North Iowa times. [volume] (McGregor, Iowa) 1867-current, 1868-11-04

was rude In speech. One day in conver
sation with Pauline, Claude heard tha
she was proud of her connection will
this relative, howbeit Dumas was a soldier
Of fortune-one who owed his position to
merit, not birth-onc who had risen land
in two years. from the ranks to the pre-
sent grade. Taking advantage of the op.
portunity, Claude was cndeavoring tc
instil into the mind of Pauline the old and
classical sentiment that virtue is nobility
when she observed to him fondly:
With his whole soul made a chaos by
the disdain of Pauline, Claude Mclnotte
found himself willing tool for the re-
venge of his temper. Pauline bad tramp.
led upon worm-as a worm he now
turned to sting her. lie accepted the
bargain offered him by Beauseant; and in
time was introduced to the pompous moth.
er aud scornful daughter, as His Highncss
the Prince of Como. 1t was all over with
them-he came-he saw-he conquered
and not many days after his arrival, he
was already promised the hand of Pau
line.
II cannot forego pride when I look on
thee and thinkest that thou lowest me.
Sweet Prince tell me again of thy palace
by the lake of Como: it is so pleasant to
hear OF thy splendor, since thou didst
swear to me that they would be desolate
without Pauline; and when thou dcscrb-
est them, it is with mocking lip and
noble scorn, as if custom had made thee
dlsdain greatness
Eyading the request Of Pauline, Claude
proceeded to describe home which lie
did not cav ha pncsnScol
"Nay, dearest, nay," said he, ''if thou
wouldst have me paint the home to which
could love fulfil its prayers, this hand
would lead thee, listen A deep vale,
shut out by Alpine hills from the rude
world, near a clear lake, margined by
fruit of gold and whispering myrtles,
CHASING softest skies as cloudless, save
with rare and roscate shadows, as | would
have my fate
"My own dear love!' murmured Pau
line.
"A palace continued Claude, "liftinr
to eternal summer its marble walls, from
out Il glossy bower of coolest foliage,
musical with birds, whose song should
syllable thy name. At noon we'd sit
beneath the arching vines, and wonder
why earth could not be happy, while the
heavens still left us youth and love We'd
have no friend that were not lovers-no
ambition save to excel them all in love !;
we'd read no books that were not tales of
love, that we might smile to think how
poorly the eloquence of words translates
the poetry of hearts like ours; and when
night came, amidst the breathless heavens,
we'd guess what star would be our home
when love become immortal: while the
perfumcd light shone thro' mists of
alabaster lamps, every air was heavy with
sighs of orange groves, and music from
sweet flutes, and murmurs from low foun-
tains that gush forth in the midst of roses
Love" he said, ''dost thou like the pic.
tareH'
"Ah," exclaimed Pauline, "as the bee
upon the flowers, | hang upon the honey
of thy eloquent tongue. Am not blessed? ?
But, if love too wildly, who would not
love thee like Pauline?'
"No, false oner' exclaimed Claude,
bitterly, "it is the prince thou lowest not
the man. If instead of luxury. pomp and
power, l had painted poverty, toll and
care, thou hadst found no honey on my
tongue. Pauline, that is not love"
Cruel prince sud Pauline ''thou
wrongest me. 'Tis true, might not at
first be won save through the weakness
of futtering pride, but now-oh, trust
me, could thou fall from thy power and
sink
"As low" inquired Mclnotte, eagerly,
"as that poor gardeners son who dared to
lift his eyes to thee?''
Even them" said Pauline "methinks
thou wouldest be made more dear by the
sweet thought that l could prove how
deep is woman's love! We are like the
insects caught by the poor glittertng of IL
glariug hame-but oh! the wings are
scorched-the bright star lures us no
more, and by the fatal light we cling till
DEATH
"Ansel!' murmured Melnotte. Con-
science stung him for the treacherous part
he was playing. Her love had given IL
torture worse than her hate.
lie lost no time in seeking out Beau
scant and CLAWS, and desired them to re-
lease him from his oath. lie said he was
not in his senses when he had sworn to
marry Pauline. Instead, however, of
complying with his request, Beauseant re-
piled that the invention he had planned to
bring about the marriage Immediately,
was ripe for execution. In great excite
ment he went to Deschappelles, and pre-
tended that he had just received a letter
from a friend at Paris-a member of the
Directory-a letter stating that the Prince
was suspected of designs against the re-
public-that he must quit Lyons immedi-
ately, or he would be arrested-thrown
into prison-perhaps guillotined. Horses
were ordered to the carriage Immediately,
and the Prince was to fly directly to Mar
settles, and then to take ship to Leghorn.
Her daughter and Madame Deschap-
pelles being anxious that the marriage
should take place at once, the settlement
was arranged 10y proxy: and, before the
ceremony was over, the carriage was at
the door, and Pauline-as she and her
parents thought-was carried home as the
bride of the ilustrious Prince. But what
Il fearful reality it was to find herself, i'll
less than an hour, surf ounded by the rude
walls Of widow Melnotte's cottage! The
blood almost froxe in her veins when she
discovered that she was the wife of a
peasant-the son of peasants-a young
man of poor, though honest parents. At
first she thought it all Il jest-a horrid
dream--and she was amazed beyond
measure that the deep wrong of this re-
venge had proceeded merely from the
sli ght which shea poor power less girl
had shown Claude in not accepting his
verses. But Claude, repentins what he
had don:, was ready to lay ut her feet
husbands right, as, by the laws of
France, a marriage thus unholy and unful
filled could be made void, and he begged
her to sleep that night in peace, for that
the law would do her justice, and restore
to her the right to bless another with her
love.
''And when thou art happy" continued
Melnotte, "and have forgotten him who
so loved, so wronged you, think, at least,
Heaven left some remnant of the angel
st;n In that nnor naaSant's nature y