Democrat and sentinel. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1853-1866, 1864-11-23
Selett Tale.
How a Woman had her own
Way.

81 shall never recover from this blow"
said NJ. Coulaincourt, as his friend led
him from the room in which he had been
gazing for the last time on the body of his
dead wife
Henri Augrer sighed deeply, but tho
he had lived to know that time finds for
all consolation, he did not attempt to con-
sole.
1" Husbands have lost their wives be-
fore, | know-wives that they love-but
remember how Cecile and | have loved
each other since our childhood remember
all the obstacles that separated us for
many years: remember how | toiled to
make home worthy of her, snd now but
two years happiness, two years of enjoy
ment for the work of whole life Oh
it is trightful! ID! Cecile, my poor Cecile,
how her eyes yearned towards me, till at
last they closed forever. Oh! Henri,
can never know happiness again"
Henri Augrer led him silently to his
study, and there sat by him whilst the
widower paced the room, now talking Of
has dead wife, now sobbing like child,
now exhausted and weak, throwing him
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despair
The laws of France proong but twen-
ty-lour hours the survivors, watch over a
dead one loved. Nine. Coulaincourt was
next morning borne from her home, and
in few hours her husband returns to his
deso!ated house, his heart nearly broken,
his nerves worked up 10 the highest pitch
by the horrible ceremonies he has WIT
messed.
Madly and with wild shrieks he now
PAGES the room, thrusting from him all his
friends even Henri, who has asked to be
left alone with him, is repulsed
At last the door of the room opens
slowly, and IL lady i'll deep mourning robes,
her face calm and solemn, but with red.
fearful eyes, enters the room. She has in
her arms al infant, whose long white
robes form contrast with her mourning
garments,
Coulaincourt does not roticc her, but
she goes mp to him, and as he stands
heating his breast and sobbing wildly, she
holds up to him the fair, sleeping child
- She Is another Cecile,' said the lady
in low, calm voice; and the Cecile
that is gone left her 10 you, memorial Of
your love and Of the two years Of happi-
ness you have passed together"
NJ Coulaincourt sunk down or sofa,
gazed N the child as it was laid across
his knees, and for some moments spoke
not. Then at last, extending hand to
each of the friends who watched him
Sister" sail he" Henri, for the
aake of the child, will try to live"
Seventeen years after this, the door of
this same room was opened, and young,
bright, beautiful face, with shining braids
Of chestnut hair around it, was thrust in.
''Eh7 Father mine, why are you so
longl' exclaimed fresh young voice,
and q light form bounded from the door
to the sofa where Coulaincourt was seat
ed.
"Cecile !" said Coulaincourt, looking
up, smile Of joy beaming on his face.
Z" Yes, Cecile," said the young girl.
1t really is very strange l canrot make
YOU more obedient to your daughter,
yet I'm sure | spared no pains in your
education Don't you know that break
fast is ready 2"
* No, yes; had forgotten it. was
thinking"
Thinking about what %
"Well-"
"Now, sir, if you dare to have
thought you have not communicated to
me, you had better look out
" "Indced, have not"
"Let me cross-examine you"
"Weu"
" Are your affairs in order9''
"Yes"
Has no house where you had money
failed %
"None."
care you prepared TO meet all your
notes ?'
eyes"
"Havc you made any bad specuia-
| ton ?''
| "No"
" Are you not satisfied with Adrian :"
's 'sAbsurd You know Adrian is de-
voted to me, heart and soul"
"WeIl, then, what were you thinking
about ?"
| 90 You"
Me-about me And you dare to
| look serious, almost sad, when you are
| thinking of met This is worse than
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