The Toledo chronicle. [volume] (Toledo, Tama County, Iowa) 1873-1924, 1875-04-22
The Story Of an Empress level.

A RICHLY FURNISHED double parlor in a
prominent hotel IN this city-two glow
ing heaters casting forth summer-like
beams, overshadowed by massive mirrors
with embossed frames. In the back par
lor group of four seated in a corner,
and a single gentleman in the opposite
corner leaning against the mantel-piece'
In the center of the group scribe of
the press was seated. The other three
were ladies, and on the bosom of one, a
golden, brown-haired charmer, one of
our New World queens, sparkled a
breastpin wondrous in its beauty and
shining like far-of Alpha Lyre.
"Come and examine this rare work of
the cunning craftsman's hand" spoke
the scribe.
The man with the pale face, the curl
ing hair and the full dark eyes, student
who had oft burned the midnight oil in
deep researches, approached the gay
and blithesome beauty, who, in her fieecy
robe of white, seemed like messenger
of light and love and joy from the other
world.
In the center of the breastpin shone
a superb emerald, worth a Kings ran
som; diamonds and pearls surrounded
it, arranged in crosses, circles, triangles,
and from its center depended lovely
pearl embosomed in shell of gold
And then, as the emerald met the eye
of the student, it seemed to sparkle with
strange light and to flash out mysteri-
GUS meanings, and, looking closely upon
the translucent star Of green, he beheld
a strange scene.
Beneath The shadow of the pyramids
of old Egypt two men sat engaged in
deadly contest, not with deadly weap-
ons, pistol, sword or knife, but with the
painted pictures that first were invented
to soothe the madness of the unhappy
Charles of France. One was Spaniard,
| tall and swarthy; the other dark-haired
son of IsraePs banished race.
"The stake is yours" cried the Jew, in
despair, and l am a ruined man.
Not so," said the other; the breast
Jewel you carry within your bosom, that
remains; stake it tagainst all | have won"
The Jew shuddered.
"That Jewel is sacred" he cried; for
| years it has been handed down to my
tribe; should lose it, life must go also.'
"He that fears should not play" re-
piled the Spaniard.
Maddened by the taunt, the desperate
gamester drew from his bosom the costly
gem in whose center great emerald
| shone.
The cards were dealt, the Spaniard
won. and then, with a wild, piercing
shrek, the Jew placed a pistol against
his head, and with his blood stained the
luster of the sparkling gold and precious
stone. The Spaniard coolly wiped away
the gore, and placed the ornament with
in his breast.
my beautiful Eugene will prize this
trinket," he muttered. A cool, dark,
silent man, the Count de Montijo.
And then another scene appeared upon
the surface of the emerald, ever bathed
with multitudinous light.
A tall, ill-shaped man, with curling
mustache and pointed imperial, forever
dreamy with the dream of destiny, in an
obscure Spanish chateau, attracted by a
charming brown-haired girl, in form and
feature, in grace, wit and sparkle the
counterpart of our heroine, and upon her
bosom regal ornament, the center stone
an emerald.
Who is yonder LADY," he asked.
"Eugenie Marie de Guzman, Countess
of Teba," was the ans yer.
The man was Louis Napoleon, and
Jan. 80, 1858, he married the girl,
whose bosom, radiant with It's mighty
enchantment had attracted his attention.
Again the scene faded, and another
appeared in its place, and this time it
showed Paris in flames, and under the
mad rule of the Commune. Sedan had
been lost, King William was master of
France, and the imperial family had fled
to the white cliffs of Albion for safety.
So sudden was the flight that in the con-
fusion some precious jewels were left
behind, and soon the mystic breast-pin,
won from the desperate son of Moses on
the plains of Egypt, was in the hands of
the Commune; and then came willy
French Jew, who, foreseeing the early
downfall of the Red Caps, cunningly
possessed himself of the emerald king,
and fed with it to this country.
"And from whom did you obtain this
beauteous charm, pImperatrice," asked
the student.
"Fr m gentleman who fed from
France Turing the trouble there" replied
the pleasant-voiced lady, and, bending
forward to adjust tiny slipper, richly
carved, solid gold comb dropped from
her shining tresses on the floor. The
scribe handing it to her, she continued
"He presented it to me, and then sud
denly disappeared"
This is the story Of an Empress Jewel.
This is no fiction, reader, but literal
fact. The lady is at present on visit
to Washington, and on her bosom she
wears the strange ornament, the center
OF WnlCu Is 6opOiu O"SAoAut onN w
would willingly wager that many of our
fair Washington bellies would give their
little fingers to examine jewel that has
sparkled on the bosom of an Empress
and that now adorns the person of a
daughter of our Republic, one who to
infinite personal charms adds the grace
OF we'll bred lady, and whose sole faul1
is tha, she does not believe such thing
as true love exists in this life Washing
ton ReDublscan.
Since the Day of Prayer for Colleges
there has been deep religious interes
at Dartmouth College. The daily prayer
meetings have been largely attended
many of the students are greatly i'm
pressed and a number have been con
verted. A powerful revival is also il
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