The Hartford herald. [volume] (Hartford, Ky.) 1875-1926, 1875-04-07

creature. She was there, sitting on an old
tombstone. as if overwhelmed, shivering
in all her limbs under the chilling tor
rent of rain which pitiless sky was pour
ing without interruption over her light
party dress i seized her two hands, try
ing to raise her up,
"Ah unhappy child what have you
doner =.
Eyes. most unhappy she murmured,
in a voice as faint as breath.
But you are killing yourself"
so much the better-so much the bet
terW
"You can not remain here Come -"
saw that she was unable to STAND up
alone. ....-
"Ahi Dieu bonf Dieu p,i;ssanti what
shall do2 What's to become Of you
now2 What do you wish with me p
She made no reply. She was trembling
and her teeth were chattering. / lifted
her up in my arms and / carried her in.
The mind works fast ia such moments.
No conceivable means of removing her
from this valley where carriages can not
penetrate; nothing was henceiorth possible
to save her honor; must only think of
her life. / scaled rapidly the steps lead
ing to my cell, and laid her on a chair
in front ofthe chimney in which hastily
kindled a fire. then walked up my hosts.
l gave to the miller's wife vague and
confused explanation. / know not how
much oft she understood; but she is a
woman, she took pity and went on be-
slowing on Madame de Paine such care
as was in her power. Her husband start
ed at once on horseback, carrying to
Madame de Malouet the following note
from me:
"MApANE-She is here, diving. In the
name of the God of mercy, | beseech you,
| implore you-come to console. come to
bless her who can no longer expect words
of kindness and forgiveness from any one
but you in this world.
"Pray tell Madame de Pontbrian what
ever you think proper"
She was calling me. returned 10 her
side. found her still seated before the
fire. She had refused to be put into the
bed that had been prepared for her.
When she saw me-singular womanly
preoccupation her first thought was for
the coarse peasants dress she had ex-
changed for her own water~soaked and
mud-stained garments. She laughed as
she called my attention to it but her
laughter soon turned into commissions
which | had much difficulty in quieting
| had placed myself close to her; she
could not get warm; she had a consuming
fever, her eyes glistened. ] begged her
to take the absolute rest which was alone
suitable to her condition.
oWhat is the use she renlied ssI am
not i'll. is not the fever that is killing
me, nor the cold, it is the thought that is
burning me there;"-she touched her
forehead-''it is shame-it is your scorn
and your hatred; now but too well de-
servedr
Nv heart overflowed then, Paul; ! told
her everything; my passion, my regrets,
my remorse ] covered with kisses her
trembling hands, her cold forehead, her
damp hair. / poured into her poor shat
tered soul all the tenderness, all the pity,
all the alteration a mans soul can con-
tain She knew now that loved her;
she could not doubt i'll
She listened to me with rapture.
Now" she said, "now, am no longer to
be pitied. have never been so happy in
all my life did not deserve it, have
nothing further to wish-nothing further
TO hope-I shall not regret anything"
She fell into slumber. Her parted
lips are smiling pure and placid smile;
but she is taken at intervals with terrible
spasms, and her features are becoming
terribly altered. l am watching her
while writing these lines.
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