The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1872-09-03


friendship, II anything happens to her--to
Marie,-you will let me know it at Versail-
les, where l understand, our regiment is
| to be quartered. Promise me this"
"I promise it," said Guillaume, sulkily,
"though the best thing you can do is to
forget her entirely"
"Forget her p cried the young man, with
sigh, "ah you little know the impossi-
bility which you counsel"
Guillaume shrugged his shoulders with
sarcastic smile.
"Come, my boy" said the sergeant,
"your horse is ready"
Gaspar vaulted into the saddle A fu-
rious contest ensued between the horse and
rider, but the fiery charger found he had
met his match at last. After protracted
struggle, Gaspar conquered his fierce spirit,
and before the file reached Chateau de
Montfort, the animal knew his rider and
obeyed him. The triumph won him the
respect of his new companions, and saved
him from the jeers and indignities usually
visited upon the raw recruit. Gaspar had
fairly won his way into the queens dra-
goons.
An affair so trihing as the loss of Inch
pin often produces important results. If
mail axles and boxes had been invented
at the period of which we write, the Off
hind-wheel off the Baroness de Montfort's
carriage would not have been off in two
senses, and that distinguished lady would
not have been compelled to seek refuge in
the "Bunch of Grapes;" while the accident
was being repaired. She would not have
been deeply interested in the elegant man.
ners and beauty of Marie, and would not
have had an interview with our friend
Guillaume, who was supposed to know
more about the pretty maid of the inn than
any of the habitual frequenters of the es-
tablishment, Bonneville, the innkeeper,
refusing to communicate any intelligence
respecting his adopted daughter.
The old Baroness de Montfort was one of
the proudest aristocrats in France. Her
family could be traced beyond the flood,
and very old picture, preserved in her
collection, presented Noah going into the
ark, carrying bundle under his arm, la
belled, "papers of Importance belonging to
the De Montfort family" She regarded
commoners as being of different and in
ferior species, and regarded it as conde-
scension even to look at a peasant. But
she was as curious as she was proud, and
now stopped SO low as to speak to our friend
Guillaume.
"The girl Marie" said the duchess, lis
you say, not the daughter of M. Bonnie
ville"
"No, madame; only the adopted daugh-
ter"
"How long has she been here ."
"From her earliest infancy, madame"
Have you any reason to suppose that
her parents were above the lower order in
rank, my good man P"
Yes, madame"
Estate your reasons"
Sixteen years ago, madame-Marie is
now sixteen-observe the eoincidence-a
lady, great lady, madame, no ,other than
the Countess de Rosefont came here from
Paris very privately, and took lodgings at
this inn."
"The Countess do Rosefont knew
her well. About that time, she left Paris,
and 1t was said, France, for reasons that
were never divulged. Some said, they
were political, but others, who knew best,
that she had married beneath her rank
some low fellow of a physician, or merchant
or something of that sort, and was com
PEELED to go to the West Indies to conceal
her disgrace"
"Well, madame, when she left, / was
secretly a witness TO an interview she had
with the landlady. In parting, she said to
her, leave in your hands sacred do
posit, guard it till / come TO reclaim it.
The money deposit with you win amply
repay your trouble"
$50 on, my good man, cried the baro-
ness, eagerly.
:" A few days afterwards, madame, little
Marie made her appearance in the arms of
the landlady." w..
81 sec it all,' cried the baroness.
" Marie is the daughter of my old friend,
the Countess de Rosefont, heress of an
immense fortune. The husband of the
countess is dead, and she is now on the eve
of returning to France. She must not find
her-daughter in this low inn, in the capac-
ity Of servant, Do you think Bonneville
knows anything Of this affair?''
~ think not, madame. Mrs. bonneville,