The Weekly Perrysburg journal. [volume] (Perrysburg, O. [Ohio]) 1861-1???, 1864-12-21
oAro You in love with any One,"


II am your son; that is nobility enough"
He bowed low as ho spoke, and the king
smiled at the compliment. "And tho Jews
trust me-what could do with more mon.
cyl"
"Dvt she is the prottiest woman in ny
! court"
I'm tired ofprctty womenj they are al.
ways fools"
Gould you hut sec her, YOU would be
sure TO fall In love with herr"
"I never will zee her l"answcrcd the
Count, doterminedly.
SEQ her or not, you shall marry hei!"
cried the King in rage.
"lf do, I'll marry her with my eyes
shutl' returned the Count.
The King grew purple with passioH
"Harko hey! You owe me obedience
as a subject and son. 1t is my will that
| you bestow your hand upon the Duchess de
Baliverne. The wedding shall take place
this day fortnight Submit to my will with
good grace, and will create You Duke
on your wedding day. Dare to disobey me
and ! will strip you Of your titles and the
lands you hold from mo, aud cast You into
the Baste"
Of Fraaohe Compile bhndfolded to DO mar
ried.
The King smiled grimly, but said moth.
ing,
The Count placed the ring upon the & ng.
or of his bride, but he did not saluto her
and whom the ceremony was over he turn.
ed his back upon her, took the handker.
chief from his eyes and walked deliberate
ly out of the chapel.
! Lydonie pouted her pretty lips, and was
almost ready to cry with vexation.
The King took her in charge, escorted her
to her carriage aud they were conveyed to
the hotel her husband occupied.
Here you are. my dear, said the King,
conducting her through the apartments he
had expressly furnished for her reception;
"here you are, at home"
But where's my husbaud?' asked Ly.
donie
silly boyr mrttered the King, looking
very much annoyed. "Never mind, my
dear--he is your husband; tho rest VIII
come in tiine."
"What is the use of having o husband if
he will not look at you" pouted Lydonic.
He shall look at you, Or | will send him
To the Bastle."
"Oh, no cried Lydoue, edo not force him
! TO look at me. IF he has not curiosity
enough to see what kind of wife he has
got, fm sure do not wish to oblige him to
look at me. see how it is," she continued
a sad expression stealing over her coun.
tenance. Sire you have forced the Count
INTO t, is union"
The King ooughed and looked guilty.
"0h u cried Lydouie, with anguish, she
never loved me, then--ho will never love
mel"
"Why ehould you care?"
Because love him." answered Lydcnie
innocently.
Love bim2"
"Oh. 81 dearly! That is why married
him. had lowell hin from the ruomeut
first beheld him, And now that am hi,
wife, he will not look on mel"
Lydonie burst into food of tears, and
sank upon sofa.
The King pitied her sincerely, but what
could he do? He had forced his son tc
marry her, but lie could not force him tC
love her.
He thought of the Blstile. 1t would not
make him love his with 10 send him there
well, we'll, lac said, you are his wife
| will make him u DCke, and | dtre sa}
you'll find him home before morning.
With these words the King withdrew.
Lydonie was left alone with her sorrow
But she was not one to droop long. She
soon driod her tears, and looked all til,
better for them, like arose alter shower
Her old nurse came in. and together they
inspected her new hosie. which Lydoni,
found entirely to her satisfaction,
The Count did not come home that night
A week passed by and he did not make hi
appearance. Lydone came to tho e0ncln
, sion that he never would come. She kne v
it was useless to appeal to the King. Ill
4 Md 10 "a i1ul hn la
could do nothing for her.
She determined to ascertain what he
husband was about
She dispatched trusty servant for in
teligence, and like all wives who place
spy upon their husbands movements, sh
was not at all pleased with the news sh
r received.
The Duke was plunging into all kinds o
dissipation. He was making love 10 al
the pretty daughters of the shopkeepers il
tho Rue st. Antoine.
In fact, for a neyly,marricd man, his con
duct was shameful
"To leave nae to run after such cQndiHei
exclaimed Lvdouie.
She paused suddenly. An idea had en-
tered her brain. She determined to ac
! upon it.
whilo she is meditating upon it, let u
see what the Duke was about.
One night, about eight days after Iii
marriage, the Duke, plainly attired, ant
, muill ed in cloak, roamed through tn
Faubourg St. Antoine, as was his want il
quest OF adventures. AS he turned tn
corner of one of those narrow lanes tha
. intsrseeted that quarter at that period,
piercing shrek burSt upon his ear, ming
led with suffocating cries for assistance
The Dukes sword was out in an instant
lie was brave to rashness. Without INC
ment's thought he plunged into ths lane
He beheld female struggling in the grasI
of a man.
The man fed preoipitately at lis ap
proach, and the girl sank. into his arms
convulsively excaiming:
Save me, OH save me-
The Duke sheathed his sword, and on
deayored to calm her fears. He led he
bene ith the lamp that swung at tho col
ner.
"Why, you are q perfect little beauty!
he cried, rspturously aud in surprise.
The girl cast down her eye, aud blushe
/, deeply aud the Duke felt the littls han
that rested on his arm. tremble. Bat sh
did not seem displeased.
DO you reside in P9risS"
AYES, but we have only been here
short time--we came from Bellyille--moti
er and l."
: From the country, eLi Where do yO
live. my pretty bossoml"
0 ''In the Rue ST. Helene.
"Why, that is some distance from here
!, Win you not permit ms to escort you hom'