The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1879-03-13
towards her; "you may despise my love,

towards her; "you may despise my love,
but you dare not play ;withsit" =,
,ES!".Alcidor!';:: whispered the marquise,
slime presses! My own lite and my hus'
bands are at stake. Danton has put the
counts name on the list of the prescribed
and soon my name will be added. My
state is confiscated; these jewels, which,
with sorrowful forboding. J entrusted
to your charge, are now my only property,
With them I must flee into Germany.
My carnage is at the door. We must
separate.'' = ! s.
Must I, Indeed, lose yous" sorrowfully
exclaimed the singer. Cecilia, will you
kill mel"
She ~toek his hand, and murnluIed,
'''Alcldor, be- q man, and teach me what l
ought" = - t.
"Bc it So" said Alcidor, "since your
safety depends upon it,"
"Thanks:"
"Why do you not goa" he exclaimed
presently, in bitter tone.
so! surely am not deceived in you2"
cried the marquise, clasping his hand.
"Alcidor! remember gave my hand to
the count, as my protector and deliverer,
before ever saw you; and that since the
time we met my life has been one series
of tortu:es."
"See!' she continued, leading him to
the window; "there is my carriage.
There sits the count disguised as a
servanD beside the valet. Mon Dieu |!
how the people are crowding round the
carriage, Alcidor! you" must save both
myself and my husband"
"Come, them" said he; IF my heart
breaks, I will save you both.''
He led her down the staircase to the
hall door. A crowd had surrounded the
carriage; women, with disheveled hair
men, shouting madly to each other.
"Unharness the horses!" cried man.
"Pull the servant from the box = screamed
vixenish woman. The maddened crowd
were proceeding to act upon the orders.
At this moment Alcidor stepped courage.
ouly forward. .Springing into the car
riagc, he jumped upon the seat, to obtain
position in which every one. could see
him.
MY friends" he cried, in loud voice
cam not I one of you2 How, then, car
you prevent my beloved from setting
fourth on her journey to her country
house2''
At the sound of the favorite's voice thu
faces of the mob frightened, and the,
became suddenly quiet.
Alcidor, taking advantage of the i'm
pressioo he had made, quilted the carriage
and, handing in the marquise, stepped
upon high stone, and, following the in
spiration OF the moment, commenced thu
song, In reve 81 doux!'
The crowd, which had again begun t.
murmur when the marquise mounted into
the carriage, became, rs if by magic
suddenly silent. They pressed nearer anc
nearer to the singer, who had never sang
this song before so sweetiy.
His pangs, his doubts, his grievance
his whole soul--hreathed fourth in tn,
tones of his marvellous voice; and a. b,
sung his face frightened, every tom
seemed to ne instinct with life aud mean
ing.
The people stood silently en1aptured
It mattered not to them, now that tn
carriage began slowly to move: they vii
liogly opened a passage to allow it t.
pass. Every look was fixed on Alcidor
Yes, the same crowd, which had beer
thirsting for blood, was now kept tran
quill by the spell Of the singers voice
Gradually his voise grew feeb.er, and a.
the sound of the carriage. wheels dice
away it ceased. He stepped down from
the high stone on which be had beer
standing, and covering his tace with hi
hands, retreeted Into the house. Thu
people dispersed with shouts, far into th'
night were to be heard in tho streets tn,
words of the song, "Un reve 81 dour"
The saloons OF the Louvre were bril-
liantly illuminated. 1t was the birthday
of the empress. In small boudoir, a
the end OF the grand suite Of reception
rooms, Napoleon, with Josephine by hi
side, was sitting beneath a canopy; tn
chamber!ains and generals standing b,
the folding-doors. Napoleon was in deel
conversation with two gentlemen stand
ing near him. ''Vraiment,' said he, sud
denly, and his dark eyes glanced 1ouns
the apartment like flash of lightning
Il shall be angry with you, Talma;
came to Paris to repose, and you proven
my having any"
HE who can look upon our Scipi
without emotion, must either be god O
a olockhead! 1t is true, SIRE" answere.
Talma.
Napoleon's face grew black he locke.
at Talma, and said, sharply, Gan arts
should not fatter! Do you not remembe
the old song, La flatterie es une calomnii
ALL" the emperor suddenly added, turn
ing to the other gentleman; ''cannot yo1
sing us that song. Alcidor,i it would SCUM,
we'll from your lips. But then peopl
complain that you are capricious, Alcido1
How is it that you never now sing 'Blon
del's song?' I am told you sung it i
Robespierre's time. How is it that yo
refuse to sing I'm reve 81 doux2:"
"Sire, cannot. it is so closely boun
up with many painful recollections, tina
I should break down with emotion if
attempted to sing It'll" replied Alcidor.
The emperor impatiently shook hi
head, and said, harshly, "Be maj
Alcidor.
II have vowed solemnly," replie'
Alcidor. "never again to sing that sons
sire, unless at my dying hour, Orr
Alcidor stopped, trembled; be presse
bis lips firmly together, and looked fixed
~ in the distance.
The emperor's glance at the same me
ment had wandered through The folding
: doors into the salons, and with triumph
ant smile, he exclaimed, turning towar
the empress, "Come, Josephine, let US we
come our guests
All eyes followed the imperial coupl
as they slowly wendell their way throug
the salons
Alcidor stood for some time immovs
able as statue. II must, at least, kno
whether she has forgotten the past"
So murmuriDg, he quilted the room
and mingled with the guests.
The emperor was conversing with
lady attired in mourning, whose expressi,
countenancc bore traces Of deep melal
oholy.
"Countess,' said Napoleon, "you r
turned to Paris only yesterday Tell n