Blackfoot news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1891-1902, 1897-11-06


affections were given 10 another-and
that the startling revelation only came
to her upon the command to receive a
husband from her own station"
The daughter reached up to kiss the
quiYering lips, which spoke these words
falteringly.
Ny poor little Felicie. you thought
knew not how TO pity you, while you
are SO fortunately ignorant Of the fiery
pages which ] have suffered. There
was pleasant boy, who was a foster
/ brother Of my cousin Henri's, and who
shared Henri's home and education.
who even accompanied him to Germany
to the college. II was done with the de-
sire OF giving the poor, sickly child OF
nobility companion to cheer, amuse
and help him. And all Henri lacked
Emile possessed. He had a swift.
Eeen intellect, splendidly developed
frame, wonderfully gentle, refined,
and knightly soul. He was absolutely
necessary TO the comfortable existence
OF the feeble invalid, and he shared all
the advantages of wealth. He dressed
IKE gentleman, he had an education
lar above the average, his manners
were elegant. his soul was pure. | was
constantly with the household. l
thought it was pity for poor Henri.
and affection for my cousin Annette,
which drew me there, into that happy
circle. / never discovered that ii was
love for Emile, until | was informed
by my father that he had accepted the
suit Of Count Languedoc."
She sighed heavily. and caught her
bTeath qniyeringly. Her daughter
seized her hand, and covered it with
kisses.
Il cannot tell yon what strange i'm
! pulse impelled me 10 hurry away into
the little arbor where Annette and Hen
RI sal listening 70 Emile's melodious
tones as he read to them some old
poem, and break upon them the an
nonncement In the most tragic tone.
NJ eyes were upon Emile's face. |
saw 1t turn deadly pale; l saw the
spasm Of agony shake his strong young
frame into the helplessness of child
mood. Wrelched and selfish that
was, ! felI = glow of joy to know that
he loved me-that the blow which
pierced mime struck home to his heart.
He said mat word, but threw down
his book, and walked away. Annette
looking frightened, went AMER him.
and | threw myself, weeping bitterly,
beside Efenri. Poor buFi he tried to
comfort me-but he had read that one
swift lfmk exchanged between Emile
and myself, and wei understood the
depth N my wretchedness. Too well
he knsT, who had known such a true
nobiemm with natures signet. instead
OF an Harthly monareh7k, On his brow.
could have no heart for lower union
OF soul
My poor, poor MOTHER sighed Fee
licIe. az she wiped away the stree ming
tears
The COUNTESS smiled dreariiy.
TT IL 0f the past am telling you my
chiId-not of the present. remember.
Emile ff,und means 10 speak with me
alone. He was nearly erazed with
grief. He talked bitterly and wildly:
alas. truAfully. also. as acknowledged
then ant now. What was a paltry
coronet. he asked, beside a lifetime OF
love and happiness? He was not no.
BILE born. bsIt he should never be poor.
His education, his strength, his tall
ents were an unfailing mine-he would
make me happier, as his wife, than the
count could with palace and a crown.
could not contradict him. Then he
frantically besonght me to fiy to the
new world, just in the glory of its in
dependence. Oh, my child. Heaven
spare you the terrible conflict which
shook my very soul! 1t was terrible
temptation-to leave the harsh. unpity-
ing father, who would wreck my han
piness so needlessly, to fly with the
one my whole heart clave to. Bur 7 |
was spared the decision. NV father
had somehow obtained an idea of the |
cause OF my reluctance to fulfil his
wishes. He had watched our meeting |
In the summer house between the two
estates He came upon us like a roar
ing lion; he heaped upon Emile the most
abusive language, the most abhorrent
reviiings. Emile was like marble sta
Tue, only the nostrils were curved with
iery indignation, and the eyes glowed
ike balls of fire. He answered not a
Tord-but coming to me, held out his
hand, and the hollow despair of the
one haunts me now.
1t is needless to struggle longer
gainst fate said he slowly; farewell.
Marguerite. Heaven give me all the
and leave you peace
And before l could speak. he was
one. My fathers anger with me was
errible. l was so crushed beneath ,
t, made no effort to save myself. and
more like corpse than bride, was
rought hither by your father, only
wo months after Emile's farewell"
"oh, mamma, mamma, my angel
mamma" sobbed Felicie; and you
ave lived till this time"
The countess smiled mournfully.
Dear child. grief does not always ,
i'll. Moreover. found kind friend.
list the comforter needed. The Able
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