The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1891-08-09
Sedan was merely the

was defeated. Sedan was merely the
corollary."
''And were you at Sedan alsoi"
Yes; saw the end. When MacMahor
got his wound it was still early Ia the
morning; he gave his command the Ducrot
who was in his right senses, and perceived
that our only hope was TO break through
70 the westward and gain Mezieres. But
the French were doomed. DeWimpffen
who had been appointed MacMahon's con-
tingent successor by orders from Paris
was mad enough TO not only countermand
Ducrot's orders, but to prepare TO pierce
the enemy's lines to the eastward and
march for Metz. You may imagine, made
moiselle, the confusion 1t soon became
CONSERVATION, and, with some panic. Mean
while the Germans encircled us; from the
surrounding hills their cannon played
on US, converging. We could do nothing
what we could we tried. In the morning
had, az Napoleon's request, headed our
line at Daigny, and held it for two hours,
and later, when Oonay at last gave way
before the Fifth and Eleventh corps al
Fioring and we were all being driven IN
upon our center, Joined in the charges oil
our Seventh cavalry, and / believe II was
there won the cross. AT any rate was
pretty badly hurt there, and late in the
afternoon, while lay inside the fortress
listening 10 the cannon and wondering II
any would be left alive by morning, the
emperor came in.
HE looked as IL he had been wounded to
death himself; and so he had, though moi
by sword or bullet. His heart and spirit
were broken. But he saluted me courte-
ously and said: We are ruined, M. de Line
l am about to order the white flag TO be
hoisted. But wish to say to you that it is
not your fault that France falls to-day.
ia
have also exposed your life like brave
man, and in q manner to effect the best re-
suits. You have done well, and l thank
| you. In an hour shall cease to be en-
peror; meanwhile, let me Destow upon you
what is in my power to bestow.' He then
gave me the cross from his breast, and put
IL my hand folded paper-the patent OF
nobility. Il have observed your conduct,
he said, and provided this recognition of it.
Had destiny been kind to US you should
have been great in France
at was very nice of him." replied Olym-
pia. ''No wonder you like such man "
II entreated him to go to America" con-
tinuei the count, land offered to under
| take to bring him here. l said: when
these troubles are over, France will ask for
you again. But he answered that 1T was
| too late. France will never forgive me
| this defeat;' he said, and besides / am q
dying man. / once thought that there
might be a future for me and had taken
steps TO assure it. But all this is past hope.
/ shall retire to England. Do you go 70
America, IL you will, and seek the fortune
| that have lost Other things he told me
among them secrets known only to myself.
But / weary you, madamoieselle, with so
| long q story"
But Olympia had been deeply interested.
Beneath an outward quietude Of speech
and manner there was in Count de Isle a
suppressed fire and emphasis that fasci-
mated the attention and summoned pictures
before the imagination. Fixing her eyes
upon his strong, reserved features Olympia
wondered at the attraction he had for her.
And again, when she looked away, she had
notion that he was somehow less a stran-
ger than he appeared. Some natures exer-
else mutual magnetism over each other,
so that when they meet it is as if they had
known each other before.
Olympia's finer organization made her
susceptible to impressions that had no
existence for ordinary people. The eff
feet, in this instance, was to incline her
to reserve. A young maiden instiDctively
resists whatever threatens to subdue
her. and. moreover, in Olympia's men,
DRY, the figure OF keppel Darke remained
as something sacred. not to be disturbed.
"How shall you amuse yourself in New
York !n she asked, breaking short silence.
the first thing is TO make the acquaintance
Of the people. That l must do quickly,
for this winter 1 mean to give ball at my
new house, and everyone who is anybody
must be there. After that / shall be at
home and can attend to my own business.
am going to build school Of art.''
Olympia Immediately forgot her hesita-
tons. "That's good news :" she exclaimed.
There is nothing l could desire more.
But what will be the plan OF itf''
Il knew you were fond OF art, observed
the count, looking curiously at her. 'tI
will not say your little pictures are beyond
criticism, but there is something in them
like, and that renders them very valuable
to me. But don't know that your inter
est in the advancement of art lay so near
your heart"
81 once had very dear friend was an
artist, and / was thinking moro OF him
than of myself" She drew signing
breath. but did not blush. II can imagine
what ne would have wished, and should
be glad to see IL done"
''rhis friends not now living." said
the count gently.
He died nearly three years ago."
Sand you still think Of him and wish to
see his dreams realized" The count
spoke these words in an undertone, and
rather as If communing with himself than
addressing Olympia sit will give me
pleasure, mademoiselie," he continued in
another voice, ito know that IN carrying
out my projects / am also fulfilling the de-
sires Of one who was dear to you."
She had listened with rising color and
sparkling eyes. at would be gloriousr'
she cried, pressing her hands together.
''But can IL be done"
'Many q poorer man than / could do as
much as this" he replied. There is cap
itaI enough in this country engaged in
md daUalnnlnpr "a
sources. Civilization can spare me what
need for this hobby OF mine, and perhaps
future generation will think me less IN
wise than the present one"
The count had become moved beyond his
won't by the train of thought he was in
dulging, and mad risen from his chair and
was pacing I'D and down the room. AT
this juncture his attention happened to be
attracted by portrait that hung in an
slcove at the left of the window. 1t was
an admirable likeness of Olympia herself.
"Ahw he exclaimed. stopping short He
remained silent and motionless for several
moments, but finally said, in an Indifferent
tone: THAT is a good work. Is it your
own"
"Oh. no. cannot paint like that" she
replied THAT wss painted By my friend.
the artist 1t was the last thing he did be-
fore his DEATH"
"a good work." repeated the count.
care you willing 10 dispose ofiti You can
name your own price for it. Frankly,
have taken a fancy 10 it."
al cannot sell it," said Olympia. at is
the most precious thing to me in the
world"
The count continued to look at the por-
trait, but his face slowly Redeemed. "You
will pardon me, mademoiselle," he said in q
low voice. 81 had not supposed that you
had''-he hesitated-'that you had couse-
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