The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1874-01-29


, nation, stood as if transfxed to the spot,
end looked after her till his tears obscured
his vision. For moment be was undecid-
ed what to do /; but as he turned to 20 his
way his eyes fell on the sign Of a. sword
cutter on the opposite side Of the street
He Immediately crossed over and provided
himself with weapon.
zone or the other Of US must die said
he "either be, the rich marquis, or |, the
poor poet
The mood be was in brooded no delay I
that very evening, therefore, he waited for
bis rival in an arched doorway opposite the
MarneVille residence. When the marquis
apI cared, wrapped in white mantle, and
turned 70 look up at the lighted Windows
of his betrothed, Desforges approached.
ct Is you who would rob me of Mile. de
Marneyille," he began, in tone treululous
with rage. 81 love her, and if you lead
her to the altar you must cross my dead
body. Defend yourself sir ~
Ella! are you mad r. laughed the mar
quis.
Eyes, madly in in earnest. You must
fight, sir, replied Desforges.
"Fight-with you? TO do that should
he worse thln mad, should be fool re-
turned the marquis.
miserable coward r. cried Desforges
you are not worthy Of being treated as
an honorable adversary. Take that !"
And with all the energy of frenzy he
seized his rival, wound his mantle around
him so that he could not use his arms,
and then beat him with the fiat of his
sword until the disturbance in the street
brought Nile. de Marneyille to the window,
where she could see her betrothed receive
his chastising. Instead of appiauding the
the courageous friend Of her youth, she
swore vengeance on him for thus maltreat
ing the marquis, and called for assistance
Tired at las. Of belaboring his rival, Des
forgcs went his way, leaving the marqui:
70 re enter the house Of his mistress anC
repair damages.
/ /, unfortunately CHANGED that, while thu
I marquis sought consolation for the beating
I he had received in the caresses Of his lady
/ love Nine. de Marneville threatened to Us,
her influence with the Marquise de Pompa
! dour to secure the arrest of Desforges.
"That could doubtless be easily comp ass
ed" said Beauyoir, ''for the Marquis hap
pens at this moment to be exasperatet
against some anonymous poet on accoun
/ of satire of which she is the subject, an
I that has been in circulation for the last da
or two"
GLOW p asked the two ladies in breath
"Richelieu, the gallant duke, who de
lights in nothing more than in badgerin
the Marquise, sent her a copy. In her eS
ASPIRATION she threatens the author wit
her Girest Vengeance, if she discover lin
which she is making every effort to do"
"Then he has not yet been discovered?
asked Adrienne.
''Not yet"
"And would he be severely punished ?
Nothing could save him from the Ba
tile"
Adrienne arose and demanded her mar
tie.
HWhero are you going, my child y
"To the Marquise de Pompadour r
"To the Marquise y echoed the astonisl
ed Beauvoir.
"Not now, child, at this late hour" r
monstrated the mother.
cried the reyengeiul Adrienne.
The Marqulse de Pompadolr, in cons
qnence of the annoyance Desforges' satin
had caused her, was riling, and, cons
quently had retired earlier than usaul.
When Mile dc Ma-nerville was show
into Eer apartment the mistress Of Franc
shorn of all pomp, fatigued AMI pale, br
hardly less beautiful and fascinating in pa
lor, raised herself up on her sken cushion
and fixing those wonderful eyes on he
visitor that had softened many determir
ed diplomat.
at must be a matter Of real importanc,
mldemoiselle, that will excuse your wal
ening me, for am net at all well to- night,
said the Marquise, in kindly tone.
"My mission will result, | trust, Nine
lie Marquise, in removing the cause Of you
inoisposition.'
"An1 that is-?n
1.-The satire which,
Not word about that, | beg of you
would | could not think of it again
Still, cannot deny that it is clever"
"But, madame, would you not be gla
to discover its author ?"
"Gladf | know not what l would no
give to find him out" ~
THAT you can do through me. I as
only that you keep the name of your infor
mani secret"
We'll, promise"
"And that his punishment be severe,
added Adrienne.
ooh, you can safely leave that to me-
His punishment shall be such as to wea
him from any desire to ever write anothe
line of verse, my word for that
"Here, then, is the manuscript
The Marquise ran her eyes hastily owe
it. But the name of the author ?" sh
aeked.
"Desforges.''
''Is this his handwriting
''Itis.n
"And how shall reward you, my child'
asked the Marquise, overj Dyed.
81 will first see, in the severity wit
which you punish Desforges, how great
recompense you think my service merits.
''Ia if you wait till then, fear ther
is nothing you will not have the courage t
ask, replied the Aarqulse, laughing.
Before morning DesfOrges was secure
lodged i'll the Bastile.
For several days bime. de PompadoI