The States and Union. [volume] (Ashland, Ohio) 1868-1872, 1869-12-29

, eu WITH uellSnU TO OBEY. -.
There was no time for farewell
The marquis went alone to the palat
in the evening, ard announced the
intended departure. a'i-- ao. "-
There were many regrets expressed
The king himself was graciousI
pleased to lament that the court wa
about to lose one of its brightest orns
ments, and the courtiers murmure'
their participation i'll his MAZE ty'
sentiments Only Leon was silen
and the. marquis, fixing his piercin
!. seyes upon. him, saw that his face wa
fwhite rs marble, and his lips close
set and ashy pale.
4 Still more profoundly convinced o
the truth of his suspicious, the MAJ
quis returned to his fair, yourg wife
and at midnight. they set forth o,
their journey, with faring torches
and numerous out-riders AS th
cum brous coach rolled through tn
city gates, nan, muffled in a cloak
started from the shadow of an arch
and stood for moment near Hi:
face was invisible, but something il
his figure and csrriage recalled Saint
Evremonde's to the mind of the mar
quis Vivienne had been leaning fol
ward, gazing from the window. Per
haps the red glare of the torches fel
upon her face. but it seemed to hel
husband that deep flush came hotly
to her cheeks for an instant-the
next moment she sunk back in the
carriage with sigh, and soon many
miles lay between the travellers and
the gates of Paris -=G.- l-,...e
The life of -Huutlieu was pleasant,
indeed, to Madame de Bersnger.
She was fast becoming a feeble inva-
lid, and once established in large,
sunny chamber in the chateau, she
rlrely left it, save for a slow walk
upon the terrace with the aid of her
daughters arm. Nivienne devoted
herself to her mother. She read, and
sang, and talked to her, or she sat
quietly embroidering by her side, and
listened with ready smiles to Madame
d- Beranger praises of her exem-
llary son in-law. and her thankful
ness that heaven had given SO kind a
rotector, so noble husband to the
daughter whom she felt that she must
soon leave. -.-
And Vivienne listened, and kept
steady silence about the awful change
which had befallen her husband. She
would not disturb the tranquil happi-
ness of her mothers life by the knowl-
elge that her life had become one
stastuIe; that day and night she
felt herself watched with suspicion,
and hated by her husband; that no
words of kindness, nothing beyond
the barest, coolest courtesies of life
were ever addressed to her by the
marquis; that the chateau was a
prison, beyond whose walls she was
not permitted to stir without an at
tendant, whom she knew was a paid
spy; and that her tears her prayers
f ,r IN explanation, an her entreat-
les tor the pardon of her unknown
ofnce, were met with cold, contemp
tuous sneers, or stern commands of
silence. 1t was horrible, this con-
sciousness of being forever watched.
She had discovered that when the
himself had discovered that
when the marquis himself was not
with her, she was under the surveil-
lance ola person whom she specially
and who as heartily hated
her. This person was Monsieur Du
roe, the secretary of the marquis, at
whose expense Vivienne had once
Indulgcd in some childish merriment
and who, in spite of her sincere apol-
Dry, had always secretly hated. while
openly fiattering, the marqaise.
Now she was conscious that this
man was set to watch her. Into
whatever room or salooon of the chat |
:eau she might enter, save her own
private apartments, she was almost |
ure to see figure stealing noiseless- |
y rs shadow between her and the !
and the white face and black |
yes of Duroc would gleam out as he
'owed obsequisely, and glided to q
eat in distant corner of the room.
When she walked in the grounds,
)uroc glided as near her as etiquette
Tould permit. Even now, on this
weet September evening as she saun-
eaed Oh the terrace beneath the
of her own apartments, she
'as not sure that the evil eyes of Du-
DC were not fastened upon her from
ONE secret window or lurking-placc.
Ali unhappy "Child Marquise?''
Ter cheek no longer glowed with
right roses her eyes sparkled no
lore ; her step had lost its airy buoy
ncy. her voice its joyous ring. Sad,
allid, yet lovely as dream of heav-
1 still, she walked with bowed head
the dying sunlight and the ''Haut-
eu rubies' lay like drops of blood
n her fair bosom.
She was walking there, waiting till
le should be summoned to nee, her
lsband and a guest whom lie had
id her to prepare for. Guests were :
1t untrequent at the chateau, and l
e marquis entertained them with I
eat magnifcence, his lovely young $
ife always presiding at the entertain
ent with quiet grace and dignity. {
o one guessed the deep. sadness of
,r heart, and to none on earth would I
e reveal it. fc
While she paused beside vase of
owing geranium, and mechanically S
.thered one of its blossoms, her hus a
Ind's voice startled her. Never had c
sounded so harsh and cold.
Madame" Monsieur de Saint L
yremonde has arrived, and is wait j
g for you in the grand saloon. Will G
u go and receive him ?" !
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