Sioux City register. [volume] (Sioux City, Iowa) 1858-1871, 1863-11-14
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DR.. Max Sabatier, one Of the greatest
Partisan physicians, being on visit at
Montpelier, was invited by :he eminent
physicians Of that city to visit singular
case in the hospital attached to the prison
OF that city The case was one which puz-
z'ed the science of Montpelier, and DR..
Max Sabatier after listening with grea,
interest to all details, made a few lucid
suggestions, of much importance to sci.
ence. but very little to the patient, whom
all concluded must die. As Dr. Max Sa.
batter turned away from this patient, he
glanced at the next bed ard stood for o
moment transhxed at the extraordinary
beauty Of the patient, whose lovely head,
surrounded by cloud Of fair hair, lay in
calm repose on the pillow. He asked no
questions concerning this woman, whom
he knew; from the fact Of her being there,
to be guilty of crime; but, as he aazed.
he wondered to himself how "a face could
be so beautiful, yet bear en- lis iucaments
the traces of bad passions, low and grow.
cling instincts But the Doctor soon for.
got this mptession, though, as he passed
along, he read on the slate over the bed
the name and age Of The beautiful culyrit.
and noted them down in his poke, book.
Some years afterwards u woman of about
forty years of age, plainly dressed, and
two Young girls, whose youth and beauty
dehed the absence of all ornament or
fashion IN their dress, sat at work urdcr
the light of u shaded lamp. Nine Du-
eanteile, the mother, was nendlng stock.
'ngs, and Il whole pile Of household linen
by her side showed her thrift and her pov.
erty. Her daughters were bending over
delicate and intricate embroideries, not in
keeping with the simplicity around and
evidently intended to increase the resour.
ces of the family by the prices received
for them.
1t was winter night, cold and raw;
there was but a scanty fire on the hearth
the room was poorly turni>hed exceptiuy
under the feet of the mother. there was no
carpet on the stone floor.
" Ny father is late to night,' said Laure,
the eldest daughter, looking up from her
work; am afraid to put more wood on
the fire, Tor fear it should be blazing when
he comes, and he should scod U.s.
" Not Us, Laurel said Suzanne, but
our mother; she always takes the blame
of every thing"
Il cannot think where my father STAYS
so very late almost every night; now IN
sure, II he works ali the time, he Gu ght to
be making tortune.'
IL wish he woud,' said I.aure "I'm
tired Ct working at these enbroideries,
that ruin the eyes,
Gu would rather wear them YOUR.
sell, sad Suzanne, laughing.
40 ike everything that is beautiful.
but | don't care about dress. | have nv
dream Of happiness"
- Let US see vha, it Isl
I" y small farm house, beautiful room
locking out INFO flower garden for my
mother; peace, content, and love around
me.
added to which, an agreeable, hand
some husband, eb? Very like some one
| know
"Childrcn, children, said Nine. Ducan.
telIe, do not talk in this strain. Nv
darlIngs, when you We're born, wha. dreams
had | not Tor the future Often, as
watched over your cradles, have pictured
to myself the time when you would be
marrled-when | should 70 from one
home to the other amid my ndchildren;
but | am older now life has given me ali
it has TO give-ao brilliant lot, and know
that my dreams were dreams indeed Nv
darlings, your father has worked hard.
but never has he realized more than
enough to keep us all. This has soured
him. perhaps he was not always what he
is now, and it is my duty to show you the
reality of your position. You are beauti
inl, you are good children industrious,
Pious, gentle; but, daring., | will not
mislead you, With all these qualities Won
are never likel y TO be married, Yes. nv
children, you must prepare to renounce
the happiest lot Of woman. You have no
fortune, and you know that in Paris, with.
out fortune, no woman ever marries. i'll
could be always with you, my darlings!
but often, through the long nights, think
nt the sol tary years before you when
shall be gone from you, and your lives
will be one weary monotony Of toll aud
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"Yet,' said Suzanne, ave are taught
each day to have contempt for riches''
Neither mother nor sister answered,
and nothing was heard but the cracking
Of the dying cmbers and the nose Of three
active needles.
Meantime, where was Monsieur Ducan-
telle? In one of the most luxurious and
sumptuous apartments Of the Roe de
Breda is woman of about twenty. FIVE
She is singularly beautiful; her eyes are
blue; her complexion Of most delicate,
pinky white; but, instead Of the fair hair
which would harmonic with her features.
heavy braids of jet black hair are parted
on her fair forehead, whilst the arch Of
the eyebrow is penciled in the darkest
tint. The peculiarly Of her beauty had
given Madelon Tropez great celebriety.