The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1878-03-20

gular power.
"Allow me to ask" inquired Bar
beroux, turning away from the pierc
ing gaze of the cold grey eyes, "dt
you mean good or evil towards
me ?n
Neither one or the other" wa'
the response 81 shall guard your
destiny. that is all. Now let me tel
you. The Corbys have passed from
plebeanism to nobility. If you viii
be influenced by me; if you will
act as the manikin and let me pull
the strings, l will serve you.n
Impressed by the words OF the
stranger, and eherishing the wish to
win Henriette, Frederick yielded.
"Come, enter with me-" continued
the doctor, as the servant opened the
door.
"Allow me to present to you, y
said the physician, addressing Ma
dame Corby, "my young friend,
Frederick Barberoux, the hope oil
making your acquaintance induced
him to come to Villenoison."
The interview between Madame
Corby and Barberoux was satisfacto-
ry. When the visit was concluded,
she turned to her daughter, and ex,
pressed herself as pleased.
This young stranger is an agreea.
BILE man. she said, addressing Hen
riette. ADO you not think so ?n
"Yes; be impressed me as being
agreeable" responded Henriette
"and yet l do not like him."
"As usual, you are absurd, and
will at once retire to your room" "
was the angry retort
Henriette obeyed, and remained in
her apartment until evening
1t was twilight when a young man
entered the enclosure contiguous to
the garden. No one had observed
him. Beneath his arm be carried a
book, which seemed to contain
sketches. Patiently he waited, lis
tening eagerly for a footstep.
1t was nine O'Clock, when Camille
Borne, for such was his name, heard
the gate open, and saw figure glide
into the enclosure almost exhausted !;
be fastened to meet the one who ap-
preached.
How late you are," murmured
the young man.
IL came as soon as | could" re-
sponded the trembling voice of Hen
riette.
You have been weeping" resum-
ed Camille.
"No, I am only sad" whispered
the young girl.
"What has happened, my darling
Speak. tell me sll?"
Il cannot be always gay, dear
Camille" urged Henriette. "Why
even the birds do not sing through
out the year.
"Of whom do you think when you
are sad ?"
cot you, Camille, and sometimes
| am filled with a feeling Of remorse
for having loved you so dearly, so
tenderly.n
"Wby should you feel remorse, my
Henriette i? Is it your fault that
heaven created US one for the other
One evening We met here by acci-
dent. l was drawing the church
When / saw you my heart
was troubled. You looked at me
and blushed Then you disappear
ed. / came the next day. You also
and again blushed. |
.rembled, and realized that /
loved you. j offered you a flower,
but why recall all this ?"
Yes, think We loved each other" 4"
said Henriette, solemnly.
"Your parents did rot know me-"
Camille. 81 am land
scape painter. loved nature as a
sister you loved her also. Should
your family not conset to our union,
and disinherit you, | shall always
find work to do in some other land. :"
Henriette seemed lost in profound
reverie
Steps were Leard in the garden.
1t was Monsieur Corby, who always
wstered his flowers by moonlight.
Henritte made a sign to the artist,
and hed-a sad presentiment weigh
ing on her heart.
Some weeks elapsed, when one af.
tcrnoon Frederick Barberoux was
stopped on the place du Carrousel by
the Doctor. They talked for a long
time ccnfdentially. Let Us return to
Villeuoison, where we shall learn the
subject of their interview.
Matters had progressed quickly.
Madame Corby, influenced BY the
had disposed of her daugh-
ter's hand. Haste was one of the
many peculiarities of her character.
Nothing remained but to sign the
contract.
On the day appointed the Doctor
and Barberoux arrived at Nillenoison.
Everything was prepared for the
Several times during the
ceremony, Henriette seemed about to
speak, to resist the cold glanees of
the physician controlled her, and she
remained silent; but scarcely was
the formality concluded than she
and was carried to her room.
q night of suffering followed, and it
was not until near dawn that she
was relieved by quiet sleep.
The morning came, and feeling
stronger, Henriet,c sought her eath-
er's room, and in answer to her
knock was bidden to enter.
"It is /, Henriette, dear father"
she said, approaching gently.
my poor child, you were i'll last
evening. My dear Henriette, even now
your forehead is burning with fever
Do you still suffer-" inquired de Cor
by, tenderly.
II suffer here" responded the girl,
placing her hand over her heart.
The pain is great and most oppress-
iye."
"Why do you suffer thus 2" re-
sponded Monsieur de Corby.
because l have an incurable
murmured Henriette, softly.
"You need the advice of physi.
cian.r
NO. interrupted the young girl.