The Democratic press. (Eaton, Preble County, Ohio) 1860-1865, 1862-09-18

\ I6fan6ie ientsplendor. Sleeping thus,
this 81 ast Of men, III this decay
ing grandeur, the door turns softly
upon its hinges ; q shaded lamp
flares a Concentrated ray Of light
upon the sleeper's features; then q
face follows, bends earnestly a mo-
ment over the sleeper's face;; dark,
serious eyes take in at one swift
glance the silent mockery, the re-
proach which lies in these careful
ly-prcscrved relics ofan inheritance
of rank and pomp, while one of
Gods creatures, less precious than
these decaying garments, flies from
his kind, through 10 fault, but for
his guiltlcss birth. She perceives
all this in that one swift glance !;
then a touch upon the reclining
figure, low cali; 'Malino! Mali
no? and Malino springs up after
his two hours sleep, alert and rea-
dy for action. 7 r
Giving him the clothing she car
ries-a complete suit-she returns
again to the dressing. room, locked
from intrusion, and awaits him.
One, two, three minutes pass
there comes soft knock upon the
door; opening it, there enters a
SeW de charitc, with lowered head
and timid footsteps. An eager,
rapid greeting; an eager, rapid talk
follows. s1g an- ,Hi u
You are sure? Yes? Only in
French, you remember. How for
[tunate that you speak it so we'll!
You heard scarcely any thing else
since you were born, 1 know
Monsieur hates Anglais. But this
letter-deliver it Immediately after
your arrival at the fort
This, and more, in the same low
key of terse earnestness, and all in
swiftly uttered French then the
door opens, and Clotilde is left
alone-the sGur de charite passes
out, and away into the night, on
some errand Of healing, of mercy.
This sGur, dc charite passes out on
an errand Of life or death.
Clotilde, left alone, waits, listen
ing with eager eye, with blanched
cheek. The sound for which she
listens comes at length-a boats
departing whistle. At the same
time on the boat decks dimmest
comer the SGr de charite, with
lowered head, watches the slow
departure from land. Presently
the wheel plays rapidly = they
shoot down the stream-the ftgi-
tive is OH his way--for uhder the
black conventual cloak, the droop-
| ing bonnet of the sour de charlie,
Malino's heart beats rapidly.
The flute, violin, bassoon,' be-
gan playing the lovely 'Rhein
Klange,' and down the room came
Fastening Mr.. Ralston to claim his
walz with Mademoselle.
She putt her hand over his arm.
J 'Don't let us Dance she said, in
a sad, simple way, which Mr.. Raj
ston had the grace to understand. !
Was she tired 2 -. .... |
NO. half smiling, she believed
| She was only a little triSte. 'Was
he disappointed not to dance?' In
mo, he only wished to please
her. ....
The voice and manner were quite
grave and free from gallantry. Mr..
Ralston was not gallant man.
Quite grave and free from gallant
Try, but very earnest and thought
ful /; so that Clotilde blushed at
some indefnable feeling, partly
fear, partly satisfaction, as she
spoke. And in silence they walk
ed down the room, and approached.
at Clotilde's guidance, a party Of
four, talking. The circle opened
at the approach. The gentlemen
bowed smiling, but the talking
went on. te, r.e. 7 ron.
when did you say, LegrandeT
1.-TWO weeks ago, and not a clue
yet, though 1 have instituted every
possible search and inquiry. lie
must have ucrossed the river and
come down here to New Orleans,
and escaped on one of the boats
Helped off, probably, by some of
our Union traitors : and the gen.
tleman. with difficulty seemed tol