The St. Cloud journal., 1871-10-26

"Hs was OF middle age, dark haired,
pa:e. His features were very still,
rather hard in expression. He had on
a cloth cloak with fur collar, and
wore long, pointed Charlcs-the-F First
beard"
My husband and 1 clung hand to
hand with an inexpressible horror.
Could there be another man-a living
man; who answered this description
''Pardon me-" Alexis said family.
"The portrait is rather vague may
ask you to repaiut it as ciscumstantial
ly as you can."
"He was, repeat, a pale, or rather a
sallow-featured man. His eyes were
extremely piercing, cold, and clear.
The mouth close-set-a very firm but
passionless mouth. The hair dark,
scanned with gray-bald on the brow
30 heaven j." groancd in an anguish
OF terror. For I saw aeain-clear as if
he had never died-the face over
which, for twelve long months, had
swept the merciful sea waves, of the
shores Of Hispaniola.
"Can you, Captain Elmore," said
Alexis, ''mention no Other distinguish.
ing mark :? This countenauee might re.
semble many men,"
~ think not. 1t was most remark.
able face. It struck me the more-be.
cause" and the young man grew al
most as pale as we-ssI once saw an
other very like it,
"You sea chance resemblance on
ly. Fear not, my darling" Alexis
breathed in my ear. "Sir, have you
any reluctance to tell me who was the
gentleman p
''1t was no living man, but a corpse
that we picked up off a wreck, and
again committed to the deep-in the
Gulf Of Mexico. It was exactly the
same face, and had tho same mark-a
scar, crost'shape, over one temple"
"Tis he He can follow and torture
US still !; I knew he could !"
Alexis smothered my shrek on his
breast.
"My wife is ill., This description
resembles Slightly "a person we once
knew. Hart, will you leave us :? But no.
We must probe this mystery. Gentle.
men, will you once more descend to the
lower part Of the house, whilst We re.
main here, and tell me if you still sec
this figure sitting in this CHAIR"
They went. We held our breaths
The lights in the theatre we're being
extlnsuished, the audience moving
away. No one came near our box; il
was perfectly empty. Except our owl
two selves, We were conscious Of nt
sight-no sound. A few minutes afte,
Colonel Hart knocked.
"Come io," said Alexis, cheeri]y.
But the Colonel-the bold soldier
shrunk back like frightened child.
II have seen him-I saw him bu,
this minute, sitting there"
swooned away.
It is right I should briefly give you
my history up to this nights date.
| I was West Indian heiress-s
posthumous, and soon after birth, an
orphan child. Brought up in my moth
cr's country, until I was sixteen years
old II never saw my guardian. Their
he met me in Paris, with my governess
and for the space of two years We lived
under the same roof, seeing one an
other daily.
I was very young I had no father
or brother wished for neither love-
nor husband my guardian became t.
me as the one object of my existence
1t was no love passion !; he was ia,
too old for that, and comparatively to-
young, at least too childish. 1t wa
one of those insane, rapturous adora
tions which young maldens sometimes
conceive, ming'ing little of the ten
derness of the woman with the estati,
enthusiasm Of the devotcc. There il
hardly prophet or leader noted in th,
worlds history who has not been fol
lowed and worshipod by some women
So was my guardian, Anastasius- -
not his true name, but it suficed ther
and will now.
Many may recognize him as know.
leader in the French political and NOR
al world-as one who by the mere fore
Of intellect, welded the most irresistabl
and silently complete power Of an.
man I ever knew, in every circle int
which he came women he won by hi
polished gentleness,-meu, by hi
equally polished strength. He woult
have turned compliment and signet
death warrant, with the same exquisite
ly calm grace. Nothing was to hin
too great or too small. I have know
him, on his way to advise that tb
Presidents soldiers should sweep
cannonade down the thronged street.
stop 20 pick up str'ycd canary-bird
stroke its broken wing, and confide
with beautiful tenderness to his bosom
O how tender how mild hoy
pitiful could he be!
When I say I loved him, I use 70
want of better, word which i'll ex
presses that feeling. 1t was-Heave1
forgive me if err in using the simili
tude-the sort Of feeling the Shuua
mite woman might have had for Elisha