Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1871-01-05
ish myself from her presence! Why
banishment to me were death, What
to me are fame or honor2 What care l

/ hut one being for me-life brt one aim.
| To breathe the air she breathes--to die
at her feet / ask but that one sad
privilege. Do not deny me so small
| boon.
Tins was the very last thing the Mar
ollis expected to hear Spite OF his
own vexation be felt sorry for de Bret
euil, for being very Young, nc was very
much in earnest, and was fully per
suaded at that n oment, that sinlUitan-
eous with sepaI alton from de Charnay
would be the sunderng OF his soul
/ from his body.
/ Nevertheless, y thought de Charnay,
''the separation must take place :" and
| feeling that words would be wasted
upon such a moon-strlck oddly, he
contented himself with forbidding de
Breteuil the house, and returned home
! to see what effect he could have upon
the Marchioness.
He came upon her IN her boudoir,
half-sitting, half-lying upon the downy
cushions Of satin lounge, the very
I counterpart OF Smindrides and his bed
of rose leaves. Those Of his wife, de
| Charnay saw, We're very much crum-
pied, indeed, so he began his task. with
all possible gentleness.
With consummate tact he led the
conversation to the subject OF de Bre
tuil wondered at his frequent visits
spoke of the imprudence Of those mar
RED women who suffered one man to be
more attractive than others and finally
drew from his pretty Marchioness the
confession that Gle Bretul had adj
dressed her several notes.
Madame de Charnay was quite young
and thoughtless but she was woman
of principle She had allowed herself
to grow sentimental over the plants of
the interesting youth, and was just on
the brink Of that pity which is akin to
love. Her husband s words startled her
from her perilous state, and she had
scarcely time to shudder before the
prospects Of misery that another step
would have opened upon her, before
she felt her heart leap with Joy for the
timely deliverance that came through
the ministration Of her wise and saga
ciOns husband.
Would you object to show me those
notes ~ he asked
"No, Marquis replied she, blush
ing; Il ought TO have shown them to
You unbidden But / was embarrassed
lest | should bring trouble upon you,
and my heart bled for that unhappy
young man. "
She had risen meanwhile; and after
a few moments search in her dainty
escretoire of ebony and ivory, she drew
forth velvet portfolio, and from its
rose-scented pockets took the notes of
the love-sick Captain.
De Charnay unfolded them and be-
gan to read They we're burning with
love, but with love that protested to
ter of course, sthe despairing adorer,
who never, never could overcome his
unfortunate passion, had no alternative
left him. He must put an end to his
| lie.
While de Charnay was reading these
precious illusions, his young Mar
chloness looked on, pale and trembling.
Ii was clear that she, at least, had full
faith in de Breteuils menaces of sui
eide; and that which most excited her
interest in the affair, and was therefore
likely to be most dangerous TO her
peace Of mind, was her compassion for
be the cause of death, and convert her
into II quasi murderess.
"He will kill himself!n exclaimed
she, looking piteously at her husband.
Possibly" responded de Charnay,
with the utmost composure. "But, y
continued he, with n smile that was ut
terly at variance with the import of his
words, ''you must die before him"
The Warehouses started. Gracious
heaven !" cried she, "what can you
mean2n
Il mean" replied the Marquis;
"that you have suddenly grown i'll;
that in few hours you will become a
corpse, and, finally, that the day after
tomorrow You will be dead
ooh, exclaimed the young creature,
q" | have not deserved this at your
hands, Monsieur. | have neverspoken
or written word that could compro-
mise me to M. de Breteuil, and swear
before heaven, that the letters | gave
you We're the only ones | ever received
from him. Why then are his sins to be
SO heavily visited on my head ~
u see no other way Of escape from
the predicament in which he has placed
me, was the reply of the Marquis
But calm your fears, Eugene; YOU
are about to simulate death. but not to
die III reality. | see, my poor girl,
that this fellow has touched your fancy.
You are good, and loyal but this con-
founded fop has managed to make you,
Il not unhappy at least melancholy
You are sprlghtless aud languid, and