The Yakima herald. [volume] (North Yakima, W.T. [Wash.]) 1889-1914, 1894-03-01
embellishments win be In France


TO the howell. humble rs il was. He was
often seen rambling with Toini among
the mountains.
One lovely evening in April they were
both wandering on the banks Of the Muo-
Mo. and the descendant Of that royal
hnuse which reigned for nine centuries
over the most gallant people ON earth
was talking to poor Finland maiden
and saying
Il love you.-
At this avowal Toini shook her head
"Monseigneur Is testing with his serv-
ant"
mo. I swear it. but does not my wild
dove return little Of that lover
"Monseisneur well knows that love
him.
why do You always call me mon
seigneurf All. cannot n prince find true
love even Ia Wilderness
Must then tell your have seen
you surrounded by all the splendors Of
your rank. and during the IL years that
have elapsed since then ! have loved
your
You are dreaming. my child Your
life is full Of mysteries. | am burning
with eagerness to hear its history mar
rated. but You always hesitate to tell
me it."
My life. alas. Is that of an unfortu-
nate. and my mother counseled me never
to satisfy the whim Of any who should
ask to know it. We were born in near
neighborhood to each other. however"
''You are French. TONI. and. what 10
more. Partisan. guessed that long ago
from the language You speak and your
pronunciation. which il 80 pure and so
distinguished in its expression. But. tell
me. how is it that the name Of Antoinette
is SO often ON your lipsy
1T was my name, IL was given me
after that Of the queen. for
"For-oh. continue. ] beseech you'll
am impatient to know who you are"
For the queen was my godmoth-
err"
"Oh. heavenl Whom. then. do meet
here in this coarse attire amid these saw
age wastes Destiny how cruel is thy
sportr
LESS cruel than men, monseigneur.
My mother was lady Of honor to Queen
Marie Antoinette. She was beautiful.
You must have remarked al exquisite
ly clear and fair complexion and that
indetinable expression Of nobility which
Us met with only among the old families
Of Normandy. A prince of the blood
conceived passion for my mother. She
loved him in return and had the weak
ness to yield.
Zone day the prince. entering her
apartments abruptly. said: Adelaide.
the secret of our love is discovered: your
interest and your honor require you to
marry. | have selected the Count FAR
rus as your husband. The queen has
been fully informed of this and gives
her consent. Your betrothal is to take
place this very evening. but our love
shall not perish. All. monseignehr. know
you what the Count 'Arras was?-an old
worn out debauchee of Col My mother
swooned away. but few weeks later
she was the Countess dArras."
Your mother must have been very
wretchedr exclaimed the prince. moved
at this recital.
"Oh. yes. mo- .gneur, as much an
any poor woman can lie who is united to
. man without q heart. My birth came
to console her. But her lot was soon
again overcast. The prince sought to be
loved by her as he had been before her
marriage. Never she replied to him,
never, while | am bound to another
Exasperated at this. the prince wrote
her three words, Love or vengeancer
My mother fed. for the count was al.
ready preparing horrible plot against
her."
II know D'Arrss!"
MY mother did not go far. The abb
bess of the Ursulines at Montmartre was
0 relative. She concealed Us in her con-
vent during seven long years. There,
under the shade Of the beech trees, l
grew up in quiet and peace. ihad never
stepped outside of the holy retreat
when, one day. persuaded a nun who
was going to visit some sick people to
take me with her What delight | ex-
perienced in traversing those brilliant
streets. those superb boulevards. which
make your capital the queen Of the
world! However. the whirl of men and
vehicles made me somewhat nervous.
recollect the scene as though had wit
messed it but yesterday.
Suddenly the crowd separated to let
four gentlemen on horseback pass. Never
had seen anything as beautiful or as
richly oruamented ~ the chargers they
rode. You. my prince. were one of those
cavaliers. At that time only 10 years
had rolled over your head. A gust OF
wind carried off your hat and bore it to
my feet. restored it to you with a
trembling hand: but. oh. with what .
gracious smile You thanked me.
Another cavalier among those who
rode with You advanced toward the nun
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