The Republican journal., 1873-11-06


De Charnay unfolded them, and bcg;u
to read. They were burning with love
but with love that professed to have III
hope of return; and rs a matter of course
the despairing adorer-who never, never
could overcome his unfortunate passion
! had no alternative lett him lie must PM
an end to his life
| While DE Charnay was reading these
precious effusions. his young MarchioneSs
looked on, pale and trembling 1t was
clear that she, at least, had full faith il
De Bretonils mcnaces of suicide and thai
which most excited her interest in the al
| fair, and was therefore likely to be more
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 con
vert her into Il qa0sj murderess.
lie will Kill HIMSELF" exclaimed NE,
looking piteously at her husband
Possibly responded De Charnal
with the utmost composure But, con
tinued he with 4 smile that was utterly at
variance with the import Of his words,
''you must die before him
The MarchiOnoSs started. -'tiracious
heaycn.' cried She, What can YOU mean
II mean, replied the Marquis, THAT
You have suddenly grown i'll; that in a
few hours you will become a corpse, amt
finally that day after tomorrow YOU will
be dead"
"Oh," exclaimed the young creature
II have not deserved this at your hands,
Monsieur. | have never spoken or written
a word that could compromise me to NJ
Brctcuil and | swear before heaven that
lott |
that | ever received from him Why.
then are his sins to he visited on my
head >"
Il sec no other way OF escape from the
prcdicamcnt in which he has placed me, "
was the reply Of the Marquis. But calm
your fears, .Eugenie; YOU are about 70
simulate death. but not to die in reality.
| see, my poor girl, that this fellow has
touched your fancy You are good and
loyal but this contounded top has managed
to make You. if not unhappy, at least
melancholy. You are sprightliless and
languid, and your life is less bright than
it was a few months ago, Ny remedy, |
think, vii! restore YOU to health and
happiness, VIII YOU trust Your case to
me -
II will, :" said she extending her hand
Then, Tonight will send you, under
the charge Of n confidential servant, TO
my brothers estate in Tourraine There
YOU will be treated with consideration
and permitted to associate with the gentry
of the ncighborhood on two conditions.
One is that You will bear another name,
and call Yourself Nine Adren; and the
other is that you viii neither write to
Versailles nor receive any letters there
from.
You will not write to me yourSelf?'
No, my love: my letters would have
no interest for YOU, for in them l would
certainly not mention De Breteuil'~ name. :
How long began she.
II cannot say; but think that your
exile may last four OF five months
Good heavens What am to ito all
these moths ,"
''Rcmcmber that YOU are under no re-
straint. You can visit and be visited;
YOU can draw and paint; YOU can study
and improve your mind You are under
no restriction only-that of being cut of
from communication with Versailles, Now,
if these conditions arc too onerou~ have
but one alternative.
What is that p
II must run De Brrtcuil through the
body.
'.God forbid But he Will die Of grief"
Better die of grief than die by my
hand and ruin Your reputation. Eugenic. :
$50 be it, then" sighed the young
Marchioness. "You promise me on your
honor that / am NOT sent away for an in
definite period p
Il promise on my honor that You shall
return home Inlet me >ce-in less than
four months.
So the Marchionc<9 left Versailles that
night, and on the morrow De Charnay ap-
pearcd at court and mentioned the fact of
his wife being seriously indisposed. The
next day she was worse. and the follow
inc day She died
The Marquis and his household Went in
deep mourning. and splendid funeral
cortege left the Hotel Charnay to carry
the body of the Marchioness to the family
vault, some distance from Versailles
A few days later DE Chamay received
a visit of coincidence from De Brcteuil.
The former of course, saw nobody, but
he did for his wites lover more than he
had done for anybody clSe--he wrote him
4 letter.
Il was exceedingly fond OF my wife,
said he in his missiNe; but honor. to me,
is q deeper sentiment than the love OF
woman. | can, therefore, bear my loss
with the calm regret of q man OF mature
age, whose happiness has been endangered
by that which would have been far
heavier blow than the death of the beloved
object As for YOU, however, whose pas
sion was beyond all bounds OF principle,
and beyond all love of life; who lived but
to breathe the air she breathed, and longed
for death when asked YOU to cease Your
visits to my house, [ am in hourly eXpec-
tation of hearing that you have put an end
to your intolerable existence And let me
add that my deceased wife departed this
life in the full conviction that YOU wonld
very, very shortly follow her.
Poor De Breteuil !" said the courtiers
of the Gil de Bpuf to each other; ''tC
think of his losing that beautiful creature
inst as She was about to fail into his arms,
Three months went by, and the Marqui,
de Charnay decided that it was time tC
terminate his wife's exile. She resuscitat
ed at midnight he met her al the port'
cocherc ard giving her his arm led her tc
her boudoir. and seated her on the satin
| lounge.
You look WE'LL Engenic. and pretliel
| than ever
"Unfortunate De Breteuil" was the re