The Wheeling daily register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1864-1878, 1876-03-10

| and alter he had encased her Tiny 1eet I'M
daunted by her loud laughter in these
droll coverings, and tied them up, he
raised himself, crossed his arms on his
breast with triumphant look, and said:
"Nowl"
An hour latter, the Bayadere once
more danced, though with a weight at.
tached to each foot, amidst the loud ap-
prevail Of the spectators.
AT last, after long voyage, came q
cry from the toretop of:
Land land"
a really touching scene ensued be-
tween Marie Rose and Peter Hello.
Il shall always think of you, and keep
the shoes as momento; l shall preserve
them as precious relic said Marie
Rose, striving to console Peter, who
brushed the tears from his eyes with the
back of his horny hand.
"Ahr he answered, shaking his head.
"YOu are going to Paris, where, amongst
new friends, you will forget Peter Hello;
you won't trouble yourself about him
any more"
"Alwaysl" she answered, as she fol-
lowed her aunt on shore.
He looked alter her as long as he
could. She turned about frequently, and
she still continued to cry odt, as She
waved her handkerchief
always, Peter, always"
Peter Hello had no means of knowing
whether the young girl kept her. word,
for he seldom came on shore, and he met
his death in the American war.
As to Marie Rose
Here, however, my narrative is broken
through by the great stream of the Revo-
luton. The raging depth of Its abyss
would make you giddy. Give me your
hand, fair reader; close your eyes, and
let lis skip over it.
We find ourselves IN the midst of the
Empire; at Malmaison, in fact, the resi-
dence of the noble but unhappy Jose.
phine who had been declared by legal
separation to be the widow of the living
Napoleon, still remaining an Empress,
still reigning in the hearts OF the French
people, who adorn her and were unwilling
10 ratify the separation
Seated ut her piano, she was at this
moment listening to deputation Of
young girls belonging to her household,
who shyly begged for permission to act
proverbs.
"Certainly, dear children" said Jose.
phine. 81 myself will provide the
dresses. Thanks to the generosity of the
Emperor, my wardrobe Is richly supplied.
Look what they have just sent me-
She tapped her foo. carelessly against
a costly fur winch lay on
the carpet. 1t was so beautiful
that Mademoiselle 5. r., the youngest
of the deputatlon, cIapped her white
hands and cried out: allow happy you
are, your Majesty"
Happy" murmured josephine
"happy"
She sank into deep reverie for q few
moments, and her fingers glided idly
over the piano. a few chords resounded;
it was the well.known romance:
"My feeting Joy has passed away,
And griei within my breast hold sway"
Then shaking of the sad memories by
which she had been oppressed, she got up.
"Come, ladies; who loves me, follow
me. You can select your dresses"
She led the way to the wardrobe. The
joyous young train followed her. The
girls opened their eyes wide as did ALI
time. There were diaphanous garments,
SO light that they might have flown away
like gsssamers, had they not been de.
tanned by the weight of the neavy jewels
with which they were adorned.
There were Spanish mantilas, Italian
mezzoraS, Odalisque wrappers all redol-
ent OF the fragrance of the East and of
the powder OF Abukir; and many other
garments So gorgeous that our Lady OF
of Loretto would only have put them on
when making pilgrimage to Paradise.
"Take what you want, children, and
amuse yourselves to your hearts content.
| will give all these pretty things up to
you which you have admired so much;
all with one exception; something too
sacred and too precious for me to allow
anyone to touch it," As she, however,
saw the curiosity sparkling in the eyes OF
all, she said, Il can at least show you my
treasure
One can imagine how fancy, the silly
passion paramount in every titteen-year-
old mind, WAS suddenly aroused in the
heads of all these children. What n
marvel this must be which was not to be
touched when they were permitted to
handle so many precious things AT will!
Perhaps dress OF the fashionable hue,
or of the color pr the sun or OF the moon,
as in the fairy tales. Perhaps the birds
egg which, according to !he story in the
arabian Nights is composed Of d a
monds, and has the property of making
one Invisible?
At last Josephine searched in she corn
er of the Imperial wardrobe, for she saw
the impatient curiosity on all faces.
She had indeed provoked it from little
innocent malice. Enough. She had
looked for and produced no gift of
Napoleon'S. the work of no great artist;
but simply the work and gift of the old
sailor. of old Peter Hello-the shoes
given to Marie Rose. Vi course You have
long since guessed it. the Empress Jose
phine and the shoeleSS dancer were one
and the same person.
When Bonaparte's sword commenced
to discover Europe, Josephine, Marie
Tsscher IA Paserie once more became a
happy Queen. She reigned for long
time; but one day great storm rose in
Europe, and the snow in Russia rose up
IN masses and covered the French troops
like a white winding-sheet. Foes poured
upon France from all the four winds.
and in the flash of swords, the thunder of
cannon. and the roar of battle, there was
as fearful CONFUSION as in an earthquake
in the Antilles.
When the horizon had once more be-
come clear, the prophecy of the negroes
had been fulfilled. The great condor,
struck BY tightening, had let the rose
fall; and the Creole from the three
islands. twice q Queen, had persisted IN
the tempest.
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