Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1876-06-07
EuIalie LaSaIIe.

STORY OF THE REIGN OF TERROR.
%. what was love made for if twas not 4
The same amidst sorrow, and transport Al
bliss! Moore
The fascination of the French revolt
tion had reached its height; the e,
citable population, intoxicated wit
power, and maddened by the vagu
dread of the retribution of despair
goaded on by profiigate, ferocious, @
insane leaders, was plunging into tn
most revolving and sanguinary excesses
The son of st. Louis had ascended Z
heaven, the beautiful Marie Antoinett
had laid her head upon the block, tn
baby heir of the throne of the Capet
was languishing in the hands of hi
keepers, and the Girond:s.s, the tru
friends of republican liberty wer,
silenced by exile or the scaffold. L
short, the Reign of Terror, the memor
able sway of Robespierre, hung Gk,
a funeral pail upon the land which wa.
fast becoming vast cemetery. The
provincial towns, faithful echoes of the
central capital, were repeating the
theme of horror with thousand yaria-
eAohs. I<1Nh Clll ndu
gUillotine, and where that instrument
OF punishment was wanting, the fusil-
lade or the mitraille supplied its place
At this crisis, Eugene Beauvallon, a
young merchant of Toulouse. presented
himself one morning in the drawing
room of MademOiselle Eulalie Lasalle,
an orphan girl of great beauty and ac-
complishment, to whom he had long
been betrothed, and whom he would
ere this have married but for the polit-
ical troubles of the period. Eulalie was
a graceful creature, slenderly and SYM
metrically formed, with soft blue eyes,
and an exceedingly gentle expression
which was indicative of her character.
She seemed too fair and fragile to buffet
with the storms of life, and i'll fitted to
endure its troubles, created to be the
idol of drawing room, the fairy queen
of bondoir.
Eugene was handsome, manly. fell
low, of great energy and character.
The revolution surprised him in the act
of making fortune; the whirlwind
had stripped him of most of his property
but he had yet left him liberty and life.
He had contrived to avoid rendering
himself obnoxious to the sansculottes
without securing their confidence. The
tri-colored cockade which he wore in
his hat shielded him from the fatal epi- |
thet OF aristocrat-a certain passport to |
the guillotine.
Beauvallon then seated himself be-
side Eulalie, who was struck with the |
radiant expression of his countenance, |
and begged to know the reason of his |
joyous excitement.
Il have good news to tell you," he
said, gayly; 'but We are not alone, he |
added, stopping short, as his eve rested |
on the sinister face of an old woman, |
humbly attired, who was busily en-
gagged in knitting, not far from the
lovers.
so, don't mind poor old Mannette,"
said Eulalie. "The poor old creature |
is past hearing thunder. 1t is woman
/ rescued from absolute star
vation, and she is so grateful and seems
so desirous of doing something to rem
der herself useful. that l am mortified
almost at her sense of the obligation"
81 hope she has not supplanted your
femme de chGDsbre, Julie, of whom you
threatened to be jealous. MY admira-
lion, hope, has not cost the girl her
place"
''Oh, dear, no, couldn't part with
Julie" replied Eulalie, laughing gayly.
But come, you must not tantaiize me
what has occurred to make you so
gay, at time when every true French
nan wears face of mourning?"
1.-The Marquis de Montmorenel is at
liberty"
AT liberty? How happened it that
he Revolutionary Tribunal acquitted
Iim?''
acquitted him! Eulalie, does the
iger that has once tasted the blood of
lis prey permit him to escape. Is Rob-
spierre more lenient than the beast of
,rey? No, Eulalie, he escaped by the
lid of true friend. He fled from Paris
cached Toulouse, and found shelter
,nder my roof"
The cheek of Eulalie turned ashy !
ale.
"Under your roof" she faltered. ,
DO you know the penalty of shelter !
ng fugitive from justice?" !
at is death upon the scaffold." an
wered the young man calmly. "But t
etter that thousand times than the I
in of ingratitude; the sin of turning a i
eaf ear TO the claims of humanity. 4
my own noble Eugene!" exclaimed (
he young girl, enthusiastically press
lg her lovers hand. Every day in /
reases my love, my respect for you,
nd my sense of my own unworthiness. v
ut you will never have to blush for t
he inferiority of your wife," r
"What do you mean dearest?" in
nired Eugene with alarm.
This is no time for marriage" said a
ulalie sadly. ''Images of death and :
olence meet our eyes whichever way d
ley turn We were born, Eugene in
times, and our lives are q
isplaced. We shall meet hereafter; v
1 this earth, fear, our destinies will n
ever be united"
PROPHECIES of evil!" said Beauva- v
1n gayly. "Your rosy lips belle your q
oOmy angury. No, Eulalie, this dark u u
oud cannot forever Overshadow the 81
imhses of the blue sky. LIE bon temps ~ ~
'ndrdS the good time is coming r
en-, Hulalie, be sure that will claim ~ ~
ur promised hand. a. a.
The conversation of the lovers had N,
en so animated and interesting that IN
ey did not notice the moment when n.
d ManDette had glided like q spectre In
ON the apartment. n ~
fingered a whiIe.-"part- ST,
is such sweet sorrow, and finally bl
luctantly tore himself from the pres a
ee of Eulalie, promising to see her an