The Placer herald., 1873-02-01
NUMBER 24.p

stopped, and Soiange looked out the window.
1t seemed as if she had OWNED was still
there. ran to her. got into the carr age
and shut the windows. pressed her again
and again to my heart. just then 8 clock
struck from the Church of ST. Etienne du
Mont dried her tears and closed her
mouth with triple kiss. then leaped to
the ground and rushed away. 1t seemed TO
me that Soange called me back, but fearing
that all these tears, all this tenderness would
be remarked, had the fatal courage not to
turn back, went home desperate. passed
the day writing to Solange; and sent her a
book almost in size of writing, | nd just
posted my letter when | received hers. Sho
said she had been very severely reprimanded
for her absence, and her next holiday had
been taken from her, but Soange swore to
me in any case she would be with me on the
following Sunday, even if she broke with the
mistress. also swore it, foi it seemed to
me would go crazy if seven days had to
pass without my seeing her. Moreover,
Soange said she was very uneasy at the
appearance of letter from her father, which
had arrived during her absence; it looked as
if it had been opened. Her father had con-
sented to our union rs soon as it would be
safe to announce Solange's name and rank.
passed dreadful night and worse day.
spent the whole morning in writing to So
ange. Toward 3 o'clock went off for
walk, in the hope Of distractmg my thoughts
from their gloomy channel. The days were
short, ana about 4 clock the gloomy twi-
light began. AT the corners of the streets
the heralds cried out the list of the condemn
ed | remember thinking the names of the
women and children were numerous. The
harvest of blood seemed as if it never could
be gathered 1t was almost night before
noticed where ! was, and, on looking up,
found was at the gates of the cemetery of
Clamart. | went III, scarcely knowing what
| did, and sat down on the base Of large
white monument suppose | must have
fallen asleep, for it was after midnight when
was awakened by sweet, low voice. call
ing in tones Of the most ptitul entreaty,
Albert, Albert, Albert" There was but
one person in the world who called me thus.
| started, walked, and looked around me; it
seemed to me was surrounded by heavy
mist or white cloud, when suddenly | saw
just before me the head of Solange, all drip-
ping with blood. The pale lips opened and
gain heard that pleasing voice, and again
| heard "Albert, repeated three times. 1t
seemed for few minutes my head would
burst with the pressure on it, then gradually
all faded away, and ] was left alone with
my gloomy surroundings. leaped to my
feet, and rushed like MANIAC to the school
where Solange taught; there | learned she
had been recognized, by the letter from her
father, conducted to the revolutionary Tri.
bune, tried and condemned the same day.
1t was most probable that her dear name was
being called as passed the dreadful herald.
fit representative of the bloody tribunal 1t
was months before recovered from the
shock to my nervous system, and expect to
carry through life the aching void in my
heart by her untimely end. But God ia
good, and eternity is long. We shall surely
meet again.