The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1877-06-29

that requisite ?" demanded Emile, who
saw the serpent lurking beneath his flow
cry language.
"Give me the lasting beauties of the
mind, and / care not for the fading
beauties of a pretty face" cried Dash
ington.
Soon after this interview terminated,
and Sir Charles rose to depart. Emile
week.
81 shall expect your communication
with impotence, said Washington, bow.
ing himself from the room.
AS he crossed the long gallery to reach
his carriage he muttered, in sufficiently
loud tone to be overheard by servant
who had kept close behind him:
"What a monster But for the gold
that gilds her hideous face, 1 never
could have gone through the interview.
But her manners are easy and elegant,
and her voice-how can such sweet
sounds proceed from such repulsive
lips?"
Those remarks were duly reported to
Emile Lamont, and they were not likely
to advance Sir Charles Dashington's suit.
MClC iuollbutCo tOOub LID
HABITS and prospects, and nothing very
favorable to that gentleman was elected.
The consequence was that one evening,
as Washington was preparing to go to
one of his accustomed haunts of vice,
the following note was placed in his
hand
"Mademoiselle Emile Lamont begs
leave to say to Sir Charles Dashington
that he need not take the trouble to re-
peat his visit to Larose."
This unexpected termination of his
suit destroyed all Dashington's hopes of
retrieving his position, and to "avoid
the wrath that was to come from tail
ors, shoemakers and other creditors, he
fled from Paris to Baden, where he soon
afterward lost his life in gambling
quarrel with Russian nobleman.
The novel announcement of Emile
Lamont continued to attract many per-
sons to Larose. All admired the beauti-
full grounds and magnificent reception
room, but, when Emile appeared, her
frightful face drove them away in dis
gust.
At last Victor st. Aubyn, poor but
accomplished youth, ventured to advance
his claims. He was of an old, respect
able family, which had become impover-
ished during the stormy days or the
French Revolution. At 20 Victor went
to Paris to begin the battle of life. Like
Alexander the Great, when he set out to
conquer the world, he took nothing but
hope the Grecian hero depended for
success on his sword-Victor relied on
his pen. He was graceful and elegant
writer; but, poor and friendless, his sue
cess was not equal to his genius he was
obliged to write for bread, not fame.
Victor was not discouraged by his want
of success. He was persuaded that the
dark clouds which lowered over him
would at last be dispelled, and that the
world would acknowledge his merit.
Young st. Aubyns dreary existence was
sometimes frightened by delightful
dreams.
In these exquisite moments his disap-
pointment was forgotten, and his cheer
less chamber was changed as by magic.
He saw before him galleries of light,
airy beauty, filled with lovely women,
who crowned him with amaranthine
wreaths as he approached. One morn
ing, while Victor was dreaming a gor-
geous dream like this, the ETHEREAL
fabric was suddenly demolished by
gentleman coming in and exclaiming,
Victor, would you like to change this
poor room for a charming retreat near
Paris, beautiful villa in the midst of
sunny groves and blooming gardens?"
Certainly most desirable ex-
change, my dear Eugene But how is
it to be done2 2"
"By marrying Emile Lamont"
And, pray, who is Emile Lamont ?"
"Who is Emile Lamont? Why, all
Paris is ringing with her name"
" The sound has not assembled SO high
as my room. Tell me about her."
Emile Lamont, better known as the
Lady of Larose, has announced that she
will accept the addresses of any gentle
man who pleases her, and bestow on him
fed with an inconceivably ugly face.
Many have visited her, but only one
gentleman as yet has mustered mp suf-
ficient courage to pop the question.
Really, Eugene, this is most singu-
lar and interesting affair. am tempted
to visit the Lady of Larose, merely out
of curiosity"
"Do so, Victor; perhaps something
may come of it. Good-by."
A few days after this conversation Vic
tor put on the best suit of clothes that
his wardrobe contained, and proceeded |
to visit the Lady OF Larose. He did not
go ut once to the house, but wandered |
about the grounds delighted with the |
beauty of the scene. A new surprise
met him at every turn. In one place he |
came to little rivulet running through |
the grassy turf, which was gemmed with |
q thousand flowers. Here he came |
across grotto, whose cool recesses
wooed him to enter. In another place
he saw fountain of water sparkling in |
the sunlight. He reached the fowery
eminence, which was adorned with a |
pavilion so delicately constructed that it
might have been the work of fairy hands. |
Around and about the spot gorgeous
pheasants and stately peacocks walked |
with pompous steps. AT last his eyes
rested upon the browning glory of the
scene-the superb villa of Larose.
Victor advanced with hesitating steps |
to the magnificent porch, where he was
met by servant, who politely invited
him to walk into the house. Entering
the saloon the poor young man was |