The daily intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Territory [i.e. Wash.]) 1876-1881, 1878-07-22
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1t YVES midnight, and a bride of rare
beauty was seated within a luxuriou :
boudoir Of the gay city. capital of
France. A dainty femme de ctamJre had
but just left the apartment when Fred
erick de la Tour, the yousg husband in
question, entered
Madame de Ia Tour was seated near
an open wood fire, the folds Of beauti-
ful robe of soft texture thrown around
her
My darling, exclaimed de la Tour,
Il could not come before
As he spoke he threw himself upon
his before her.
Our friends have just gone = asked
his listener.
Yes, and L am with YOU
DO not kneel, Frederic, there is room
for you on this couch, continued Mad
anne de la Tour.
Let me remain thus. 1t seems as if
| must be dreaming; that all this hap
piness cannot be real; that you are not
indeed mine to love and cherish.
cannot remove my eyes froiu your dear
face. dreading that you will vanish
from my view.
BE very sure that do not propose
to vanish. responded Madame de la
Tour. Yesterday was the widow of
Lord Melville, and today | am Louise
de Ia Tour. your wife. You see, strange
as it may seem, you do not dream
Frederic de la Tour had good reason
to suppose that a fairy had been med.
ding with his affairs. Within a few
months past he had enjoyed streak of
inexplicable good fortune He had be-
come rich and happy beyond his fonG-
est hopes.
One afternoon, while returning from
his Office, he was in the Rue. st. Honore
accosted by a lady who was driving in
q magnificent equlpage.
Monsieur! Monsieur! she called.
The footman had lowered the steps
and motioned to do Ia Tour to enter
the carriage. Astonished beyond
measure he mechanically obeyed.
i have received your letter, Mon
sieur, continued the lady in a charm
ingly musical voice.
a letter from Tue, Madame re-
sponded frederic, In a tone of sur
prise.
Yes; did you not write me?'
Never, Madame, to my knowledge
was the respectful rejoinder.
You will kindly excuse, Monsieur
continued the lady. Il have made an sb-
surd mistake, and my only excuse is
that you so greatly resemble friend of
mine, that | mistook you for him.
Great heavens she added, much con-
fused; what must you think of me !?
And yet the resem blanee is striking
Ere the lady had completed her ex-
planatiou, the carriage had been driven
into the courtyard of magnificent
hotel. Frederic, Of course. offered his
hand to assist his companion to
alight.
Il would explain further. Monsieur
continued the stranger. Il am Lady
Melville
De la Tour bowed. BY the beauty
of the speaker he was positively dazzl-
ed, and accepted with delight an invi-
tation TO call.
My name is Frederic de la Tour. he
said; Il am only struggling artist
The singular meeting described had
resulted, as has been said, in the mar
riage OF de la Tour.
Come and sit beside me- continued
Madame de la Tour. Il have some
thing to say. but cannot speak while
you remain kneeling. 1t is quite a
story and must be told to you
Frederic obeyed.
Once upon q time continued Louise.
/ knew you would tell me some fairy
story, exclaimed the young husband;
but while you speak it is music.
Nay, listen to me. friend. Once up
on time there was young girl, born
of parents who had once been rich.
AT the age of fifteen she was brought
to Paris by her father, who found that
at Lyons he was gaining but little
money. For four years that father
struggled against adversely, but finally
illness seized him. To be brief. dear
Frederic, he died in an hospital, and
soon the poor mother followed. and
the poor girl was left alone. Had
there been fairy in the story l relate,
he certainly would have appeared. but
there was none. The girl was in Paris
without relatives. without friends. and
crippled by debts which she had no
means to pay She sought work but
obtained none
Time passed. At length every cent
was gone. and for twenty four hours
no particle of food pessed her lips
Oh Frederic, you who have never
known hnnger and misery cannot un-
derstand the suffering / might picture,
cannot know the pain endured when
forced to beg. and yet to implore aims
the girl was compelled. AZ dark one
evening she crept forth from her lodg-
ings: the night was cold and rainy. In
her desperation she accosted young
man, who halted. searched his pockets,
and then threw her coin. At that in
stant gend preceived the girl.
Come. he said. arrest you for beg
ging. You follow me to the lookup.
AT these words q cry of despair was
wrung from the lips of the unfortunate
woman. Quickly the young man in
This young girl is an acquaintance
of mine. | know her; there is no beg
eing in the question. Come, be con-
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