Martinsburg herald. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1881-1920, 1896-08-29

ronapce. 81 could tsIE tI'a III Vii
tQo And, zouIisIa, Why sI,duI iii Il d
marry himz Thirty I'm years 81 sre.
eut much younger III spirit. VI proved
courage and u1lQnes<joutd honor lin
tact, how shall ! say 1.-THE pleased ME
very much Only one thing kept me
from Saying Yes atonce. Novels were
already being written at that time. |
nag read some-far too maryland they
nad PIT lot Of absurd ideas into nv
mead. = were to give myself to man
forever, ] must know bis intimate
thoughts, his past, above ALI
one fine evening, then, between two
cups o1 TEA, said brayely to M. de
We'll yes, love you. But come,
teii me frankly, looking me straight in
the eyc--it is not very disagreeable TO
90 SO, Is it?-have you nothing abso-
au.eiy nothing, to reproach. yourself
wlth-lf not as regards men, as regards
Nothing. be replied, with an in
genuous eamestness that made me wish
70 throw myself into his arms.
linen he suddenly blushed. Il had
forgotten one incident, he said Il con.
lcss uias ! have committed, or almost
committed, bad, very bad, action.
biushlng at first, he had now turned
pale | almost regretted having asked
HIM But it was too late to curb nv
curiosity. " - -
Tell me everything.
obey. Twelve Years AGO was in
garrison at P. There was talk of
war IN the air at the time, and this.
ADDED 10 our youth. gave us all auda-
clous, almost a ferocious, gayety. One
evening when we were all tipsy-for we
got tlpsy IN those days, which 1 hope
you VIII pardon--a sublieutenant. moro
tpsy than the others. proposed that we
scale the walls of Il eonvent in the neigh
borhood and brighten the nuns and pu-
pils III their sleep. It was a stupid. an
ln1amous ideal Wine is a bad counselor:
not a man there, brave and honorable
though they We're, slapped the face of
the man who had made the wretched
proposition. We rushed out of the tav-
erl, found ladders don't know where,
scaled the wall. and ran across the gar
defi like looters in captured city,
'Oh' cried.
fou despise me- do You not9 You
will never be my wife9
| have not said that vet. / sim
cerely hope You did not carry out your
horrible project?'
Chance saved us. As we reached
the convent door we heard deep voices
III the garden, swearing the strangest
cafhs. There could be no doubt that
rough fellows Of some sort-gardeners
or peasants come to pay their rent
We're near at hand in considerable mum
bers. Yes. they were countrymen, for
under the trees we could see garments
that looked like skirts-they must have
been long blouses. We began to be less
courageous, remerse seized us, and we
fed to the ladders; and no one ever
knew that we had entered the convent
garden. But have always had bitter
recollection of that nights escapade
The dear fellow assured him that
l thought none the worse of him for it,
and, month later, was the Marquise
de Lionne. 4"
When we had finished laughing-for,
it must be confessed, the adventure was
amusing-we demanded of the mar
quise:
And did your husband never know
the truths Did he never learn that it
was you and your schoolmates
Perhaps he guessed it. The night
we were married, just as he was about
to take me in his arms and kiss me,
suddenly sprang away, crying 'Damme,
sirl Ten thousand deyilsi By thunderl'
But he didn't run away that time. y
From the French in San Francisco
Argonaut