo on6 dora vou ,uil1 6pc him home before morning.
 With these words the King withdrew.
 Lydonie was left alone with her sorrow. But she was not one to droop long, She soon dried her tears, and looked all the better for them, lk a rose after a shower.
 Her old nurse came in, and together they in. spected her new home, which Lydonie found en. tirely to her satisfaction.
 The Count did not come home that night.
 A week passed by and he did not make his ap pearance. Lydonie came to the conclusion that he would never come.
 She knew it was useless to appeal to the King. He had made Franche Compte Duke but he could do nothing for her.
 She determined to ascertain what her husband was about.
 She despatched trusty servant for intelli gence, and like all wives who place spy upon tnclT HuSDanu UOVvmcHtS1 sue Was nOt 6L all pleased with the news she received.
 The Duke was plunging into all kinds of dis sipation. He was making love to all the pretty daughters of the shopkeepers in the Rue St. An toine.
 In fact for a newly married man, his conduct was shameful.
 To leave me to run after such canaihe! ex. claimed Lydonie.
 She paused suddenly. An idea had entered her brain. She determined to act upon it.
 While she is meditating upon it, let Us sec what the Duke is about.
 On, night about eight days after the maria ye the Duke plainly attired and mufh,d in a cloak, roamed through the Faubourg St. Antoine, as was his wont, in quest of adventures.
 As he turned the corner of one of those narrow lanes that intersccted that quarter at that period piercing shriek burst upon his ear, mingled with suffocating cries for assistance.
 The Dukes sword was out in all instant He WIS brave te rashness. Without moments thought he plunged into the lane.
 He beheld a female struggling in the grasp of a man.
 The man fled precip,tately at the approach, and the girl sank into his arms, convulsively ex. claiming :-
 Save me, oh, save me!'
  to calm her fears.
 He led her beneath the lamp that swung at the corner.
 Why, you are perfect little beauty he cried rapturously, and in surprise.
 The girl cast down her eyes and blushed deep ly, and the Duke felt the little hand that rested upon his arm tremble. But she did not seem displeased.
 Do you reside in Paris?
 Yes but we have only been short time we came from Bellville-mother and l.
 From the country, eh? Where do you live, my pretty blossom?'
 In the Rue St. Helene.'
 Why that is some distance from here. Will you not permit me to escort you home. These streets are dangerous, as you have found, to one as beautiful as you are.'
 I would very much like to have you see me home-if-'
 She paused and appeared confused.
 If what ? asked the Duke, eagerly.
 If you would only be so good-as to promise sir replied the girl, innocently. e.
 The Duke was charmed. There was a sim plicity, freshness about this young girl which pleased him.
 T give you my word as gentleman he said frankly, that no action of mine shall displease you, if you accept my escort
 She came to his side and took his arm with confidence. .s-.. I am not afraid of you she said, with sweet simplicity, know you are too good to injure me- f-- rs-TE f.- a.-s
 The Duke blushed for the first time in he could not remember how many years-he knew he was receiving better character than he de served. tag3 4r.,. --a.o@
 What is your name he asked. as they pro- ceeded on their way.
 Bergeronette,' she replied. s-+
 What pretty name! And 50 you live here in Paris, all alone with your mother Yes .......- , 5...-
 I dare say you have plenty of sweet-hearts ? ~' No, haven't one.'
 What, no one that loves your r None,' replied Bergeronette sadly. Would you not like sweet heartf' Perhaps You must be particular in your choice, 0, you would have hsd sweetheart before now What kind of one would you like now \ asr,sa
 Those sparkling gray eyes were lifted to his for moment
 II would like one, if you please, ike-like- Like YoU.' s-..-s.
 .Phswp thought the Duke, I am getting on here.s Now, is this cunning, or is it simplic.
 They walked on some time in silence.
 Bergeronette checked the Duke before . lit tie cottage, with garden in front. There va. a wicket gate leading into the garden. 4s Here is where live,' she said.