The Weston Democrat. [volume] (Weston, W. Va.) 1875-current, 1879-08-16
Il TERRIBLE REV.ENGE
II Story of the french
Revolution.

The Countess de In Floret was
one of the most beautiful and ac-
complished women in FRANCE, and
the Count, her husband, was the
very flower of the old nobleSsc.
Before her marriage she had the
misfortune 10 become acquainted
with n young officer, namcdi Pierre
Duhcln, who at once conceived for
her the most passionate attach
mcnt.
His attentions were, Of course,
discouraged by the lady; but nev-
crthelcss ho insisted upon making
her a tender of his hand, which she
declined with firmnoss, but, at tho
same time, great kindness and con-
sidcration, assuring him that she
felt deeply grateful for his earnestly
expressed admiration, and hop
ing he would yet find one more
worthy than herself to become his
bride.
Duhcm listened with apparent
calmncss to her words, but Il keen
observer would have been prepared
by the deadly palor that oyerspread
his brow and the nervous twitching
of the thin, bloodlcss lip, for the
fearful outbreak that followed.
as that your final, irrevocablc
detcrmination?" he asked in Il low,
kissing tone, ut the same time sciz-
ing her white arm roughly.
at is" she answered, and would
have proceeded still further in her
attempt to conciliatc him, but ho
interrupted her fierccly.
"Listen to me-" he cried, and she
shrank back trembling from the
cold, flashing gray eyes; ''Listcn to
mc-you triumph now; but mark
me, my day will come yet. Icurse
you from the bottom of my heart,
and my own hand and brain shall
work out the fulfilmcnt of that
curse. Ifyou ever we'd, l will gloat
over the dying agonies Of your hus-
band"
"Ieave me, leave me-" was all
she had the strength to say.
He only held her white arm
tighter in his iron grusp,and Kissed
closer in her ear: "You think these
are idle threats, but so sure US the
sun is in heaven will l make them
u terrible truth. Woman,you have
made IL demon Of me. Tremblc at
the ticnd you have yourself raised
up" So saying, he dashed her
from him and rushed from the
house.
"Time passed on, and, Jas tho
happy wife Of the Count dc Ia
Florct, the terrible scene that so
shortly preceded her marriage was
almost erased from her memory,
and nothing occurred to mar the
serenity of her everyday life until
the outbreak Of the Revolution
that fearful saturnalia ofblood that
spread terror and dcsolation all
over Europe.
In common with others, the
young Count and his lovely wife
were forced to fly before the fury Of
the oxaspcrated populace. Assisted
by IL devoted friend, who, though Il
warm Republican, remained true to
them, they succeeded in making
their escape from Paris, and aided
by the passes he had secured,
reached, unframed, tho little vii
lage of Colleure. After passing Il
night in this place, they once more
set out on their journey toward the
coast, when suddenly, at the out
skirts of the town, tho carriage was
stopped by a platoon Of soldiers
drawn up before the horses heads.
Count &c Ia Floret spoke word
of encouragement to bis terrified
wife, and was about to spring out
to inquire why they were stopped
when they carried passes from the
National Assembly, when suddenly
the coach door was thrown open,
and harsh voice commanded
them both to alight.
Pcrcoiving that resistance was
worse than useless, the Count step
ped out and assisted his wife TO fol
low. Almost instantly he was
rudcly seized by two soldiers, while