New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1888-12-12
A Story Of the French Reyo'
luton.

From the Boston Times.
One lovely day in August q year or
two before the frantic uprising of the
long oppressed and down trodden
people Of France, there sat in an ex-
quisite boudoir in the palace at Yer
sailes, two ladies engaged in lively
conversation. Theroom was a charm
ing little retreat with painted ceilings
and walls hung with Gobelin tapestry
OF magnificent workmanship; there
were rosewood floors, curtains Of silk
and lace, furniture OF gray and gold,
chefs-d amore of carving and enamel,
glass, lustres, gothic clocks, embroid-
cred screens, paintings by Vernet and a
Thousand other trifes and luxurious
appointments of which thefair queen
wasso fond. The elder lady, who was
between thirty-three and thirty-fo four
years ofage was remarkably beautiful,
although at first sight, q great air OF
hauteur detracted slightly from the
charm of her expression. Her car
riaee was so proud and her whole APP
pearance so distinguished one could
tell at a glance that the lady was the
Queen Marie Antoinette. Her COM
fpanion who was ten or twelve years
younger was hardly less beautiful than
her majesty. Her complexion was
char ming; her brown hair drawn back
from the temples showed to advan-
tage the perfect oval Of her face, two
large blue eyes calm and serene, q we'll
formed mouth and pearly teeth, such
was the appearance of The favorite
maid Of honor to the queen.
"Jeanne," said the queen, as she
bent oyer her embroidery frame, "I
have often heard OF the great and
wonderful power of the Socerer Count
@Cagliostro, ma belle; we will visit him
this afternoon in disguisesand beg him
TO cast our horoscope and favor us
with q glimpse into the future"
"But, your majesty" replied the
lady called Jeanne, 'What will the
king say? fear he will not approve"
"We will not inform him where we
are gong, and on my return, if the
future is to be bright one, then the
king shall hear Of our adventure"
1t was toward the close Of the day
when two sisters OF charity in black
robes and close black bonnets might
have been seen hurrying along through
obscure streets trying to elude
observation, and the taller one
held a. handkerchief to her face whenev-
ver a passerby glanced toward them.
At length hailing a public carnage,
they were driven rapidly through the
we'll lighted thoroughfares until they
came to a large house with an aristo-
cratic air; it was dark and sombre
docking outside and was surrounded
by a courtyard. The coachman open
ed the gate for his passengers, and
gave long loud knock on the oaken
door and left, after being told to re-
turn IN an hours time. A servant an
sWered the summons and the taller
lady asked for Count Cagliostro; he
bowed, and silently and noiselessly as
a shadow he glided over the thick car
pet. A bronze lamp dimly lighted up
the large and lofty hallway. Ushering
6he strangers into q magnificent
apartment, all lighted with dozens OF
perfumed wax lights in glittering can
delabras and gorgeous with velvet fur
uiture, the man announced in a loud
voice:
FTwo ladies to see the Count Gag
fiostro."
Seated at table in the center OF
the room was q gentleman near forty
years OF age, short, fair haired, blue
eyed, with q pensive expression on
his fine looking countenance, and
nobility stamped on his open and
manly forehead. This was the then
famous necromancer. The maid OF
honor trembled and chung nerYously to
the arm Of her royal mistress, but
the queen advanced with a proud
step.
"Your majesty honors my humble
abode said the gentleman as he
arose and kneeliug kissed the hand OF
the queen.
All! SO you penetrated my dis
guise?" laughed the lady, but blushing
g. little as she met the clear blue eyes
OF the count fixed upon her lovely
.countenance.
Who could ever forget the face Of
AAc1L 10 6hLUSAi1COLS, ollO lilo0U
queen who ever sat upon a throne?"
replied Cogliostro as he placed chairs
for the ladies, bowling to the ground
as he did SO. Marie Antoinette re-
moved her heavy hood and cloak and
her beauty was dazzling. ROBBED in a
soft grey silk with costly laces at the
neck and short elbow sleeves, her fair
hair Of which she was so proud dress
ed high on her head in the fashion OF
the day, and her eyes blue as wood
land violets, her throat, around which
glittered a circle OF diamonds, was
long and slender, her hands, also
flashing with gems. were perfect, the
expression OF her face severe but
noble. Jeanne also laid aside her
disguise and then the queen turningto
the count said, while a sweet smile
lighted up her countenance.
We have intrGded on your valua-
bic time | fear, but we wish you to
sayorus with our horoscope
Jeanne turned pale as the strange