The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1875-05-21


voice cried:
otis youl 1 have found you. All, mon
anil mon anil But it was the pearl, even
as told you so in that wild Calumet.
Aud Hippolyte L'Eestrange pointed tC
the scarf-pin wore that day. "But you
are grown older, monsieur. You are
changed; and I was not thinking of you
that moment. But the great pearl shin
mered in the sunlight, and it drew my
eyes to face above it. Said 1 not that il
was charmed2"
IL is needlessto speak ofthe happines:
of that reunion, all the greater for the
mood in which it found me.
'I shall not lose sight of you again,
said M. L'Estrange. "You will go home
with me tomorrow, to Strasbourg,
Marguerite-yOu remember"-and he
smiled more brightly than before
Marguerite viii be glad to know my
friend. Very often have 1 talked of oul
days together"
Why had he not written met Simply
because be had lost my "only
this and nothing more"
It would take too long to tell of oui
delightful journey, and 1 pass on rapid
ly to the hour when the towers of Stras-
bourg rose before us, and the lofty spire
Of her cathedral pierced the clouds.
My friends chateau was outside the
walls of the city, on rising ground.
"Seel" he said, with sweep of his
hand, as the carriage rolled along,
''this is not 30 grand, SO fresh, as your
great New World; yet it is fair pic
ture."
He might well say so, The seven
gaten city lay at our feet; the blue Rhine
wound along between storied banks; the
branching jill glided through the town,
with its many bridges; in
the far distance rose the Vosges Noun
tains, and the Black Forest of Ger
many.
And now we were at the chateau, a
stately pile, iwy-clad and moss-grown,
yet bright, seemingly with an eternal
youth.
Marguerite, this is the friend of
Of whom you have so often heard me
Ripon, said L 'Estrange,
IS entered the saloon an hour after,
md fair, sweet womanly face, the face
# the Madeleine, looked up from the
'it of embroidery over which it was
,ending.
sis she like the pictnre-my Mar
yuerite2" asked my host, but before L
,ould reply, he went on: "By that
lame you first heard of her. We are
o live in Arcadia for whole enchanted
month, and, as is fitting, we are to be to
ach other Marguerite and Edward, and
Have not the kind Fates
proved that we are akin, as I told you
1ears ago9 Why else have they brought
Is together1
I bowed low above the lady's hand;
'ut 1 did not call her Marguerite" p"
Neither did 1 call her HMadams LES
range" Some subtitle, undefned feel
ng prevented that. I compromised by
lot calling her anything.
L must not make my story too long.
You anticipate all I would say. There
we're no other guests at the chateau.
We three were as isolated as Adam and
Eve in the garden of Eden. That was
ruly an enchanted week, in which we
ode, we rambled, we talked, we read,
We sang-happy dwellers in Arcadia.
And then-then-I, awoke one day to
ind there was no safety for me but in
light. This Marguerite" was growing
90 dangerously dear. 1, who pray
laily, ''Let me not be led into tempta-
ion"-what business had there, daily
ng with dangerl
was not villain; was not an idiot;
had no more conceit than my fellows;
-et l could not help seeing that Mar
,uerste's soft brown eyes grew softer
till when they met mine, and that the
Ong lashes dropped over them with a
ubtiler grace when drew near. 1 did
ot look for this; but it was there, and
saw It'll must go. -l1. aft
A determination that made known TO
1. L'Estrange the next morning,
"But you are not goingl" he said.
Tt is too soon. Did notsay you we're
0 stay month"; We will have more
.uests, il you tire of this dull life; and
ou shall see the old chateau alive with
ance and song. Ny friend you must
tay!"
"No," L answered; "your friend
aust go. Do not make it to hard for
ne to leave you"
He looked at me narrowly,
"Has anything gone wrongl" he asked,
q a low tone. "Tell me. my friendl 1
ad thought had dreamed. Is there
nything amiss with you and-Marguer-
te2"
He spoke in his own tongue now, as
ie always did when any strong emotion
TIRED him. 1 answered in mine, my