The weekly north Iowa times. [volume] (McGregor, Iowa) 1857-1867, 1866-01-17
McGREGOR, IOWA. WEDNESDAY, JAN. II, 1866
Sold and Paid for.

SoiN UhO f0lO 1Ofs
young French actress, Madamoiselle DE-
lorme, with all the attributes of her nature
wit, beauty and talent in her art-.entered he
apartment in the Rue de Richelieu, and care
lessly threw her shawl on the ottoman. Sh
seemed to droop in grief. And why Sh
had no rival to dread at the theatre; not hal
of her s;lken tresses had changed its hue; not
VOW of protestation less had crowned her las
success. Why, then, was she sad?
"Alas!' and she addressed her only tru
friend, her confidential lady's maid-"Alas!
am the most miserable Of earthly things. NJ,
whole heart is absorbed on one subject; my ex
istence is a bane to me without it,"
land what is that happy object7"
"Oh, Josephine! have too fondly e z I'd
too fondly fixed my affections" and, then, al
she unused to hersef-"where can find two
thousand francs!"
spoke She had seen it as she came home
had asked the price, but alas! two thousand
francs And she sighed heavily
The door bell rang-the maid went and
came.
at is the English lord.'
"Let him come in" she replied.
Lord Honiton entered; he came to offer the
homage of his adieu.
The entree to the society of such beauty and
talent he would preserve for his future visits to
Paris; and he ransacked his brain to find some
souvenir to present in token of his admiration
g can only be sure of pleasing if know
what will find favor in your eyes"
The prevailing passion for the enamelcd
dressing case being still her only thought, she
excaimcd,-
eyes, sir, there is in the Rue de Ia Paix
what would make me the happiest creature in
the world 1t is an enamled dressing case'
"Bciore an hour can pass you shall be the
happy being you deserve to be-"
One-two-three hours passed, and no dress
ing case appeared.
The impatient beauty could bear it no Ion.
ger; she called cab. and drove to the Rue dc
Ia Paix
The dressing case was still on the counter.
hat; and were you not offered sale for
itw
"Yes, madame, an Englshman did admire it
much; he offered fifteen hundred francs, which
we refused, and he left the shop, saying five
repented, we might send it to the Hotel
Meurice"
"And why did You not send t?"
"Because w0weuld not take the fraction of
farthing less than two thousand francs"
"Hark ye." the eager beauty replied, 81 will
avow secret. 1t was for me he offered to
purchase it. will make up the difference;
i've huhuieu francs are an easy sacrifice; two
Thousand francs | could not give send it to him
forthw tn Here are the FIVE hundred francs; -
ana she parted with her last bank note.
The packet was carefully arranged, and
quickly, too, on its destined way.
Our heroine returned home, thinking of the
awakening on the morrow which would see the
object OF her fancy before her.
She fell asleep-she awoke-t was already
day-she rang her bell.
swell !! she exclaimed to her attendant.
"1t has not yet arrived
She breakfasted-an angel could not he
more patient The clock struck ten, eleven,
twelve-she could bear it no longer. A cab
was called, hotel Meurice was its destination.
She called waiter.
"Did person bring a dressing case here
last evening %
"Oh, yes, madame, and beautiful one it
was. 1t was for Lord Honiton. You should
have seen his delight when he received it. He |
talked aloud to himself: 81 did not know it |
was such prize. 1t is not dear at all-fitteen !
hundred francs why, it's nothing for it ~
And then he added, smiling, BY my troth,
Mile. Deorme must do without it. John, 60 |
and packit up -
"Gracious heaven! And where has he gone
to p
"on the road to Boulogne, where he is by |
this time nearly arrived, having left last night |
1t ten o'clock, with four horses and courier. "