Santa Fe daily New Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1885-1897, 1893-08-17
A LOVING BRIDE.

elet, who brought him snug fortune and
"great expectations.
Before her marriage Nine. Pipelet had
passed her time in reading romances and
dreaming Of future existence filled with
the most marvellous adventure. Finally,
in despair of being eloped with, she had &C.
copied the hand Of the ,hoffensive Pipelet.
''Let us flee, Bertrand" she cried; ''aee
to a better world"
Bertrand mildly suggested the town of
Grenoble as good place to flee to, and his
romantic bride agreed with delight because
it contained an old fortress where pris-
oner had sculptured on the walls of the
tower, with the help of single NALL all the
scenes of the Passion
Nine Pipelet selected pretty little house
on the banks of the river. large garden
full of fine old trees came down to the wa
ter's edge, and the barnyard was y dovecote
filled with white doves.
"Oh, my Bertrand" she would eyclaim
in their solitary walks in the garden, how
sweet it is to be alone when one loves as we
love!n
"Quite right, my DEAR" said the docils
husband as be picked IL thread from his
coat sleeve.
my love- continued Nine. Pipelet, rails
ing her eyes to heaven, my love requires
quiet and mystery. Your heart and a cot
tage are all desire, oh, my Bertrand"
II think dinner must be ready by this
time" remarked M. Pipelet, shifting the
air.
my days" went on his wife, needless Of
his interruption, my days are yours till
DEATH oh, my Bertrand-till death, which
trust will take me first"
II certainly smell the dinner"
when think that you may die before
me, my soul is torn with agony and feel
that shall go mad. Oh, my Bertrand,
what should do desolate and alone It
cannot bel 1t must not bel Promise me-
oh, my Bertrand, not to die first"
"I'll do my best" said little Pipelet in a
resigned tone of voice, but let lis go to
dinner"
This sort of thing occurred day after day,
Nine. Pipelet smothering her unfortunate
husband with protestations of undying
love, which he bore with the angelic pa
thence of a martyr. Little by little, how
ever, be found his strength falling away.
He sank into the most extraordinary state
of languor. Doctors were called from
Paris, but he baffled them. The cause of
his disease was apparently beyond them.
His wife alone could have saved him If
she had only loved him a little less But
her tenderness became something ferocious
as she saw rim gradually wasting away be-
| fore her
Courage, my Bertrand" she said as she
sat beside his bed. Courage, my love-
You will recover, my Bertrand, my life, my
ALL For love you with my whole soul
and never tire of telling you So"
| Under this dcspotism of exaggerated af-
lection M. Pipelet rushed, rather than
walked, toward the grave, and one day,
after his wife bad told him for the thou
sandth time how she loved him, he died in
her arms
Nine. Pipelets grief was of the most
her beautiful hair, had Mysteries every
quarter of an hour, threatened to become q
nun, and finally wound up with the deter.
mination to roast herself on the fagots OF
| the defunct Bertrand. The neighbors. to
! whom such performances were most novel
and delightful, crowded the house night
and day and consoled and wept with tho
afflicted widow. Among them was good
looking young fellow of athletic build and
bronzed complexion. M. Raoul was his
name and consultations from his mouth APP
peared to be especially grateful to Nine.
Pipelet
The widow had hundred portraits paint
ed Of her lost one, and finding them all in
sufficient to recall ''poor, dear Bertrand"
she hit upon the plan OF creating an illu-
sion as perfect as possible. A sculptor was
engaged to model figure in wax from one
Of the numerous portraits, and this figure,
dressed up in the late lamented's clothes,
presented second edition Of him that was
most lifelike Every hour Of the day the
widow embraced it and pressed it to her
heart convulsively. Whenever neighbors
came In, she delighted in exhibiting it.
Sometimes the grief of the widow complete
" overpowered her, and M. Raoul, who be.
came more and more intimate in the house,
then became the Widows deputy and per-
formed the sentimental duty with much
grace. 1t at last became an affair of habit
The ended by showing the figure and di.
lating upon its sad history in the monoto-
book agent.
Ten months after the affecting death OF
NJ. Pipelet the people of Grenoble were sur
prised one fine day to find the little house
Of the widow closed up She had departed
for sunny Italy with NJ Raoul, merely
leaving behind a note for her attorney bid
ding him sell the house and all it contained:
He at once set about the SALE In an OLD
divan was found the wax figure dressed
with scrupulous care. Stripped of its
clothing it was sold to an unknown man for
8 francs Is confines
1t was q glorious morning in August,
and the side alleys of the Champs Elysees
were alive with shows of all kind, holding
forth amid the din of clarinet, trombone
and bass drum. In the midst OF the crowd
them;elyes noticeable by their anxiety to
see all that was to be seen. The young
woman was nibbling bonbons, which she
had won at rouge ct noir.
"Oh, my Raoulr' she exclaimed, "how
amusing it all is, with its fun and noisep
YOU'RE right, my dear. We must stay
in Paris for q month more at least"
"What dear you arel Oh, look therel
see q waxworks show. Let us see 1t by
all means"
NJ. Raoul and his companion followed in
the wake of the crowd and soon found
themselves before the collection Of figures.
One by one the exhibitor showed them off
and concluded with this impressive an.
nouncement:
| LADIES duu Stuticulcu, nave IeScENcsa
till the last the greatest villain ever known,
a criminal before whom many heart has
sickened, and many head Of hair been
prematurely blanched. Look this way
here-I will unveil him to your sight. One
glance at his features reveals character Of
The most hardened ferocity. Behold the
odious, the abominable monster, Car.
touchel''
:, "Oh, heavensr' exclaimed Nine. Raoui,
nth a loud CRY. "'tis Bertrand. tits Pine