Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1892-04-01
FOR A FLOWER.

Breton family.
The ceremony was over and the church
doors were flung open, displaying the high
altar decorated with flowers and lights,
and in the garanded doorway appeared
the young pair, while the bells pealed joy
ously. All nature seemed to be in festal
attire. for the sweet odors of spring filled
the air the wild birds weiAsnging merrily
and sunbeams fell like "A halo across the
soreheads of the bride and groom. She
was fair and graceful, and in her white
gown and veil seemed like an angel strayed
from heaven, the bridegroom, noble and
gallant looked with love unutterable at
the fair girl who leaned upon his arm.
The country people were dressed in their
Sunday clothes, the men wearing rosettes
in their buttonhoes, the women with
lilies of the valley in their bodices, and all
waved Towering hawthorn branches and
made the air ring with acclamaton.
Long live Mile. Yolandel Long live
the bride! God bless our sweet young
fadyl' they cried and from time to time
they added, Long live the marqus"
The church of Clairville overlooked the
village, being built on a rocky eminence,
and was approached by II steep winding
path and stairway; rich and poor, noble
and simple, dead and living, all must enter
the church by way of Paradise Road"
The wedding party, glittering in gold and
silk and velvet and followed by the cheer
ing crowd, walked down this rustic path
way to where the carriages were waiting,
and the bridegroom, pleased by the en-
thusiasm of the people and their evident
affection for his bride, said to her tenderly:
"Yon see, my love, how dear you are to
these people. They will never forget you.
Co.,
their good angel from them"
The bride smiled and raised her sweet
eyes to his face for a moment, and then she
turned to her father, saying:
At is such IA beautiful day. papa; may
we not walk homeY"
"Certainly, dear, if you wish it," he re-
piled, glad of an opportunity of pleasing
his child, from whom he must soon part
and accordingly the bridal pair and all the
Young persons of the party walked through
the village to the chateau of Clairville,
which was situated at the other end, while
Line dowagers and other persons followed
in their carriages
Yolande leaning on her husbands arm,
stopped repeatedly at the humble cottages,
wbere the poor old men and women, whom
age or infirnity rendered unable to 90 out,
were waiting in their doorways to see the
bride pass. For each one she had "A word
md smile, and many a trembling hand
and Il weak thin voice was raised to bless
ber.
The joyous procession now reached a
t1Irn in the narrow road and came to a
sIandstill, being met bya funeral party.
1t was ii very poor affair There was a
Cooronet emblaZoned on the white pail
which covered the face of IA young maiden,
and not Il flower was seen there, not "A sin
gle blossom, in spite of the warm spring
time Behind the bier IA poorly clad man,
the only mourner, walked slowly, looking,
with his head bent and his face covered by
his hands, picture of desparng grief.
At sight of the Clairville wedding party
the men carrying the bier stopped and
would have turned out of the road, but the
mourner raised his head and gazed fiercely
at the happy throng, who with their rich
gala clothing and smiling faces, seemed to
offer insult to his sorrow.
Go onv' he said in IA hoarse voice to the
porters as if he would have liked to crush
the fine lords and ladies beneath his feet;
but the men did not stir. hen the count
stepped forward, saying grayeiy:
RESPECT Tia" dead, friends. Fall back
and let the bier pass"
He was instantly obeyed, and the funeral
throng, who made way reverently, the la
dies crossing themselves and the lords re
moving their hats As the bier passed the
bride she was filled with pity at sight OF
the young, stiff form under the white pail
and taking sprig of orange blossom out
of her bouquet, she laid it gently upon the
bier. The stern mourner saw the act and
his expression softened little; then cover
ing his face again he broke into low sobs
WHO is that MANI" asked Count Clair
VILE.
Il do not know, my lord" replied tn,
man addressed. He is a stranger. He
came to the inn Il few days ago with hi.
sister. She was almost dead, as any on,
could see lie seemed to love her very
much and when she died he cursed like /
hereto and shook his fist at heaven. Thi.
morning told him it was too early to hav,
The funeral and that he ought to give tn,
cure time to change his stole after tn,
wedding, but he would not listen to me-"
The bridal party moved on and soon tn,
merry peals of the church bells wer,
changed to Il mournful tolling as the biel
passed under the gay floral decorations O
the door.
mourner of bystander.
1.-The bride' That is Mile. Yolande d,
Clairville," was the reply, and the stranger
murmured softly;
MAY she always be happyr
Then he went into the church.
Twenty years passed and the Reign O
Terror began In La Vendee the war wa.
at ats height when the convention sent on,
of its members to Nantes with instruction
TO take swift and violent measures agans
the Royalists.
Accordingly this man, Carrier by name
caused large humber of suspects" to b,
confined in the entrepot, a building nea
the cathedral of st. Pierre: men, womer
and children we're hustled pellmell int.
Lhis antechamber of the River Loire, an,
in spite of the daily drownings the prison
was ever thronsed with victims.
In large, low hall the terrible proconsu
presided at the mock trials. The prisoner
were divided into two parties-the accused