Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1893-02-16

sprdng forlcard to TIC bedside.
might say with Dryden:
The remnant of my tale is Of length
To tire your patience,
for the years that followed we're not en-
tirely without their events, but pass
over them all.
Instead of drowning myself, had
amassed wealth. | had chased the /
shining dollars with the same spirit
despairing wretch takes dose of poison.
was rich man and great man, but |
oh, how hated the wealth" and the
"greatnessW
could never forget that year of my |
youth; it hung like ghost on my every |
movement.
Well, went to Europe, for what OBJ |
ject hardly know, unless it was to for
get myself in the multitude Of new
sights and scenes. was in my room in
the Hotel BeauYais, in the ''proud old |
city" Of Marseilles, ''full of wealth and
ricn with works of art"
Europe! France! She had come to
Europe after her marriage; her hus-
band was Frenchman; and perhaps
was in the same country with her.
had heard but very little concerning
her fate, and that was only some init
nation that the Count de Vauvineaux
had turned out badly, and that Mr..
Spencer never received letters from his
daughter. But | took this as mere
scandal and thought little Of 1t.
! In France | found my old love to visit
and dream over ancient things reviving,
the contemplation of that dead, yet ever
I living greatness that fills US "with
thoughts beyond the reaches of our
9 SOULS" and l sailed out to saunter
/ through the older and more time worn
! haunts of the town.
+ l had been visiting the moldering re-
!, mains of a once celebrated triumphal
i arch, and not far from this, wandering
s among the proud relics of long aban-
o. doned Roman church, when my return
l. ing steps led me through narrow,
winding street. Many parts of it We're
g so filthy and loathsomo that | almost
| feared the contagion of some disease,
" and surely in this dark spot the dagger
/ of the assassin might naturally be
looked for.
/ 1t was in this place, and engaged in
reflections natural to it, that / was
startled, almost alarmed, by the shrill
cry of a female voice-she herself, a
ragged, dirty, gypsy looking woman,
running out into the street from door
quite near me. ''Mon Dieu! Mon Dieu!
Ellie est follel" she exclaimed, fastening
up to me; and then perceiying that was
foreigner she continued, "Anglaisl
Anglaisr' and half drew me in the door.
Surely | do not know how many
flights of stairs we climbed up before
we came to little green door without
:. latch or panel, but we came to suclt a
one, and the gypsy woman cautiously
opened it,
The whole apartment could be com
pretended in all its parts i'll one glance
for certainly it was not more than ten
feet square, and much less that in
height. But the most noticeable appur
tenance of the apartment was a low rag
covered bed in one corner, and as the
door creaked behind Us, d form started
up wildly from it, and looked at m'
with terrible, unearthly stare. Sht
h was very, very beautiful woman. He
face was as cold and colorless as blocl
of marble; her jet hair hung loosely ant
wildly about her shoulders, and he
eyes, oh, how bright, how glaring the.
on were! 1t might have been minut
q that we stood thus gazing at each other
n At last / took a step toward her ant
addressed her kindly in English, whel
=, ~, she raised herself yet higher, and givin,
~ her white bare arm that repulsiv
,," swing she exclaimed, away! away
H. Thou art some fiend come here to taun
- me for my ingratitude! Away! awayI
Then, as If overcome, she slowly san
pie back on her pillow. But that voice! l
its an instant all the labor of years wa
a lost-that great fabric of insensibility
gn had built about me was thrown to th
ground. was no longer cold, haught
tly business man, but youth--a lover
ler The impulses of the heart, long boun
so down, suddenly burst their bonds an
ign sprang into a new life For years min
AN had been the pilot of my craft--it ha
BILE been wise and faithful pilot-but
Ill. never smiled, never told me of hope, {
mas love, of heaven-only gold, gold, gol(
'er, But its rule was at an end. spran
led forward to the bedside and involuntar
,or, ly murmured, ssThe Countess de Val
ike vineauxp
ide "That name? Who spoke that name
to She started up and glared almost fercel
at me. / could not move nor speak
ed, only stand and gaze in turn. And no
| terrible storm suddenly burst fort
asst, as if to heighten the awful solemnity
She the scene within. cannot attempt
led describe it. The thunder seemed
for shake the house from its foundation
ess, the wind and rain, as If in fendis
out moclery, beat against the single Wi
!" dow, and anon flash of vivid lightnir
,ur- Lit up the dingy apartment. Still ne
Dor. ther Of its occupants moved. At lengt
was the wild, unearthly glare of her Q.
Ger, seemedato die away. drew nearer
her saw d tear.
rri- "Linar'
hen ssPaul!'
hey She was in my arms.
ion, N
ght 1t is ten minutes since wrote the la
line. Icould not hold my pen--pard'
= nv waakness-it is MANY many yea