The Findlay Jeffersonian. [volume] (Findlay, Hancock County, Ohio) 1870-1881, 1878-06-14

'ld his forehead.
= 1t was the same with the murde,
- bechouard, whom we met on our W
- from England. saw him seated besi
~ me with his eyes turned in his he,
u = eyes such as we saw when we found hi
:; and Drieux Ialways ssawstabbed throu,
y, =, the body.
\. After the duel that / had with O
,r poor friend | came to life again. l HI
g been certain 1 should kill MIN if 1 foug
W nm. But the meeting had taken plac
d and was the one wounded. 1 bless.
! hlr1 for having forced me into the qua
" rel. If L could have been deceived ono
# my gift of second sight was not infallibl
a The fated power that 1 thought l hs
: might not be in my possession. L rea
1 oned thus, and 1 was happy. 1 did
: wish for happiness Life seemed TO n
to become all at once so wonderful an
beautiful. 1 hoped long to enjoy it.
Il hoped so yesterday-hoped so th
1 morning, only few hours since. No
all my hope has vanished. I kne,
Drleux has been murdered. He died a
, toreknew he would, l made no mis-
take--I cannot make mistakes, alas OF
such subject And now know shal
die soon. Life has no more to offer me
All is lost-all is over,
As Stachovitch ended his sad story h,
SINK back in his chair, covered his face
with both hands, and sobbed aloud.
did all could to calm him. When
found nothing would do l called in his
old servant who began comforting him
IN Russian, and at last we got him to
bed. While he was undressing ran
Tor q doctor, and was fortunate at that
hour IN getting my old friend. When
we reached the bedside of Count Stacho.
witch he was in troubled slumber. The
doctor felt his pulse, and said he had
high fever. He gave his servant some
directions, and said he would be back
next morning.
spent nearly all night by the sick
bed of my friend. But at dawn, having
grown very sleepy, and seeing that Sta
chovitch seemed quiet, I left him to his
Russian servant, who promised not to
quit his chamber,
1t was late next morning when I woke.
dressed III haste and went to my
friends room. The concierge stopped
me at the foot of the staircase.
@You will no. find any one at home,
he said. an lie Comte and his servant
left this morning at seven o'clock"
"Gone? Where?" 1 asked.
Il do not know. NJ lie Comte went
past my loge without even looking up
His servant, who had little valise in
his hand, said I'VE shall be away for a
lday or two."
heard no more. 1 next went to see
Stachovitch's sister.
Madame la Comtesse," they said, "is
not at home" l next called upon Mad
anne de Baudry. She received me i'm
mediately, snd before 1 opened my
mouth put a paper into my hand"
| What does this mean?" she said.
A few lines we're written in haste, and
ran as follows
Il am obliged to renounce forever my
lIfe's happiness. Do not blame me.
am innocent. fity me; | am most
wretched. Console Marie.
BORIS STACHovITCH.
What use would there have been ex
plantations? The only ons that seemed
possible was to say I thought the poor
young man was mad. And that would
have been no comfort to any one. 1 did
not like to burn my ships Something
might occur to bring things right sgain
So only told her that Stachovitch haC
been very i'll the evening before and had
left early in the morning that his lettel
was written under feverish excitement
and that l did not think it worthy o
any great consideration. In short
begged Madame de Baudry not to thinl
hardly of her niece's suitor, but 10 wal
for further information.
A long time, however, passed before
heard anything more of Boris Stacho
witch. The Comtesse de Vllliers, upor
whom repeatedly called, was never a
home 10 me. understood at last tha
she did not wish to see me, but beini
deeply anxious as to the fate of m,
young Russian friend, l ventured a
last to write to her.
! My brother is not WELL" she answer
ed. "His physicians have ordered hin
to southern Russia, where he is at pres
: on one of my fathers estates He
', getting better, though not very rapidly
!, l shall have great pleasure in writing
YOU, as soon MS 1 have any good news {
tell YOU"
:. Years have since passed. Madame
Comtesse has never again written to ms
but | met with a cousin Of Boris, th
, same we spoke Of the day when we fir
:, met, and when he first broached to me hi
, theory of this little, little world" Fror
T HIM learned the fate ofmy poor frienC
o After leaving Paris he went back
the same lonely country house, where b
- had gone once before after the death {
his brother and the young girl he ha
/, first loved. There he lived six month
A in complete solitute, with nobody
. speak to but his servant, who found hir
: one morning lying dead before th
;. looking glass in his bed room. He ha
4 stabbed himself to the heart, thus reali
; ing by his own hand the vision that ha
! haunted him of dying young.
a / could not but feel had expecte
this, and the news of his death cause
. me more sorrow than surprise.
a Marie de Massieux did not die of gri
=, for the loss of her lover; on the contrar
she consoled herself before long, and
do not blame her 1t is both brave ar
a. sensible to submit to an inevitable 10:
,e and act accordingly. All oracles
r wisdom-ancient or modern-tell US 5
After all, this life is tarribly deceptiY
d 1t promises a great deal that it has I
a intention to perform. Happy are tho
It. who having secured little comfort,
s little happiness, enjoy it to the utmo
1 without anxiety or regret. Marie (
I Massiex must have been a woman
ly this kind. She married kindly cou
d, try gentleman, and her life seems We
~ happy. met her not long since wal
ID ing in the Champs Elysees with her tv
ID children. She was proud, fair, and e
ished. One might have sworn th
lg nothing ever troubled her peace, al
he that when abe should hs o;obtu s