The Andrew County Republican. [volume] (Savannah, Mo.) 1871-1876, 1874-10-23

oOItko there had Deem q deadly 1eud fOl
many years, as inveterate as that be,
tween the Montagues and Capulets,
though of late these hostilities had
been merely Of a negative character.
A party of four individuals sat over
eheir wine after dinner on a Decembe r
evening at the Maison Doree. chatting
over the gossip of the hour, the races,
the opera, the last new premiere dam
sense, spiced with an occasional politi-
ca opinion, now and then touching up
on the trial Of Bazaine, the dictatorship
Of MacMahon, OF the pretensions of the
Count Chambord, when one of those
mischief makers who are the bane of
every society, drawing his chair near to
Prince Sontko, who seemed to be the
host of the occasion, said:
"Have you heard the last bit of gos-
sip, mon prince"
Il have not. What is it ?" answered
the Wallachian, as he carefully blew
out in heavy wreaths the smoke from
his lips.
well it is said that IF Madame
! Sontko succeeds in her divorce suit, she
intends, as soon as she is at liberty, to
marry Prince Ghika," was the sinister
reply.
Nonsense" said another of the par
", who overheard the remark.
"Thst is the gossip replied the first
speaker.
Prince Sontko merely shrugged his
shoulders with assumed Indifference,
but was observed to turn pale, and in
stantly to change the conversation TO
some other subject. Indeed, his COM
panions found that the gossip, as thus
reported, had hit him hard, and that,
although he did not refer to the subject,
vet It seemed TO rankle in his mind,
causing intense irritation, until even he
VINO had conveyed the intelligence re-
GREETED having done so. However, the
party, over which a chill had thrown IL
self, soon separated, and the prince,
reckoning to him who had whispered
this uuwelcome gossip IN his ear. said:
"Wu you walk down the boule-
yardg'
with pleasure" was the response.
And 50 these two came down toward
the Place de lOpera arm IN arm, the
prince evidently striving to suppress
his inward excitement.
"Will you tell me who spoke of that
matte? he asked. as coolly as possible.
when they had passed out OF hearing Of
the rest Of the party.
81 DO not exactly feel at liberty TO DO
so, though it was openly spoken of nj
the club, but without comment" was
the cautious reply.
Nothing was said absolutely per-
sonal?"
Nothing"
Very well I will say good evening
here" and the prince abruptly left,
turning into the Rue Halevy.
That same evening a very different
scene was occurring in a house situated
on one Of the fine streets leading out Of
the Champs Elysee near the Arc de
Triomph. 1t was IN one of those ex-
quisitely arranged and artistically fur
nished French boudoirs, which are the
result of ample fortune and refined
taste combined. Here sat a very beau
tIful Parisienne at a harp, upon which
she was playing with exquisite harmony
and feeling, there being only n lis
tener by her side, and he the Prince
Ghika. The lady could hardly have
seen twenty summers, and yet was regal
in her maidenly beauty and perfection
Of form. The scene told its own story
at once. Could Prince Sontko have
seen his traditional enemy bending over
the lady's hand, and with q chaste and
salute, thanking her for the
pleasure she had afforded him ny her
sweet voice and artistic touch of the
instrument, he would have seen the
folly of the report which he had so
lately heard from the lips OF the busy
at the Ma:son Doree.
This was the afianced bride of the
young and handsome Prince Ghika, and
a happier betrothal could hardly have
been imagined, or II more appropriate
made il all the charmed cir
lie of Partisan aristocracy. Celeste de
Roche was indeed d fitting bride for