The weekly pioneer and Democrat. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn. Territory) 1855-1865, 1864-02-12

not love her husband"
81 don't know, women are so capri
cious; here may be one who thinks duty
goes before love, and that gratitude is
something more than a word
"Did you ever watch her eyes as she
raises them, not flashing on you, but lus.
trous and earnest, my dear fellow, there is
passion, not anything else in that glance,
my dear fellow? Your Parisians are Sc
spiritual, you think so much of the intel.
lect, that you expend wit and words suffi.
cient on the conquest of a woman to make
you professor of college, or a rival Of
Michelet Now, come from land near
er the sun; believe woman to be a
woman, with heart, senses, and brain but
brain, influenced by heart and senses, not
heart and senses to be influenced by brain.
If mistake not, Nine. Vernier has not
yet discovered her heart, and has lived on
her intellect alone, l."
You intend to achieve her conquest ;
my dear boy, you are giving yourself a
mighty difficult task so many have tried,
but no one has succeeded. Mons. Vernier
is not jealous; Mons. Vernier does not
"dCOh hiS wiz, 10 hOC 0AoCCiuS, dEu NuoT-
ty, you know, is against love; the wife of
tyrant is easily won."
'No matter, replied NJ de Lacy, pass
ing his hand through bis hair, with some
what of conceted manner, and then the
friends separated.
A few weeks later Nine Vernisr's car
riage was seen driving down one of the
untrequented alleys.Ot the Bois de B,u-
logne, and at the same time N. de Lacy 3
fine Arabian horse, that all Paris knew,
was seen galloping in the same direction.
From the carriage alighted Nine. Ver-
nier, and N. de Lacy, leaping from his
horse, was soon by her side
Paul, who happened to see this strange
conjunction of the two people, just then
most the fashion, in a certain set in Paris,
was too well bred to interrupt the meeting,
but lie went on his way, plunged in some
deep and sad reflections; if he had been
on the stage thinking aloud, he would Ger
tainly have launched forth in an invoca
ton to the frailty of woman.
The world, however, with the true La
Rnchefoucauld principle, was rather re-
joiced in the misfortune of others, rather
enjoyed the dawning of this intrigue !;
besides, Nine. Vernier's beauty and
accomplishments had really annoy ed and
incommoded many fair ladies she had
eclipsed. They now allowed that she was
beautiful, praised her, and gathered round
her since she was no longer held up as
their superior. The wings of the angel
had fallen off, and as mere mortal, she
was their equal.
Monsieur Verniers name, meantime,
was perpetua!ly in the paper. In the great
Brazilian loan; in the great ship building
enterprises. Hs was chronicled among
the visitors at Compiegne, and the papers
solemnly recorded that Monsieur Vernier
hal had private interview with the En-
peror.
Paris laughed at this, and wondered
with its usual charity that husband could
be so blind, aud thought at the same time
that he had better attend to his own affairs
rather than those of the nation and the
Emperor. But then why did man, with
his sense and knowledge of the world,
marry a young girl SO supremely beautiful
Monsieur Vernier, however, seemed
placidly and unconsciously happy. And if
the world thought that for an instant his
affairs made him neglect his wife, it was
much mistaken.
Behold him, one lovely summer morn
ing, seated in a comfortable armchair, en-
veloped in a large dressing-gown, his feet
in loose slippers. A table, on which are
the remains of breakfast, is drawn near a
large balcony, whence flight of steps
leads down into gay and perfumed flower
garden. Beyond are the Champs Elysees,
with the thick verdure of their trees making
almost forest for horizon, utterly con-
cealing the busy, feverish Paris that RACES
behind it. Nine Vernier is on the bal
cony she has in her hands q bunch of
roses she has just gathered, and her hus-
band, pretending to read q newspaper,
looks up at her over the top till his eyes
fill with tears of admiration and love
"Ah! exclaimed Juliette, looking up
at that moment, 81 see you ; have caught
you now, pretending to read and look
at me-"
With one bound she was beside him,
and, leaning over him, passed her hands
through his thick, crisp hair, in which,
however, the struggle between the gray
and black was just beginning to be manifest.
Don't put those roses so near my gray
hair and my withered face, if you please,
Madam; you are quite contrast sufficient
without these flowers"
II wish | was older" said Juliette, sit
ting on the knees of her husband, and put
ting her arm round his neck, +" l really do
wish was older -.
81 wish were younger"
"Youngerp What for2 Iwould not
have you other than what you are in any
way. love you-you as you are; if you
changed, it would NO longer be you"
"But, my angel child, / am an old man,
and you, why all Paris is raving about you.
No one, am sure, in all the brilliant 90