The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1892-04-09
FOR A FLOWER.

Marquis of Kergouet, of an old and proud
| 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 garlanded 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 were singing merrily
| and sunbeams fell like a halo across ths
! foreheads 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 buttonholes, the women with
| lilies of the valley in their bodices, and all
waved Towering hawthorn branches and
made the air ring with acclamation.
Long live Mile. Yolande! Long live
/ the bride, God bless our sweet young
/ ladyP' they cried, and from time to time
they added, Long live the marquis''
! The church Of Clairviile overlooked the
village, being built on a rocky eminence,
and was approached by 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:
You see, my love, how dear you are TO
| these people. They will never forget you.
fear they owe me grudge for stealing
their good ange! from them"
The bride smiled and raised her sweet
eyes to his face for moment, and then she
turned to her father, saying:
st is such a beautiful day, papa; may
we not walk homer"
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
the dowagers and other persons followed
in their carriages.
Otl HeE uuSDduu
stopped repeatedly at the humble cottages,
where the poor old men and women, whom
age or infrnity rendered unable to go out,
were waiting in their dOorways to see the
bride pass. For each one she had word
and a smile, and many trembling hand
and weak, thin voice was raised to bless
her.
The joyous procession now reached q
turn in the narrow road and came to a
standstill, being met by funeral party
1t was a very poor affair. There was a
coronet emblaZoned on the white pail
which covered the face of a young maiden,
and not flower was seen there. not ii sin-
gle blossom, in spite of the warm spring
time. Behind the rier poorly clad man,
the only nourner, walked slowly looking
with his head bent and his face covered by
his hands, a picture of despaiTing grief
At sight of the Ciairville 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 onr' he said in 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. Then the count
stepped forward, saying graveIy:
Respect the dead, friends! Fail back
and let the bier pass"
He was instantly obeyed, and the funeral
moved on past the gorgeously attired
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 filed 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 mCurner saw the act and
his expression softened a 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 the
man addressed. He is a stranger He
came to the inn a few days ago with his
sister. She was almost dead, as any one
could see He seemed to love her very
much, and when she died he cursed like a
hereto and shook his fist at heaven. This
morning told him it was too early to have
the funeral and that he ought to give the
cure time to change his stole after the
htidIUS, UtAl llt NOult uOt ll>tSu "
The bridal party moved on and soon the
merry peals of the church bells were
changed to mournful tolling as the bier
passed under the gay floral decorations of
the door.
who is that young LADY," asked the
mourner of a bystarder.
The bride, That is Mile. Yolande de
Clairville, - was the reply, and the stranger
murmured softly:
May she always be happyt'
Then he went into the church.
Twenty years passed and the Reign of
Terror began. IN la Nendee the war was
at its height when the convention sent one
OF its members TO Nantes with instructions
TO take swift and violent measures against
the Royali,ts-
Accordingly this man, Carrier by name,
caused q large number of suspects" 10 be
confined in the entrepot, building near
the cathedral of St Pierre; men. women
ar children were hustled pellmell into
this antechamber of the River Loire, and
in spite Of the daily drownings the prison
was ever throHged with victims.
In large. W hall the terrible proconsul
presided al the mock trials. The prisoners
We're divided into two Dsrties-the accused
and the ocaden,ned; tae Ioruler group
diminished RAPIDLY as the latter increased,
and st lsss Carrier resolved TO hurry the
proceedings by dispensing with ali formal
ity IN disclosing Of the victims.
Then the fatal words. Condemned &C
death were hessrd repeatedly as the Rsyy-
alisis were hurried across the hall
Henri de keFgoGe1. called the clerk,
and young man about eighteen years *
age left his companions and advanced 70