The Cadiz sentinel. [volume] (Cadiz, Ohio) 1864-1911, 1865-01-25


ties. The husband was wrong, | admit
that the world and every body pities the
young wife, especially when she is as lovely
as Nthr friend, but society soon gets tired OF
pltying women; gets tired Of hearing one
Of their own sex praised, and men get tired
of prasing a woman from whom they see
there Is nothing to expect. Then the world
turns round and begins to pity the husband,
and to think that the wife was cruel, want
ing in charity, in duty, in indulgence. Then
the world set to work to find some secret rea-
SONS for the wife S conduct, and all the world
watches her. Now weman who lives with
her husband has perfect liberty. The world
has confded her to her husband; as long as
be is satisfied, it has nothing to say. Your
friend is not over twenty.
mo; she has been separated two years
from her husband, and not one word can be
said against her"
But she has twenty-five years of peril
yet before her. She had better get recon
ciled to her husband "
"She is too proud-though he is repent
ant and willing -
Then there is something that the world
has not yet discovered
Nonsense. It's no use testing Angelo
by your experience of other women. She
isimmaculate. is She lives with her mother.
A most devoted daughter she is, too, for she
took herself to Baden, where thought she
would remain the whole season, but tor some
cause, which | forgot to mention, she came
back Yesterday most unexpectedly"
''She is a lovely creature"
With this NJ. de Ryons turned away, and
taking his seat close to the whist table, he
amused himself by gazing at the woman
who had so suddenly attracted his atten-
ton.
He strove, with all the science and ex-
perlence Of which he was master, to tathom
the depths of the large, dark hazel eyes,
Watching the expression of the exquisltely
cut mouth, The brow was square, but not
too high for feminine dclicacy; the head
small; the hair jet black, fine and glossy;
the complexion smooth and calm as lake,
but a lake indicating depth beneath. Her
face and manner were both full Of repose,
and her long eyelashes shaded her eyes, as
she gazed seemingly attentive at the game
But after few moments, M. dc Ryons
thought that he discovered that she was not
attentive but abstracted, and looking at the
whist players. He examined them one by
one.S They we're nice, respectable gentle
men, whose bald heads and protuberant
stomachs left no doubt Of their perfect dis
connection with any mystery in which love
might be conc rned. DE Ryons, who had
not condescended until now to look at the
other people in the room, now moved his
position, and, throwing himself i'll the re-
ccs, of window, concealed himself behind
its manifold draperics,
Ar tho nj how ond nf tI,a rnnn M Il,
Ryons discovered a tall, powerfully made
man, with head that artists and poets
would have termed poetic, and which wo-
man would instantly Judge as indicating
genius and passion. NJ. de Ryons singled
him out from all the rest, at once concentra-
ting on him all his attention, Presently he
saw him quit the group Of men in which he
stood, and, sauntering across the. room, ad-
dressed word here and there as he passed,
until at last he reached Madame Villctte,
greeting her with the utmost ceremony; but
as he stood, he drew back after few min.
utes, and said to her:
How can thank you for returning2"
How could resist your letters. did
not want murder ON my conscience.
Il would not have survived the convic-
ton that my life was indifferent to you"
mo life that is in our power to save is
Indifferent to US. p"
When can see you alone?" '
"Alone? That is difficult; but to morrow,
if you will dine with me, though there are
other guests, we may find an opportunity
The gentleman turned away with bow,
whilst the lady, leaning over M. Nauban's
chair, exclaimed:
why don't you play the ace; see, you
will win the trick.
As for Nj. de Ryona, he leaned back in
his chair, muymuring to himself. "Oh!.
daughter Of Eve, not well co you remember
your mother lessons" "
But he took strange interest in Madame
Villette.
1T is yet time to save her. said he; II
feel it. This man aspires to be her lover,
but is not. She shall not sacrifice her whole
life for the fcverish illusion of few years.
Mons. de Ryons, rising, gided from his
place, and went up to Madame de Vauban.
Madame" said he, Il want you to do
me a favor. Do you dine tomorrow with
the Countess Angelo, and can you take meY
II do dine, and | will take you, ii only
for the pleasure of seeing how you look
when you are in love-"
= well, ! will charge you nothing. You
shall have the spectacle gratis. All! another
favor Who is that gentleman with ths fine
picturesque face.
THE Due de Montaigle. "
"Ah! | must get an introduction to him.
and saunterlng up to group OF men, Gas
ton de Ryons soon affected his purpose.
Next day, in due form, he was taken by
Madame de Vauban to Madame de Vii
lette's, and there he set to work to watch
Mons. dc Montaigle was the most distant,
and the least to be suspected Almost as
soon as dinner was over he took his leave,
a move which puzzled de Ryons, and put
him on his guard.
'She promised to see him; he can not
have left the house" So deciding, de Ry-
ons patiently sat down, and watched
All at once Madame de Vauban, who was
weary of society (for she had been beauty,
and was now old and neglected., without
having the courage to give it up, exclaim-
ed:
Why is your boudoir not lighted to-
night?" t
II don't know; but probably the servants
were not prepared for my return, and SO did
not have time to prepare. all the apart
ments
L nj 30 SOrTyi wanted TO SNOW N. ue
Ryons your portrait in your native costume.
1t is one of Winterhalter's finest pictures,
NJ. de Ryons, assure you.
''I hate to see pictures by candle light. I
am glad the boudoir is not open.
Nine. de Villette, unconsciously,. gave a
deep sigh of relief, and, NJ. de Vaubans
thoughts taking another direction, she turn
ed away. Then Mons. de Ryons, going up
to Nine. de Villette, said to her in o low
whisper: -4aa
Madame you are about to compromise
your whole life; let me save you. M. de
Mcntaige is in your boudoir.' ai 2.
''STl" - o.ne
t'Iyp not waste time in Indignation, but
authorize me to tell him that tonight YOU