The weekly pioneer and Democrat. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn. Territory) 1855-1865, 1865-09-01
How a Woman had her own Way.

81 shall never recover from this blow" said
N. 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.
hSd lived to know that time finds for ali con.
ISOLATION, he did not attempt to console.
Husbands have lost their wives before, l
know-wives that they loved-but remember
how Cecile and / 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, and now
but two years of happiness, two years of en-
joyment for the work of whole life. Oh, it
is frightful! Cecile, my poor Cecile-how her
eyes yearned towards me, till at last they closed
forever. o, Henri ! l can never know happi-
ness again.
Henri Augrer led him silently to his study,
and there sat down, whilst the widower paced
the room, now talking OF his dead wife, now
sobbing like child, now exhausted and weak,
throwing himself on the sofa, and lying there
in the stiffness of despair.
The laws OF France prolong but twenty.fou
hours the survivors watch over dead loved
one. Nine Coulaincourt was next morning
borne from her home, and in few hours her
husband returned to his desolate house, his
heart nearly broken, his nerves worked up to
> the highest pitch by the horrible ceremonies
he had witnessed.
MadIy and with wild shrieks he now PAGES
the room, thrusting from him all his friends,
even Henri, who had asked to be left alone
with him, was repulsed.
At last the door Of the room opens slowly,
and a lady IN deep mourning robes, her face
calm and solemn, but with red, fearful ewes.
enters the room. She had in her arms an in.
FAINT, whose long white robes formed contrast
with her mourning garments.
CoulaincOurt does not notice her. but abe
goes to him, and a. he stands beating his breast
and sobbing wildly, she holds up to him the
fair, sleeping child.
low calm voice, land the Cecile that Is gone
left her to you. a memorial of your love and
Of the two years of happiness you passed to-
gether."
NJ. Coulaincourt sank down on q sofa, gazed
on the child as it laid across his knees, and for
some moments did not speak. Then at last
extended hand to each of the friends who
watched him.
"sister." said he, Henri, for the sake 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
halr around it, was thrust in.
Eth, father mine, why are you so long y
exclaimed fresh young voice, and light
tosm bounded from the door TO the sofa where
Soulalneourt was seated.
:,Cecle? p said Coulaincourt, looking up, a
smile Of JOY beaming on his face.
lies Ies, Cecile," said the young girl. 1T
realy Is very strange cannot make you more
ooeolsst 70 your daughter, yet I am sure !
spared no pains in your education. Don't you
know that breakfast is ready ?"
mo, yes; had forgotten it. Twas think.
ing"
Thinking about what?r
"Well-'
"Now, sir, if you dare to have a Thought
YOU have not communicated to me von SaS
better look ont" A''
Indeed, have not"
LET me cross-examine you"
well"
Are your affairs in order2"
YES"
failed?"
None"
Are you prepared tomeet all your notes ?
YEA"
Have you made any bad spoculasisa."
"No."