St. Cloud Democrat. [volume] (Saint Cloud, Stearns County, Minn.) 1858-1866, 1865-01-19
THE INTERNAL QUADRILLEs.
BY BEATRICE CoLoNNA.

III. BY BEATRICE CoLoNNA.
Do you remember that exquisite
word painting Of John Keats, poet and
martyr, where he describes fair Made.
line as, knceling before the painted
window, she repeats her evening pray
er? ....s".~ ~ j..
.'Rose tints fell on her hands together pressed,
~ Upon her silver cross soft Amethyst, - ~.
And round her head glory Ikea saints. 20:
il I thought of this as sat in the bon-
doir of the Countess de l>ois- -Ranilly,
Rue de L., Paris. Over the soft
silver paper aud hanging Of pale blue
silk, the many tinted light streamed
throus h stained glass window, and
threw II deep scarlet stain upon the
lovely hand which held out costly
carcanet for my inspection. It is
strange what trifles will suggest deep
train of thought, and, with my eyes
still fixed upon those pearly fingers, I
took the jewels in my own. and, while
turning them to the light, began to
speculate upon certain reports which |
had heard respecting the past Of this
bewitching Frenchwoman. .a.
An Englishman. fabulously rich, and
only twenty. ore, directly upon my
emancipation from the control of my
l had hurried to Paris to
add my crop to the wild oats already
sown in that tlourishine field. Carry
ing letters Of introduction to some of
the leaders in the fashionable world, l
had been specially initiated into the
mysteries Of Partisan society. One day
while lounging on the Roulevards with
the Compte de Neuilly, a light car
riage whirled rapidly by US, giving me
u glimpse Of a perfectly angelic head.
Neuilly bowed, there was flash Of
pearls against coral, rainbow like ir,-
preston Of glittering hair, and sap
pl'ircs shining out Of foam and a
cloud of dust was all that remained of
my vision. .'..":.~ .,
"Who was that p, l asked breath.
lcssly. :s-s: ss::.a@, = :
"That why that was Bois-Ramilly.
Is it possible that you do not know
l'er!' said Neuilly, actually estonish.
ed out Of his usual drawl into acute1y
<yllablcd French. ':1hcn, my dear
fellow, you are altogether out of the
fashion: and as you might as we'll bc
out Of :the>world, Twill Introduce 80"
if you desire it," "@"71
"Sothing would give nc greater
pleasure" I replied with sincerity, for
| had been long enough from England
to tire Of the predominant swarthine.y
of the French con plexion, and long,
tor the snow and fire Of the pure Saxon
blood. '-'':[ .HI'.!r} IT. ,Iz;.:rI
81 do not. understand said NeuiIly
lansuidly, caressing his moustache
with his lilac.glovcd fingers, show you
have not chanced to encounter the Bois
Ram;lly." ..'' j~'zi"92. ; <asHs.y: +
@'1s' she an actrcss?'' I eagerly io-
quired. *:~..~,., ,ao.I1 g.
d :"An actress J" and Neuilly's splen-
did eyes extended to twice their usual
size. "She is Of the purest blood in
France, 'and li"eal descendant Of the
beautiful Brinvilliers. Her ancestress
amused herself by thinning the popu-
lation by means of arsenic and strych-
nine. Bois-R -Ra,nilly simply employs
her seductive glances, her lovely hands
and arms, in fine, the whole magazine
Of her charms, engines as potent as the
potionss administered by the, famous
marchioness.J Shells as willy as SER
pent, as bewildering@ as the ,hasheesh-
dreams OF the Oricptals:1 *as1"do va
'Do you speak from experience?'''' l
inquired .1au ..5:sa ~ @"&-eFne;
't.''Yes, l was once enfangled by her,
She played with my heart forsone whole
season, to the rage and despair of a
crowd of adorers." 5i' ~, ~; = . ,%,sasrss
"Aud then?'' nj: i. :!.,.; s.5.s:.t. IL, =. =
"a 'Why then, q new star dawncd on
the horizon, and I was extinguished. :"
55,.1.'YY '..'YYou do not appear to have suffered
much )" I remarked T. Gs.:. :.o.y -. ao:' !.
!: "To tell the truth, it takes a great
deal to break a. erchman's heart 2
said Neuilly with charming, frankress.
"But there were others who did not
have the recuperative power which 1
possess: Poor EvremondIwos killed in
q duel for her sake. D'Aut,ffe blew
his brains out in his country-house at
Auteuil, and Lance Redmond, a a coun- a.
tryman Of yours proniarded himself uu-
de, her window. 'o1 ~ a,,s: ,..:.i ..... ,..,s t.
Glance Redmond! he was my FIRST
cousin, and the best fellow in the Uni