The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1867-11-08
CoSFISCATIOe
CONDE NsED NOVELS.
BY Frank Brett, Hart.
AFTER CHARLOTTE BRoNTE.

The wind howled dismally without,
and the rain beat furiously against the
windows. I crept toward him and
seated myself on low stool beside his
chair.
Presently he turned, without seeing
me, and placed his foot absently in my
lap. l affected not to notice it. But he
started and looked down.
"You here yet, Carrothead? All, L
forget. Do you speak French?"
"Qui, Monsieur"
"IdiSez UOUSy" he said sharply, with
singular purity OF accent. complied.
The wind mOaned feartully in the chin
ney and the light burned dim. lshud-
dered in spite of myself.
"Ah, you tremble, girl "
at is fearful night -
"Fearful !! Call you this fearful: Ha!
ha Look, you wretched little atom,
look I" and he dashed forward, and
leaping out of the window, stood like II
statute in the pelting storm, with fold
ed arms. He did not stay long, but in
few minutes returned by the way of
the hall chimney. l saw from the way
that he wiped his feet on my dress that
he had again forgotten my presence.
You are a governess. What can
you teach ?" he asked, suddenly and
fiercely thrusting his face in mine.
"Manners!" replied calmly.
"Ha teach me!n
TYou mistake yourself" said, ad-
justiug my mittens. "Your manners
require not the artificial restraint of
society. You are radically polite; this
impetuosity and ferociousness is sim
ply the sincerity which is the basis of a
proper department. Your instincts are
moral: your better nature, see, is re-
ligious. AS st. Paul Justly remarks
see chapter 6. 8, 8 and 10"
He seized heavy candlestick, and
81 L. "a. a ~ kNWN NNaEatN
ly, but firmly.
Excuse me-" he remarked, as his
under jaw slowly relaxed. "Excuse
me, Miss Mix; but 1 cant stand St.
Paul! Enough-you are engaged"
AFTER CHARLES LEVER.
In an instant was engaged with an
entire squadron Of cavRlry, who en-
deavored to surround me. Cutting my
way through them, 1 advanced boldly
upon IL battery, and snbered the gun
ners before they could bring their
pieces to bear. Looking around. saw
that l had in fact penetrated the French
center. Before was well aware of the
locality, | was hailed by sharp voice
in French:
"Come here, sir !"
Iobeyed, and advanced to the side OF
little man in n cooked hat.
"uas Grouchy come"
"Not yet, SIR" replied, for 1t was
the Emperor.
cha - said he suddenly, bending his
piercing eyes on my uniform-"a pris-
oner..2"
mo, SIRE" said proudly.
"a spy?"
but gesture from the Emperor mado
me forbear.
"You are IA brave man." he said.
took my snutf-bo from my pocket i,
and, taking IA pinch, replied by hand
ing it, with bow to the Emperor.
His quick eye caught the cipher on
the lid.
"What ! D'Euville ? Ha! this ac-
counts for ths purity OF your accent
ANY relation TO Roderick D'Eville p
"My father, sire"
HE WAS my SchoolfellOw at the Ecole
PolitechniQue. Embrace mel" and the
Emperor fell upon my neck in the pres
ence of his entire staff. Then, recover
ing himself, he gently placed in my
hand his own magnificent snuff box in
exchange for mine, and, hanging upon
my breast the cross of the Legion OF
Honor, which he took from his own, he
bade one of his Marshals conduct me
back to my regiment.
WAS so intoxicated with the honor OF
which 1 had been the recipient, that on
reaching our lines 1 uttered shout of
ioy, and put spurs to my horse. The in
tefligent animal seemed to sympathize
with my feelings, and fairly flew over
the ground. On rising eminence a tew
Yards before me stood a gray haired
officer, surrounded by his staff. don't
know what possessed me, but putting
spurs to my horse, rode at him bold
", and with one bound cleared him
horse and all. A shout of indignation
arose from the assembled staff. L
wheeled suddenly, with the intention
of apologizing, but my mare misundeE-
stood me, and again dashing forward, ,
once more vaulted over the head OF
the officer, this lime, unfortunately un-
covering him by vicious kick of her
hoof. "Seize himl" roared the entire
army. 1 Twas seized. AS the soldiers
led me away, asked the name OF the
pray-haired officer. ''That-, why
that's the Duke OF Wellington"