Morning journal and courier., 1881-01-12

Story ofthe VFomn n in the Iron Ma sk-An
 Altogether Novel Use for Brfe-a-Brae
 Helmets-A Lock Which Defies the Lock-
 smiths.
 Paris Correspondence New York Times.l
 On the banks of the Marne close by the village of R., and about three e-quarters of an hour distant from Paris stands the chateau of the Marquis of R. It is very grand old chateau, built at time when every country residence was fortress, and tourists travel thither from afar to admire it's turrets and it's donion and it's portcullls and, above all. it's armory, which is said to contain the finest private collection of offensive and defensive weapons in France There hangs the authen- tic suit of armor worn by Francis I. Marig man, and no less authentic bucker brought back by one of the noble owners ancestors from Palestine, where once it had been car ried by Saladin. There, too, is to be seen the stglaive of justice," before which fell the head of the count of Montmorency-Bout vile, with illustrious c,issadds and celebrated brassards and daggers and rapiers and cimi- ters, each with it's especial history. But the gems of the gallery are the helmets, of which there are specimens of every shape and epoch, from the humble marion of the retire to the plumed and gilded casque of the knight In fact, helmets are the particular hobby of the marquis, who is, or rather was, prouder of his collection than of anything else in the world, until he took unto himself a wife, when, so long as the novelty of the situation lasted she assumed the first place in his affections. But the marchioness, who is a restless little Parisienne, did not like the village of R. nor the chateau of R. She found the neighbors dull, and saw no charms in the Sunday evenings game of whist with the notary, the cure and her husband. Time hung heavily on her hands; she had nothing to do, and so looked about her for some dis traction, as she was as much out of place in -l1 L. I,n bird inside of cannon. She found it nat urally most people find what they want if they seek diligently and are aided by the devil as she was, for the distractor appeared in the form of MT. T. F., the son of an emi- nent Parisian doctor, who has villa in the environs. All through the summer their fir tatiops went on nicely, if wickedly; but as usual, the pitcher went to the well too off, ten. One of the servants considerably in- formed his master of madame's "carryings- on" and when monsieur came in unexpected ly upon the turtle doves last Wednesday evening he was not left in any doubt. Mir. T. P. jumped out of the window and was not shot after; the lady dropped on he, 3, knees and asked for mercy. Madame" said M do R., with a calmness more terrible than would have been an expl osion of wrath, ''be good enough to get up and accompany me-" ssBut-this costume" she ventured to protest. "Is perfectly appropriate" was the reply, and, like another statue of the commander, he led the way to the armory s.It is all over with me- thought the marchi- oness, .'he means to cut my head of, " bui they passed by the s'glaive of justice" and never stopped until they reached the helmet department. So far the prologue. Or Thursday morning, as the milk carts came 1T at the Grenelle gate of the Notifications their drivers were astonished to see female sitting on the pavement clad only in 8 chem ise, but with her head surmounted by ar