Delaware Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1843-1874, 1873-12-22

shudder befoe the prospect of misery th
another step would have opened upon her, b
fore she felt her heart leap for Joy for the tim
ly deliverance that came through the mini
iration of her wise husband.
"Would you object to show me those notesl
asked he.
"No, Marquis replied she, blushing; q
ought TO have shown them TO you unbiddeI
But was so embarrassed lest | should brin
trouble upon you, and my heart bled for th
unhappy young man."
She had risen mesnwhile, aud after a fe,
moments search in her dainty "sscretoire" @
ebony and ivory, she drew forth velvet port
folio, and from Its rose scented pockets took th
notes OF the love-sick captain.
DE Charnay unfolded them. and began I,
read. They were burning with love that pro
fessed to bave no hope Of return; and, as
matter OF course, the despairing adorer, VIII,
never, never could overcome his unfortunat,
PASSION had no alternative left him. He mus
put an end TO his life.
! While de Charnay was reading these pre-
I clous ef1usions: his young Marchloness lookec
on, pale aud trembling.
II was clear that she, at least, had full faith
In breteuirs menaces OF suicide; and that which
excited her interest In the affair, and was there
| iofs most likely to be more dangerous to hei
peace OF mind, was her compassion for his OK
cess OF love--a love that was to be the cause
Of death, and convert her into quasi murder.
ess.
"He will kill hmself!" exclaimed she looking
piteously at her husband.
"Possibly," responded de Charnay, with the
utmost composure. "But," continued he, with
smile that was utterly at variance with the
import OF his words, "you must die before
him."
The Marchioness started. "Gracious heay
en-" cried she, "what can you mean?"
VI mean" replied the Marquis, "that you
have suddenly grown Ill; that in few hours
You VIII become corpse, and, finally that day
aiter tomorrow You will be dead"
"oh!" J" exclaimed the young creature, 81 have
not deserved this at your hands, Monsieur. |
nave never spoken or written word that could
compromise me, TO NJ de Breteuil, and swear
before heaven, that the letters gave you were
the only ones that l ever received from him.
Why, then, ars his sins to be 50 heavily visi-
ted on my head2"
II see no other way Of escape from the pre-
dicament In which he has placed me-" was the
reply of the Marquis. "But calm-y your fears,
Ehgenie; you are about to simulate death, but
not to Die In reality. see, my poor girl, that
this fellow has touched your fancy. You are
good aud loyal; but this confounded fop has
managed to make you, If not unhappy, at least
melancholy. You are sprlshthless and lansuid
and your life is less bright than it was few
months ago. My remedy, Think will restore
your health and happiness. Win you trust your
case to me-"
Twill, said she, extending her hand.
"Ihen, tonight, will send you, under the
charge OF q confidential servant, to my brothers
estate In Tourraine. There yon shall be treat
ed with consideration, and permitted to assoc-
ate with the gentry Of the neighborhood on two
conditions. One is that you will bear another
uame, and call yourself Madame Adrien and
tha other Is that you will neither write to Yer
sailles nor receive any letters therefrom."
"You will not write to me YOURSELF"
"No, my love; my letters would have no in
terest for you, for In them would certainly
not mention de Breteuil's name"
SLOW long" began she
81 cannot say, but think that your ex lie
may last four or five months"
"Good heavens What am TO do all these
"belnenber that you are under 10 restraint.
GU can visit and be visited; you can draw and
paint, you can study and Improve your mind.
\ Oil are under one restriction only; that of be-
Ing cut off from communication with Versailles.
Vow, II these conditions are too onerous, have
but one alternative
"What is thal?"
81 must run de Breteuil through the body. y
'iod forbid But be will die OF grief
Better die OF grief than die by my hand, and
ruin your reputation, Eugenie.'
80 be 1t, then, sighed the young Marchon-
.ss. You promise Inc on your honor that !
AN not sent away for all indetiuite period
Il promise On my honor, that you shall return |
home Inlet me see--in less than four mouths |
80 the Marchioness left Versailles that night, |
ana on lhe morrow, de- Charnay appeared at |
court, and mentioned the fact of his wife, be- ,
ng seriously indisposed. The hext day she |
was worse, and the following night she died.
The Marquis and his household went ia deep |
|
eit TIE Hotel de Charnay TO carry the body of |
he Marchioness to the family vault, some dis. |
ance from Versailles.
A Few days later, de Charnay received visit |
'f coincidence from de Breteuil. The former. |
u course,saw nobody, he did for his wife, lover
more than he had done for auybody else-be |
wrote him u letter.
! was exceedingly fond of my wife,, said he |
II his missiye; "but honor, 10 me, il a deener
entiIaent than the love of a woman. can.
therefore,, bear my loss with the calm regret of |
man of mature age, whose happiness has been |
Endangered by that which would have been A |
lar heavier blow than the death OF the beloved |
)pJect. AS Tor you, however, whose PASSION |
Was beyond all bounds Of principle, and beyond |
I'll love OF life who lived but to breathe the |
iir she srealheG, and longed for death when |
lsRed you TO cease your visits to my house, |
I'M In hourly expectation of hearing that Won |
ave put an end to your intolerable existence,
And let me add that my deceased wiiu depart |
I'd this life In the full conviction that YOU womb
'ery, very shortly follow her."
'foor de Breteuil" " SAID the coulterers of the |
Dell de Boeuf TO each other, to .Ihinb of his
osing that beautiful creature Just as she was
about to fall into his arms
Three months went by, ami the MARQUIS de
L,haruaV npriuaI hal