Litchfield enquirer., 1867-09-26

 the stormy days of the French Revolution battle of life. Like Alexander the Great when he set out to conquer the world, he took nothing but hope; tho Grecian hero depended for success upon his sword-Vic- tor relied on his pen. He was Q graceful and elegant writer; but, poor and friend less, his success was not equal to his gc- nius; he was obliged to writo for bread, not fame. Victor was not discouraged by his want of success. He was persuaded that the dark clouds which hoveied over him would at last be dispelled, and that tho world would acknowledge his merit Young St. Aubyn's dreary existence was some times frightened by delightful dreams. In these exquisite moments his disappOint- ment was forgotten and his cheerful cham Der was changed as if by magic He saw before him galleries of light and airy beau ty filled with lovely women who crowno l him with amaranthine wreaths as lie ap- preached. Che morning, while Victor was dreaming dream like this, the ethereal fabric was suddenly demolished by gen tleman coming in and exclaiming, ''Victor, would you like to exchange this poor room for a charming retreat near Paris, Q beau- tiful villa in the midst of shady groves and blooming gardens?'
 "Certainly; most desirable exchange my dear Eugene! But how is it to be done?'
 "By marrying Emile Lamont"
 "And pray, who is Emile Lamont?''
 "Who is Emilio Lamont? Why, all Pa ris ringing with her name''
 "The sound has not asccnded so high as my room. Tell me about her.
 "Emilie Lamont better known as the Lady of Larose, has announced that she will accept the addresses of any gentleman who pleases her and bestow upon him her hand and fortune, if he can be satisfied with an inconceiyably ugly face. Many have visited her, but only ono gentleman as yet has mustered up sufficient courage to pop the question:
 Really, Eugene, this is a most singular and interesting affair I am tempted to visit the Lady of Laroso merely out of cu- riosity."
 ''Do so, Victor; perhaps something may come out of it. Good by"
 A few days after this conversation, Vic tor put on the best suit of clothes that his scanty wardrobe contained, and proceeded to visit the Lady of Larose. He did not go at once to tho house, but wandered about the grounds delighted with the beau ty of the scene. A new surprise met him at every turn. In one place he camo to a littlo livulet running through tho grassy turf, which was gemmed with thousand flowers. Hero he came across a groGto, whose cool recesses wooed him to enter. In another place he saw a fountain of water sparkling in the sunlight. He reached the howery eminence, which was adorned with o al; 4o1 might have been the work of fairy hands. Around and about the spot georgeous pheasants and stately peacocks walked with pompous steps. At last his eyes rested up- on the crowning glory of the scene-the superb villa of Larose.
 Victor advanced with hesitating steps to the magnificent porch, where he was met by servant who politely invited him to walk into tho house. Entering the saloon the poor young man was amased at the splendid display. He began to repent of his presumption in daring to offer himself as a suitor to the possessor of so much wealth, he dreaded to meet the Lady of Larose, and thousand times he wished himself back in his poor chamber
 While occupied with the thought, the door opened and Emile Lament entered.
  ward, without raising his eyes to her face. coming souls to elysian bliss, she addressed him and on the subject which is always in teresting to every man, him self.
 'May I ask whether you arc Monsieur St. Aubyn, the poet?'
 "I do not know, Mademoiselle, whether I deserve the namo of poet, but plead guilty to publishing {. volume of poems year ago, which brought but little fame and less money"
 "Your beautiful book should have secur- ed you both"
 'Am I to understand that Mademoiselle Lamont has read my little book?'
 ''l have read and admlreu 1t over and over again, and if all the world were like me, your book would have made you fa- mOuS"
 eff all the world were liko you, this world would be paradise" cried Victor, overjoyed to hear his neglected book prais ed.
 "Look at me, Monsieur St. Aubyn, is paradise composed of such?"
 Victor raised his eyes to her face, those lips were hideous indeed, but from them had come words of praise and encourage ment to cheer him onward in his effort to reach Fame's proud temple. Those cheeks were thin and yellow, but perhaps they had glowed with enthusiasm over his poe try.
 'H you will excuse me, Mademoiselle. I will say that the Houries are not quito so plain"
 Don't mince matters, Monsieur St. Au- byn,-my glass tells the truth, and want you to do likewise"
 ''But Mademoiselle, it is not customary for gentlemen to speak so plainly to ladies about their personal appearance"
 ''Monsieur Victor St. Aubyn, l want you to understand once for all that Emile La mont is not like other women. Therefore do not hesitate to say what you think of me-"
 s'Well, then if you insist upon it. I can only say that you arc biue' atgly.''
 ''Bitter ugly! like that, indeed; that is quite refreshing ugly-very good cried Emile, with a laugh as clear and mu- sical as a silver bell.
 'I am glad my plain language has not of- tended you. It is certainly ventu ring on rather dangerous ground to tell lady that she is ugly.'
 s'You must remember that am not like other women."
 Emile rang the bell and ordered the ser