The Tiffin weekly tribune. (Tiffin, Ohio) 1859-1868, 1865-12-07
3 Short Staru.
How q Woman had Her own Way.

henrI AugrCr sighed deeply,
but though hc had lived to know
that time finds for all consolation,
he did not attempt to console.
" Husbands have lost their wives
before, knuw--wivos that they
.ovc--but remember how Cccile
aud | lave loved each other since
our childhood remember all the
obstacles that separated us for ma
my years remember how toilcd
to make homo worthy of her, and
now but two years of happiness,
two years of enjoyment for tho
work of u whole life. Oil it is
trightiul! Cccile, my poor CeciiC,
how her eyes ycarncd toward me,
till at last they closed forever
Oh ! Henri, can never know hap
ipincss again"
Henri Augrcr led him silently to
his study, and there eat 10y him
whilst the widowcr paced the room,
now talking to his dead wito--now
sobbing like n child--now cXhaus-
ted and weak, owing himself on
the sofa, and lying in the stiffness
of despair.
The laws of Franco prolong but
twenty-tour hours for the survivors
watch over n dead one loved
Nine. Coulincourt, was next NOR.
ming borne from her home, and in
a few hours her husband returns to
his desola,ed house-his heart al
most broken-his nerves worked
up to the highest pitch by the hor.
rible ceremonies he has witnessed.
Madly, and witt, wild shtieks he
now PAGES the room, thrusting
from him all his friends even
Henri, who has asked to be left
alone with him, is r0pulsed.
At last the door of tho room
opens slowly, and n lady in deep
mourning robes, her face calm and
solemn, but with rcd, fearful eyes,
enters the room. Sho has in her
arms an infant, whose long, white
robes torm n contrast with her
mourning garments.
Coulincourt does not notice her,
but she goes up to him, and rs he
stands beating his breast and sob
bing wildly she Lo'ds up to him the
fair, sleeping child.
"She is another Cocile," said
the lady in a low, calm voice /;
"and the Cecile that is gone, left
her to you--a memorial of your
love and the two years of happi
ness you passed together"
M. Coulaincourt sunk down on q
sofa, gazed on the child as it was.
laid across his knees, and for some
moments spoke not. Then at last,
extending a hand to each Of his
friends who watched him.
Sister," said he, "uenri, for
the sake of the child, l will try to
live"
Seventeen years after this, the
door Of this same room opened,
and young, bright, beautiful face,
with shining braids Of chesnut
hair around it, was thrust in.
"Eh 2 Father, mine, why arc
you SO long2" exclaimed a fresh,
young voice, and light form
bounded from the door to the sofa,
where Coulaincourt was seated.
"Cecilc F" said Couifncourt--
looking up, smile ofjoy beaming
on his face.
Yes, Cecile " said the young
girl. " 1t really is very strange ]
cannot make you more obedient to
your daughter, yet | am sure ]
spared no pains in your education.
Don't you know that breakfast is
ready 7"
No, yes l had forgotten it.
! was thinking"
" Thinking about what 2"
" Well--"
" Now, sir, if you dare to have
a thought you have not communi-
Gated to me, you had better look
out"
" Indeed, have not"
"Let me cross-examine you."
"Well."
Are your affairs in order"
4" Yes"
':Has no house where you had
money failed q"
"None,"
"Are you prepared to meet all
your notes q"
A" Yes"
4" Have you made any bad spec
ulation :"
"No."
" Are you not satisfied with
Adrian 2" r..
Absurd ! You know Adrian
is devoted to me, heart and soul" F"
Well, then, what were you
thinking about q
'You.' v
'Me-about me? And you
dare to look serious, almost sad
when you arc thinking Of me
Pray, what thoughts could | in
spire You with that could make you
Hook sad and serious n
'Thoughts inspired by last
nights ball.
why, they should be merry
thoughts was not | the very queen
of the ball did not | dance every
dance, and were you not surround
ed by all the young men in the
room, a,