The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1895-10-06

Of gray stone. uchltiscolored. bent over,
alu certalnly very very old, is in a Tar
We're searching. The letters were cut so
deep mat they We're quite plain but all
5S le curious gould discover was this: Ma
udLhe Camllle, died January r. 1882" It
was not told who Nine. Camille was; or
nef father or mother, or whether she
mad any family name at an. but the
friend with me knew her story and this
was II; Many, many years ago, when
the fashionable world was q small one
anu ~ sentlhty rather than ducats gave one
position, there Tvassan old French family
laIneu Du CIere, who had, besides several
nanasoIne sons ia beautiful daughter,
named camille Tan, stately, she counted
among her. admirers most of the fash
lonable men Of. the city; but her pride was
so great that she laughed at the idea OF
marrying an American and said. "Oniy
man Of nobility need ask for my hand"
one day there came gay French gallant,
whose title was good one, and who
Drought letters to all of the fashionable
people OF the city. He was entertained
az the Du Clere house, and in a very lit
ne while it was told that the proud Ca
Frenchman and san away to a country
where life was more in accordance with
her IDEAS, and where she felt she would be
appreciated
The wedding day came, and there never
was more beautiful nor a more naughty
looking bride. People thought the bride
groom looked nervous, and he was chaffed
by his men friends because they said he
seemed frightened. In those days newly
married couples didn't exploit their happi-
ness in great hotels. but went off quietly
by themselves, and the stately coach.
with driver and fOOtman decorated with
wedding favors, took the bride and bride
SSIl erei. TO me country house Of the Du
Ciere 5, about twenty miles from the
city In the middle of the night the neigh
pOrnood was awakened by a loud knocking
az me ~ Clere house. and after much
conversation from out the window, Mon
sieur Du Clere came down and let in the
strange visitor Nobody knew just what
ne tolu. put, with the morning sun the
stranger and the brides father started
Ior the country place. The gay French
man was never seen again. Camille was
brought home, and for months she was
never seen, even at church.
me servants told that they had been in
structed to address her as Madame Ca
mile, and nothing else. They whispered
that the messenger who came in the night
told that the Frenchman was scoundrel
and that he had left a wife and children
IN the sunny land of France.
AS the years went on Madame Camille
grew colder and prOuder, but there walk
ed by her side beautiful boy who called
nfer mother and who bore with the Chris
tan name OF Ravei that of Du Clere
When he was II he was sent to Paris and
II was understood that he was to live
there. People grew use to seeing Ma
dame Camille, naughty as ever, and the
story OF her marriage was almost forgot
ten, when word came that her son wished
her permission to wed. This message was
Drought by cousin, and in q letter to
follow them was to be told the name Of
the girl he loved, and with it would come
her miniature; Then the proud woman
broke down. BY some horrible fate, he
had met and loved and told his love to
his fathers daughterl How did il all
end? l do not know what became of the
girl, but Madame Camille sleeps in the
old French churchyard, and the son she
loved so dearly died before he was 80 in
jesuit monastery, Yet people say that
fiction is stranger than real life 1 don't
believe It. / think that every day there
are great tragedies played out before us,
and we are too-blind to see them. Pos
sibly we recognize the comedy but there
IS an inclination nowadays to put down
the strong feelings and to count emotions
as Of no worth. But do you think you
can enjoy If you don't suffer. My friend
1t is just the difference between black
and white. 1t all goes by comparison
We can make the best of it, we can get
the. best from 1t. That is what we want
to do for then, and then only, is life worth
lVlng, on the honor of Bah.