Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1892-11-25

1t was past three O'Clock when the
Two men retired to rest; they had talked
long and earnestly, and the reader will
soon learn the purport of their CONVEX
Sation.
But late as they sat up overnight. the
two friends breakfasted together early
the next morning
They were too much excited to sleep
long.
A New Orleans paper. published that
morning, lay on tt DreakfaSt-table.
smith opened tle. journal, and ran
his eye hastily over it's columns.
1t contained a full account of the
slave auction of the previous day.
The gold-dlggerS face blanched as he
read the paragraph.
Gracious Providence" he calculated,
soiemnly, how mysterious are Thy
ways! | have but come in time. Cora,
the beloved daughter of Gerald Leslie.
sold III the public auction room! 1t is
too horrible!"
He put on his hat, and after few
words to his friend, hurried down.
stairs to the bar of the hotel, where he
ordered vehicle to be got ready for
him, without delay.
1t was strange. that, though so evil
IDENTIFY anxious to depart, he preferred
through the sunny streets.
He had, no doubt, some powerful
motive for this line of conduct.
In ten minutes, close carriage was
at the door, and slouching his hat over
his eyes, the gold-digger hurried from
the bar to the vehicle, into which he
sprung, after giving brief direction
to the negro driver.
Meanwhile his companion lounged
over his untasted breakfast. The New
Orleans papers appeared to possess little
interest for him. He looked at them
for few moments aud then threw
them careless!y aside.
lie had shaved off the bushy whisk-
ers he had Worn in the California soli-
tude, and his face was only adorned by
small brown mustache.
He was about five-and-thirty years
OF age. but SO slim and elegant in iig-
ure. - TO look considerably youu~"r,
and i was easy TO see that he was /. {
native of America
Half IN hour after the departure Of
his friend, the waiter brought iIin :.
note which had been left at the hul,.i
by an elderly mulattress.
At the FIRST glance at the supers"r:D-
ton on this note. the face of the III n
who called himself Brown, was c,n-
vuls"l by tumult of emotion.
Inc letter Was addressed to Mon
sieur Armand Tremlay."
He tore aSunder the envelope md
peruS"d the few lines it Contain 81.
then Snatching up his hat. he rus ed
from the house. to the alarm or ne
walters. who were inclined to THINK the
stranger had suddenly lost his senses
\ quarter OF an hour afterWaru. 10
was at the Villa MGrauuitos.
1t Was now ten O'Clock, and eleven
had been appointed for the perform
ancc VI the marriage ceremony, E,.t
neither the bride nor bridemald ,iad d,
yet assumed the attire prepared Ior me
occasion, and the elderly bridp3run,a.
Don Juan Moraquitos, paced ulIc..5....S
UP and down his solitary chamber.
Inc gold-dlgger was admitted by the
mulattreSS. Pepita. 1t was she who
had carried the note to the motel
She conducted him to the elegant
MoraquitoS and Pauline Corsi. but
which Was now untelanted
The stranger gaZed around him in
bewlldermeno. but before he could ask
a question OF Pepltd, she had hurried
from the room.
lie took the note from his Waistcoat
pocket, ana ONCE more devoured its
brief contents.
IF Armand Tremlay would asccr
tain the fate of her whom he once
loved, let him call without delay at the
Villa Moraquitos."
lie read and re-read these words,
during the brief interval he had to
wait, before he heard light footsteps
approaching the door of the room.
The door opened, and Pauline Corsi
stood before him.
Another moment, and she was
claSped in the strangers arms.
Pauline" he exclaimed, my be-
loved, my darling, what magic is this?
How is it that after thirteen weary
years | find you here i'll American
Because | came hither to see you,
Armand! But tell me, before say an
other word, have you been to France
during the past thirteen years."
Seven years ago | was in Paris
seven years ago l returned to my na-
tive country, wealthy and distinguish
ed, to fling all at the feet of her, whom
l dared to hope might still be faithful.
A bitter blow awaited me Oh my arri-
val"
"Stay, Armand" said Pauline. LAYING
he:' hand lightly upon her lovers lips;
tell me all, as it occurred from The
first
She pointed to sofa and seated her
self by IT," side of Armand Tremlay.
Upon d table near her, lay the brha!
wrraths. which were to be worn bv -
self and Camilla. Inc Frenchman
perceived the floral coronets, aud ask =
eagerly.
these orange blossoms, Pauline, for
whom are they intended"
you shall know That by-and-by,"
she answered, with an arch smile;
mot another word, until have heard
your story"
An observer would nave wondered at
the transformation which the presence
of Armand Tremlay effected in Pau
line Corsi. She was no longer the cold
and ambitious woman, but a loving
and gentle girl, with the tender light
of affection beaming in her blue eyes.
"Tell me-" she repeated; tell me all,
Armand!"
"You remember the day upon which
the Duke B dismissed me from his
house."
Remember it," answered Pauline,
Il have good reason to remember it.
That day was the turning point of my
life"
And of mine. Reckless and desper-
ate, strobe through the streets of
Paris, with my breast rent with con-
tending love and hatred. Love for you,
hatred for the conventionalities of
rank, which elevated an insurmounta-
BILE barrier between genius and beauty;
but L felt that had genius, energy,
and patience, to conquer fortune-all
the gifts which help to make men
great; and which the naughty Iordling
dare not despise, since they are the
root Of all missionaries. The very air