Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-12-24
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 ''};ith II :. tvn!vemonth from the first Flsit Of !ne fortune teiiec a child was born and reared in the ducal mansion. l was that child. CaresseG and indulged From my earliest infancy; nursed in lux ury and elegance, was happy, for he'd much of the frivolous nature of my nA- tive Paris: but. child as was. I knew that was not beloved.
 ''I saw the looks of other women as they hung over their children, and knew that such glances of affection never rested upon me. The duke loaded me with presents, but he never embraced me as had seen other fathers embrace their children, and felt that some gem was wanting in the diadem of happiness. Years passed: grew to early girlhood, and for the first time knew what it was to love. A young artist, who had been engaged to paint my portrait, fell in love with me. and his passion was returned. For the first and only time I too loved i; devotedly, enduringly The painter. minded, distinguished, was driven from that ducal mansion with scorn and con- tumely. What greater sin could he have committed2 He had dared to love the daughter of one of 1taly's proudest ao- blemen.
 ''This was the first bitter wrong of my life. The pride of others trampIed on my hopes of happiness, and at sixteen years cf age my breast was imbittered by blighted affection. My lover wrote me a letter of despairing farewell and left the country for America. To this day I know not to what part of the mighty con- tinent he went"
 Poor Pauline!"
 "A twelvemonth after this, Jeannette, the servant of the duchess, died; and on her death bed she sent for the duke and confided to him terrible secret. was not the daughter of the duchess, but a spurious child. born of low parents, and introduced into the ducol mansion by the old Partsian fortune teller" =
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 'ft was indeed terrible. The fury of the duke knew no bounds. He was a proud man, and for seventeen years he had been duped, fooled. imposed upon by the child of some wretched French woman-the child ne had introduced into the society of the noblest in the land. and whose beauty and accomplishments had been his boast. He had never loved me; there was no link of affection between us to stay the torrent of his rage. That rage was moro terrific against me, the innocent than even toward the guilty duchess He drove me from hls doors with ioathing, and I, the pamuersd heiress. wandered forth into the streets of Genoa, beggar and an outcast Be- fore reached the gates of the town 1 was overt aken by the steward of the duke, who brought me pocket-book from hia master. 1tcontained notes to the amount of three thousand pounds. My first inn pulse was to cast it in the dirt beneath my feet, and to bid the steward go back and tell his lord how had treated his generous donation; but sudden idea took possession of me. This sum Of money would enable me to go where I pleased. l might go to America-I might find him loved. Two months after this landed in New York. I travelled from city to city, but nowhere could I obtain tidings Of him sought; and at last, wearied by my lneffestqai search. my funds nearly exhausted with the exiravu- gant outlay of my travels, I found my. self in New Orleans. You know the rest"