The Vermont transcript. [volume] (St. Albans, Vt.) 1864-1870, 1865-02-03

81 am tired of pretty women; the
are always fools"
"Could you but see her you woul
be sure to fall in love with her.
81 never will see her, said tn
Count determinedly.
"See her or not, you shall MARI,
her I" said the King in a rage.
"IfI do, I'll marry her with my eye
shutl'
The King grew purple with pas
sion.
clark We, my boy You owe ODE
dience to me as subject and SON L
is my will that you bestow your hant
upon the Duchess de Baliverne. The
wedding will take place this day
fortnight Submit to my will witt
good grace, and l will create you {
duke on your wedding day. Dare tc
disobey me, and l will strip you O.
your title, and the lands you have
from me, and cast you into the Bias
tile"
This was what had brought the
Count of Franche Compete bhndfold-
ed to be married
The King smiled srayely but said
nothing.
The Count placed the ring upon the
finger of his bride but did not salute
her, and when the ceremony was over
he turned his back upon her, took the
handkerchief from his eyes and walked
deliberately out of the chapel.
Lyodine pouted her pretty lips, and
was almost ready to cry with yexa.
ton.
The king took her in charge, escort
ed her to her carriage, and they were
conveyed to the hotel her husband oc.
cupied.
Here you are, my dear" said the
king, conducting her through the
apartments he had expressly furnished
for her reception; here you are at
home
Bat where is my husband p asked
Lydonie"
~silly boy" mutterel the king, look
j IS yers much annoyed Never mind
my dear, he is your husband, the rest
will come in time
"What is the use of having n hus-
band, if he won't look at you" pouted
Lydonie.
Gle shah look at you, or I'll send
him to tho Bastilo.
ooh, no" cried Lydonie, ado not
force him to look at me. If he has
not curiosity enough TO see what kind
Of a wife he has got, Tn sure / do not
wi.h to oblge him to look at me.
see how it is" she continued, sad
expression stealing over her counte.
nance "Sir, you have forced the
Count into this rnion."
The king eoughed and looked gull
ty.
ooh r cried Lydonic, with anguish
che never loved me then he neye,
viii love me-"
why should you care p
Because | love Hmm" answered
Lydonie innocently?
Love him ?"
ooh, 50 dearly; that is why I mar
ried him. Ihad loved him from the
moment first beheld him. And now
| am his wife, he will never look al
me- Lydonie burst into a food o
tears, and sank upon sofa.
The King pitied her sincerely, but
what could he do? He had forced
his son to marry her, but he could no
force him to love her.
He thought of the Bastile, L
would not make him love his wife t.
send him there.
"Well, well, he said, ''you are hi
wife, I will make him Duke, and
dare say you viii find him home befor,
morning
With these words tho king with
drew.
Lydonie was left alone with he
sorrow But she was not to drooI
long. She soon dried her tears an'
looked all the better for them, like
rose after shower.
Her old nurse came in, and togethe
they inspected her new home, which
Lydoine found entirely to her salts
faction
The Count did not return hom
that night.
A week passed by and he did no
make his appearance Lydonie cam
to the conclusion that he never woul'
come.