Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1871-01-05

I y. oIdt P1ty WHICH IS AKIN II
love. Her husbands words startled be
from her perilous state, and she hat
scarcely time to shudder before tn,
prospects OF misery that another ste,
would have opened upon her, before
sne telt her heart leap with Joy for the
timely deliverance that came through
the ministration of her wise and saga
cious husband.
Would you object to show me those
notes % he asked
"No, Marquis" replied she, blush
ing; 81 ought to have shown them tc
you unbidden- But was embarrassed
lest should bring trouble upon Won,
and my heart bled for that unhappy
young man"
she had risen meanwhile; and after
a few moments search in her dainty
cscretoiTe 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 were burning with
love, but with love that professed tc
have no hope of return; and, as a mat.
ter of course, the despairing adorer,
who never, never could overcome his
unfortunate passion, had no alternative
left aim. He must put an end to his
I ife.
While de Charnay was reading these
precious illusions, his young Mar
chioness looked on, pale and trembling.
1t was clear that she. at least, had full
faith in de Breteuirs menaces of sui
eide; and that which most excited her
interest Ii the affair, and was therefore
likely to be most dangerous to her
peace of mind, was her compassion for
his excess of love-a love that was TO
be the cause of death, and convert her
into quasi murderess.
HE Will kill himselfi" exclaimed
she, looking piteously at her husband
Possibly" responded de Charnay,
with the utmost composure. "But," F"
continued he, with smile that was ut
terly at variance with the import of his
words, '.you must die before him
The Marchioness started. "Gracious
heaven J" cried che, "what can YOU
meant"
II Inean." replied the MARQUIS:
that You have suddenly grown ill:
that In c few hours you will become q
corpse, md, finally, that the dsy after
tomorrow you will be dead
"Oh. " exclaimed the young creature.
q have not deserved this at your
hands, Monsieur. have never spoken
or written word that could compro-
mise me to Nj. de Breteuil, and 1 swear,
before heaven, that the letters 1 gave
you we're the only ones l ever received
from him. Why then are his sins to be
so heavily visited on my head 2"
Il 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, Eugenie; you
are about to simulate death. but not TO
die in reality. I 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,
If not unhappy, at least melancholy.
You are sprightless and languid, and
your life Is less bright than it was a
few menths ago. Ny remedy. ] think,
viii restore you to health and happi-
ness. VIII you trust your case to mel"
81 will, said she, extending her
hand.
"Then, tonight I will send you,
under the charge of confidential ser
want, to my brothers estate in Tour
raine. There you shall be treated with
consideration, ard be permitted to
associate with the gentry of the neigh
borhood, on two conditions: One is
that you will bear another name. and
call yourself Madam Adrien; and the
other is that you Will neitheir write to
Versailles, nor receive any letters there
FROM
"You will write to me yourself ~
"No, my love; my letters would
have no interest for you. for In them
certainly would not mention de Brs-
teuil's name"
Chow long," began she.
81 cannot tell. but think that your
exile will last for four or five months. "
"Good heavens What am / to do
all these monthsi"
Remember that you are under no
restraint. You can visit and be visited;
you can draw and paint, and study and
improve your mind. You are under
one restriction only; that of being cut
off from communication with Yer
sailles. Now, if these conditions are
too onerous, / have but one a1terna-
tive"
"What IL thatl"
81 must run NJ. de Breteuil through
the body"
"God forbidl But he will die of
grief"
Better die of grief than by my
hand, and ruin your reputation, Euge-
ME-"
$50 be it, then,r sighed the young
Marchioness. s'You promise me on
your honor that am not sent away for
an indefinite period?n
81 promise on my honor, that you
shall return home Inlet me see-in
less than four months"
So the Marchioness left Versailles
that night, and on the morrow, de Char
nay appeared at court, and mentioned
the fact of his wife being seriously indis-
posed. The next day she was worse,
and the night following she died.
The Marquis and his household went
In deep mourning, and splendid
funeral cortege left the Hotel Charnay
to carry the body ofthe Marchioness to
the family vault, some distance from
Versailles.
A few days later, de Chsrnay received
visit of coincidence from de Bfeteuil.
The former, of course, saw nobody, but
he did for his wife's lover more than he
had done for anybody else-he wrote
him letter.
81 was exceedingly fond of my wife, :"
said he in his missive, but honor,
to me, is a deeper sentiment than the
love of woman. 1 can, therefore, bear
my loss with the calm regret of man
Of mature age, whose happiness had
been endangered by that which would
have been far heavier blow than the
death of the beloved object As for
You, however, whose passion was be-
yond all bounds of principle, and be-
yond all love of life who lived but to
breathe the air she breathed. and
longed for death when 1 asked you to
cease your visits to my house, / am in
hourly expectation of hearing that you
have put an end to your intolerable ex-