Connecticut western news., 1873-07-11
LOVE CONOUERS ALL.

LOVE CONQUERs ALL.
 About the commencement of the thir teenth century there lived in the City of Paris goldsmith, who, having come originally from Tours, was called the Tourangean, though his true name was Anselm. In consequence of his great honesty and his unrivaled skill as Weler, he became not only proud burgess of the city, but was admitted as a retainer of the King, whose pro- lection he purchased-as was the GUS tom in those days. He built himself fine stone house, near the Church of Saint Eloi, in the Street St. Denis, where his forge was we'll known by all the admirers of fine jewelry. But, though beloved by the King, patronized by the noblesse, at peace with the cler- gy, and with chest firmly secured with lock of his own contriving, which said chest was we'll lined with gold and sill yer crowns, Anselm remained bachelor, nor had his heart ever huttered with the delicious throbs of love. This was, perhaps, because of his early poverty :; because when he came up to Paris he was poor. Also, he was timid, retir- ing, and filled full of poetic imaginings which, instead of being rendered into distiches and hemistitches, appeared in the chasing and chiselings of his jewels. If ever ideas of love, if desire of beauty at any time entered into the head of the Touraugean, they were soon translated into delicate engravings, little golden figures, fine forms of silver-ware, with which he delighted the connoisseurs of the Court. Add to this that Anseim was very naive and simple, fearing God first, then robbers, next the great lords, and tumults and seditions especially. His art was the one thing of his life, and any other thought was quickly re- pressed. Because of his isolation and his natural timidity, the priests and the men at arms did not think him very wise because'he spoke little, and when he did speak his voice was low and sweet like 8 woman's.
 Up to his forty first year the gold smith remained virgin heart ignorant of love. One Sabbath day, wandering | along the left bank of the Seine, with his head full of dreams of marriage, he came unwittingly into the meadow land, which has since been called Pre- aux | clercs, but which at that time was part of the fair domains of the Abbey of St. Germain. Walking through this meadow he stumbled suddenly upon poor girl holding by an old rope poor thin COW, who browsed upon the herbage close to the pathway. Seeing handsome, we'll dressed gentleman approaching her, she saluted him, saying: "God save you, Monseigneur." Her voice was so full of sweetness, so musical, and so friend 1y that Anselm felt his soul vanquished by the sound, and immediately fell in love with the girl, being, as he was, possessed with thoughts of marriage at that very time. Nevertheless, he pass ed her without speaking, being timid to the last degree with women, and it was not until he had gone by at least a bow-shot that he reflected that master goldsmith, kings retainer, and burgess of Paris might make his bow to any fair lady if he felt like it. Having muster. ed up courage, he wheeled sharp round, and came back to the girl, who still held her COW by the cord.
 ''Ah, my little one," said he, .tsyou must be very poor if you work on Gods day. Are you not afraid of being put in prison ?"
 "Monseigneur," replied the girl casting down hereyelids, 'I have moth. ing to fear because I belong to the Alb. bey there. The Lord Abbot has giver us leave to graze the COW after vespers. ,
 "Do you love your COW better thar your souls safety, my girl?''
 "Ah, Monseigneur, this poor beast is truly the half of our poor 1ife."
 "I wonder, my dear, to see you SC | oil in 4a4t with naked feet in the fields on Sunday none of the young men of the city talked of marriage to you ?'
 "Ah, no, sir. Ibelong to the Abbey, said she, showing to the goldsmith bracelet on her left arm not unlike tha worn by cattle, but without bell. Ant she smiled sadly at Anselm, who be came quite melancholy with sympath, for her sadness.
 "Why, what is all this ?" he resumed touching the bracelet where the arms o which he pretended not to understand slave. So, whoever will marry m will become a serf, were he burgess o Paris, and would belong, body ant | SOOdo, UO UAO 6UDOJ :, 1nO Oh 'OOOuAO
 his I am abandoned by every one-de serted and desolate, like beast of tn field. But that which grieves me most, said she, shedding few warm tears "some day, when it pleases the LOT Abbott l shall be married sto anothe serf. Even if I were less homely tha I am, no young man would look on m 8 second time, after he had seen this, touching her bracelet, "for the mos amorous would flee from me as from tn black death."
 } So saying, she sighed from the botto1 of her heart, and gave little pull upo the rope, to make the COW follow her. , "And how old are you?'' said Al selm.
 "I don't know, Monseigneur, but th Father Abbot has it in the registry"
 This terrible misery touched th heart of the good man, who himse had eaten the bread of misfortune, an knew how bitter it was. But this was
 depth of misery that he had nevt dreamed of. He walked by the side ( the young girl, and they went iowa, the Seine in complete silence. Ansel gazed fxedly at his young companio1
 and his artists eye noted her beautif1 features, her queenly form, the delica
 rounding of her arms, and the beaut