The weekly pioneer and Democrat. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn. Territory) 1855-1865, 1864-11-18
n" From MartiniqueG Admit him in

SANITY"
In another moment the door opened and
young man who seemed to have out
grown his strength, so tall was he and SO
slight, entered the room. Gabrielle gaZed
at him for an instant and then coldly in
formed him that she was Madame Melcourt
what was it he desired2
The gentleman had not inspired her
with any confidence or sympathy; he had
a very small head, with mass of straight,
black hair, features that were regular
without expression, with dull, sleepy eyes,
that wandered about with a sort of ap-
pealing, helpless, vacant gaze.
"My dear cousin" said the gentleman,
with low giggle, "dont you know me !?
ain Charles"
"Charles?" Here Gabrielle fell on her
knees before him and burst into tears while
she sobbed ont these words:
ooh! Charles, Charles, forgive mel"
Charles looked exceedingly embarrassed,
then murmured,
"What for?"
81 have been faithful
ITO whon1s To what Pr g.
ITO your loye!" 80
"Our love? why, cousin, don't re-
member, am sure /"
+" am married."
married? Oh! I'm so glad so am. "
At these words Gabrielle rose, dried her
tears, and calmly asked her cousin to sit
down.
cob! cousin, l hope you ara happy !;
I'm in such a scrape! I'm married too"
cob! indeed" exclaimed Gabrielle,
blessing her stars that she was married,
too, and was spared the humiliation of be-
ing forsaken
Yes, and ran away from Martinique,
for my father was offended, snd--but my
wife is in the carriage below. Will you
see her?"
"And take her to my heart. Oh (.
Charles, l will be sister to her."
Charles rushed from the room, whilst
Gabrielle, throwing herself into chair,
heaved a deep sigh, as of relief. ex-
claiming:
81 am free; can love him now
at this moment Charles returned, his
wife on his arm. Gabrielle rushed to-
wards him, but as she got near to her cou.
sin she started back; she was the color of
q very light lemon, that not even the Email
de Paris could make white, and though
she was beautiful, it WAS evident at the
first glance that there was blood of another
race in her veins.
DO you, too, draw back? I thought
there WAS no prejudice in France -
"No! no! welcome your wife. and
offer her sisters love! :" exclaimed Ga
brielle, holding out her hand to the yell
low girl, }" and saying to herself "She will
never know how welcome she is! "
Gabrielle, who was all powerful, made
NJ. Melcourt welcome his nephew, and in
stal his bride in an apartment in his man
sion, promising to be the medium of re-
Cancellation with his father in Martinique.
When on the night of this arrival Jules
and Gabrielle were alone, ne sat down be-
side her, putting his arm round her, drew
her towards him.
Gabrielle" said he, "the idol of Jour
fancy is returned-poor Gabrielle"
How dare you pity me. Oh! Jules,
how could | ever have been such fool"
"No, such a baby. All young girls
pass through the same process, only they
don't always find Jules who knows how
to distinguish between the heart and the
imagination"
81 am afraid to SAY, my darling hus-
band, that love you for
''You fancy you have loved your cousin
You never have; the imagination is de-
veloped before the heart, but the dreams
of imagination are easily dissipated, the
heart has for its advocates, sense, feeling,
the understanding, passion, this forms
love-
''And this is what feel for you. And
have felt for long time; come, never
hide your head, but give me long wifely
kiss, and then let us plan together how
We are to make Partisan society accept
your straw colored cousin"
"We can never do that"
Yes, We can we will invent Il roman-
tic history for her, and make her the he
rOine"
"Nonsense!"
"No. Imagination"