The Hancock Jeffersonian. [volume] (Findlay, Ohio) 1857-1870, 1862-05-16

guton, me never loved me, then-
be will never love mel"
"Why should you csfe?"
"Because love him." answered
Lydonie, innocently.
"Love hint"
"Oh, 90 dearly, that is why mar
ried him. ! loved him from the
moment ! frat bebeld him. And
now | am his wife, he will not look
at me-"
Lydonie burst into Q food oi
tears, and sank upon Q sofa.
The King pitied her sincerely,
but what could he do2 lie had
forced bis son to marry her but he
could not force him to love her.
He thought of the Bsstile. 1t
would not make him love his wife
to send him there.
swell. wsll," he said, "you are
bis wife. will make him a duke,
and l dare say. you'll find him home
II the morning
! With these words the King with
drew.
Lydonie was left alone with her
sorrow, but she was not one to droop
long. She soon dried her tears
and looked sll the better for them,
like Q rose after q shower.
Her nurse came in, and together
they inspected her new home, which
Lydonie found entirely TO her salts
faction.
The Count did not come home
that night.
A week passed BY and he did not
make his appearance. Lydonie
came to the conclusion that be nev.
er would come.
She knew il would be useless to
appeal to the King. He had made
France Compte q duke, but he could
do nothing for her.
She determined to ascertain what
her husband was about.
She despatched q trusty servant
for intelligence, and. like all wives
who place a spy upon their nus.
bands movements. she was not at
sll pleased with the news she re.
ceived.
The Duke was plunging into oil
kinds OF dissipation. He was
making love to ell the pretty dsugh.
ters Of tho shopkeepers 10 the Rue
St. Antonio.
In fact for Q newly married man; ;
bis conduct was shameful.
ITO leave me to run after such
canailie!" exclaimed Lydonie.
She paused suddenly. An idea
had entered her brain. She deter
mined to act upon it.
While she 10 meditsting upon il,
let rs see what the Duke is about.
One night about eight days after
bis marriage. the Duke plainly al
tired and muffled in a CLOAK, roam.
ed through the Faubourg St. An.
tome, a. Was his wont, in quest OF
adventures.
As he turned the corner Of one Of
those narrow lanes that intersected
the quarter at that period, q piercing
shriek burst upon his ear, mingled
with suffocsting cries for assistance.
The Dukes sword was ont in an
instant. He was brave to rsshness
Without q moments thought, he
plunged into the lane.
He beheld . female struggling in
the grasp OF man.
! The man fed precipitately at hi,
appearance, and the girl sank into
his arms convulsively exclsiming:
"Save me. oh. save mei''
| The Duke shesthed bis swofS
and endeavored to calm her feart
lie led her beneath the lamp tna
swung at the corner.
"Why you are q perfect little
bsautyl" he cried rspturously, and
with surprise.
i The girl cast down her eyes anG
blushed deeply. and the Duke fell
the little hand that rested cpon biz
arm tremble. But she did not seen
displeased.
"Do you reside 10 Paris?"
Yes; but we have only been her,
a short time-we came from Bell
ville-mother and l."
"From the country, ebf Wher,
j do you live my pretty blossom2
TN the Rue st. Helene"
"Why, that is some distanc,
{ from here. Will you not permit m,
to escort you home? These street.
are dangerous, as you have found
to one as beautiful as you sre."
/, 81 would very much like to hav,
you see me home il"
She paused and appeared confus
|, ed.
|, III wha.?" asked the Duke eager
ly.
"lfyou would only be so good
q as to promise not toto try-to-
: kiss me agsin-if you please sir,
= replied the girl innocsntly.
The Duke was charmed. Their
was Q simplicity, . freshness abou
this young girl which pleased him
81 give you my word as Q gen,l,
= man." he said frankly, "that no Q,
tion ofmine shall displesse you,
you accept my escort"
l.. She Game to his side, and took b
~ arm with confidence.