The Cincinnati daily star. [volume] ([Cincinnati, Ohio]) 1875-1880, 1880-03-25
REMEMBER.
a Piquant Adventure.
From the Parisian.l

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upset whathot full Of porcelain and
china.
q am lost nlhe said to himself. "Cour-
agep
And he gotready to rush upon whom
soever should open the door. He did
not have long to wait. The key turned
In the door and voice said:
"Oome forth, seducerp
The door opened, and in the room,
lighted BY one candle placed on the ta-
BILE, man appeared in an attitude OF
attack. Julien rushed upon him and
Knocked out Of his hands the tongs,
which fell on the floor with crash, car
rying with them in their course the can:
die. Then terrible struggle began in
the darkness.
Julien hammered away like prize
fighter, and his adversary responded
with equal vigor. The two combatants
fell.
"Loose me or I'll kill youp'
"Take that, vile seducer!"
"And thatw
"Help, Georgette, helpp
"What? Wait bit! There!'
"There, Georgettel"
A second door opened, the salon was
once more light and the two combatants
rose with unspeakable surprise in the
presence of Georgette, Blanche's maid,
who could not believe her eyes.
'Monsieurp'
"FrancosW
Julien was in his own house, in his
own drawing-room, and had Just been
fighting with his own footman.
"Ah, monsieur, pardon me. / saw
madame bring in man blindfolded, and
taking him for an audacious rival, /
wished to punish him."
"Go to the devil, idiot. Leave me both
Of YOU"
Francois and Georgette retired. Julien
remained astonished. His conquest at
the ball had been with his own wife,
Blanche. The fatal truth flashed across
his mind.
The domino was indeed Blanche, who,
after retiring to her bedroom, had begun
to,refect, and the result of her reflections
was the conclusion that the last quarter
of their honeymoon was drawing to a
close. In order to drive away this mourn
full idea, she had gone to get book in
the salon.
"Has Monsieur gone to bedT'
eyes, madame"
"What were you doing here, thenf"
ri was clearing the table, madame"
"You ought to have done SO long ago." )"
eyes, madame, but monsieur retained
me-"
"Monsieurl' repeated Blanche, with
astonishment i' -
eyes, madame" replied Francois, feel,
ing that he had almost let the cat out Of
the bag.
"Then he has only just gone into his
room%
"Only just, madame"
"How do you know, then, that he is in
bed"
81 presume that he is, madame"
"What does this all mean?' thought
Madame de Beauvoir to herself. "There
is something strange about Francois
manner" and a prey to her suspicious
she turned into her husbands room.
"The cat is out of the bag now," said
Francois to himself, as be turned out oi
the salon.
Blanche returned, pale and agitated
Had Julien come to that? Making the
servants his confd dants in order to con.
ceal his escaped Ahl her husband was
a monster, and she had loved him so and
believed in his love. Oh! she would
write to her father Immediately and tell
him what was taking place.
Thereupon Blanche sat down at the
table and began to prepare to write, but
In opening tho blotting-boek she knocked
down book, aud as the book fell let
ter dropped out. The letter was no 9th
er than the rose-colosed missive signec
; "Remember," which had sent Julien tt
the opera.
Madame de Beauvoir read the lette
and at once rang for her maid, and or
dered her to 90 and hire domino. A
soon as the maid returned Blanche dis
puised herself and went straight to tn
foyer Of the opera, where she accoste,
Julien. The rest Of the history we hav
already related.
Julien's reflections, after the exit 0
Francois and Georgette, were cut shor
by the entry of Blanche.
"You have been delivered, it appears!
Julien felt that he was ridiculous, an
20 he replied brusquely:
"What were you going 10 do at tn
opera ballw
Blanche remained calm, and, takin
the rose-colored note from her pocke
she said:
'Do you recognize this"
"My letter"
eyes, monsieur, your letter; do you III
derstandw
"Oh pardon mel"
"Neverl'
IL beseech you'll I will tell you ever!
thing"
"Well," said Blanche, after momens
hesitation, "be frank, and we will SCI
Who is the woman who wrote you thi
letter?"
sT do not know"
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