The Emporia news. [volume] (Emporia, Kan.) 1859-1881, 1862-05-31
THE GROWN OF A HUNDRED SOUS.

last IN escaping from his friends and leav
ing the ball room, when he assembled the
stairs, upon one of the landing places of
which a waiting maid met him and told him
to enter.
The new husband raped lightly upon the
door, and threw himself at the feet of wo-
man, who was waiting for him, seated near
the FIRE, in an elegant night dress, such as
a rich widow might be expected to wear
whose desires had been satisfied by new
marriage.
'.Rise, my friend" said she to her spouse,
giving her hand.
mo, no, madam" replied the young
man, Selling upon white hand which he
clasped between his own, and carried to his
lips. 'tNo, leave me at your feet, and do
not withdraw your hand. for fear lest you
escape me; fear that all this is only ilIu-
sion; it seems to me that I am the hero of
one whose fairy tales used to hear when a
child, and that at the very moment of be-
ing happy, the malicious fairy is going to
fly away, to laugh with her companions at
my sorrow and despair"
Be assured my friend, that yesterday l
was Lord Mellville's widow; and now, sir,
I am Madam de la Tour, your wife. Dis
fairy. The tale is but a fable.''
M. Frederic de la Tour had some reason
to suspect that superior genius interfered
with his affairs, for, within the last month,
either chance or inexplicable good fortune
had rendered him rich and happy beyond
his desires. His age was 25; he was an or
phan and barely lived upon an employment
in which he was engaged, when passing one
day through the street Saint Honore, splen-
did coach stopped near him and an ell
egantly dressed lady leaned over the carriage
door and called out to him, though not By
name.
The driver descended, let down the foot
board, and hat in hand, respectfully invited
NJ. Frederic to be seated by the side of this
woman. glittering with jewels. The coach
man then drove off.
''Sir," said the lady, who had thus taken
him up, with a sweet voice, sc have re-
ceived your letter, but notwithstanding your
refusal hope yet to see you tomorrow al
my evening party"
"Me, madam 90 replied Frederic.
eyes, sir, you-Ah I beg your par
don, >" cried the lady with surprise, 81 beg
your pardon, sir, but you so much resemble q
person of my acquaintance that took you
for him. All, sir, excuse-.What must
you think ? Indeed the resemblance is sc
striking that any one in the world you'd be
deceived as have BEEN"
Before this explanation was ended, the
coach stopped in the court of a superb man
sion, and NJ. Frederic could not but offel
his hand to Lady Melville. Frederic, daz
zled by so much grace, was easily subjuga
ted. He congratulated himself upon the
happy chance which gave rise to his &C
quaintance with Lady Melville; he accept
ed her invitation, and in few days became
one of her most frequent visitors. The rict
widow was surrounded by admirers; blu
they dropped off one by one, and thing
were so arranged before week had rolled
by, that the little clerk had made the wild
owls house his home. Marriage was agreel
upon, but it was she who first proposed it
| Frederic would sometimes place him sci
in the morning before his little glass, ant
consider himself with some attention. HI
was not ugly, neither was handsome. Hi
dress moderate, as must be that of a clerl
with a salary of eight hundred francs, die
not permit him to attribute his good fortune
to his tailor. He was forced to the conclu
sion that he was loved for himself, or els,
that Lady Melville was fascinated. Wher
the marriage was settled, when the future
spouse was before the notary, his astonish
ment was redoubled. They declared his
property to be over a million. He owned
according to the contract, farm in Nor
mandy, house in Paris, in the street Sain
Honore, and other real estate which he haC
never before heard mentioned. The widow
was rich in foreign wealths. She had farmt
in Wales and pastures in Devonshire. Al
was to Frederic golden dream, and ht
longed TO awake from it. The mayor and
the curate came to sanction the union, bu
neither the marriage solemnity nor the Law
was able to dispel his doubts, and be did no
leave his Wife's feet, but grasped in his hanc
the embroidered muslin of her night dress
| through fear that the dream would vanish
"Rise, Frederic" said his wife again
''come to this arm chair of mine, and let u:
converse"
The young man at last obeyed, though
vet unwilling to release his hold of his wife's
hand, and Madam de Ia Tour commenced
as follows:
"There was once on a time"
"There,' cried Frederic, $50 l was mo-
deceived. 1t is in truth fairy tale"
"Listen to me, my friend. There was once
on time young girl, born of parents who
had formerly been wealthy, but who
when fifteen years of age, had to subsis
upon the industry of her father. They re-
sided IN Lyons, but some hopes of better
fortune brought them to Paris. Nothing is
so difficult as to recover lost fortune or tc
regain lost rank. This young girl found
it so; for four years she struggled with mis-
cry without being able to vauquish it. II
the meantime her father sickened, and dice
in the hospital.
The mother soon followed the husband
ah5 ia ,o,nor ,r;rI wae left a1oDe In fI,s at