The Daily empire. (Dayton, Ohio) 1865-1867, 1866-01-02
THE DAILY EMPIRE.
Sold and Paid For,

Sold and Paid For.
a young French actress, Mademoiselle
Delorme, with the attributes of her nature
wit, beauty. and talent In her art, entered
her apartment in the Rue dc Richelieu. aud
carelessly throw her shawl on the ottoman.
She seemed to drop Ia grief. And why She
had no rival to dread al her theater; not a
hair Of her silken tressess had changed its
hue; not VOW or a protestation less had
crowned her last success Why, then, was
she sad? .tI'lf s
"Alasl" and she addressed her only true
friend, her confidential lady's-maid-''ala I
| am the most miserable of earthly things.
My whole heart is absorbed on one subject
my existence Il n bane to me without it.r
"And what is the happy objcctg"
"Oh, Josephine! | have fondly fixed my
affections; : and then, as she mused to her
self-"whcre can | find two thousand
francs?
Il was of an cnamelled drcssing-casc she
spoke. She had seen it as she camc home I:
had asked the price; but alas two thousand
francs. Aud she sighed heavily.
The dOor-bell rang-the maid went and
came.
ut is the English lord, madame"
Let him come in she sulenly re-
piled.
Lord Honiton entered; he came 10 offer
the homage Of his adicu. The entrce to the
Society Ol Sllcil DcAutN anu Slltn talent nc
would preserve for his future visits to
Paris; and he ransaeked his brlin to find
some souvenir TO present in token of his
admiration. II can only be sure of pleas
ing If | know what will favor in your
eyes SE FFtaf
The prevailing passion of the cnamelcd
drcssing-casc still being her only thought,
she exclaimed
Yes, sir; there is in the Rue de Ia Paix
what would make me the happiest crca-
turc In the world lt is an cnamcllcd
dressing -case.' H
Before an hour can pass, you shall he the
happy being you deserve to be-
One-twO-tlTce hours passed ON, and
no dressing-case appeared. The impatient
beauty could bear itno longer; she called Il
cab, and drove to the Rue dc Ia PAX. The
drcssing-case was still on the counter.
what and were you not offered sale
for it?" ....
'sN'es, madame. and Englshman did ad-
mire it much; he offered fifteen hundred
francs, which we refused, aud he left the
shop, saying, If we rcpcnted we might
send il to the Hotel Maurice"
"And why did you not send it?"
"Because we would not take the frac-
ton of a farthing less than two thousand
francs"
''Hark ye," the eager beauty replied, ~
will avow secret. II was for me he offered
To purchase IL. VIII make up the differ
cnCe; five hundred francs are an easy
sacrifice; two thousand francs | could not
give sGrd it to him forthwith. Here arc
the five hundred francs;' and 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-it was already day
she rang her bell. f..rv
''Well !" she exclaimed to her attendant
''wellW iHHHfr
'lt has not yet arrived, madame"
She breakfasted--an angel could not be
more patient; the clock struck ten, eleven,
twelYe-shc could not bear il any longer ;
II cab was called-llotel Maurice was its
destination. She called a waiter:
Did aperson bring a dressing-ease here,
last evening ?" --f .'--a .-,
'Oh, yes, madame, and q beautiful one it
was. 1t was for Lord Honiton. You should
have seen his delight when he received it.
lie talked aloud to himself; Il did not know
it was such prize. 1t is not dear at all
fifteen hundred francs why, il isnothing
Tor it, And then he added, smiling, BY
my troth, MademOiselle Deorme must do
without it. John, pack it up.n e..
"GraciotIs heavens and where is hep
"On the road to BOulogne, madame,
where he shy this time nearly arrived,
having left at ten o'clock, last evening, with
four horses and courier
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