Elmore bulletin. [volume] (Rocky Bar, Idaho) 1889-1906, 1897-11-17

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thing horribler'
The countess sighed, but would not
add to his disquietude by the revela-
lions in her power to disclose
The days wore on into weeks; the
weeks became a month Continual re-
ports of additional horrors arrived, but
no sign Of the Marquis Edward. In
vain, also, Lady Felieie strolIed off
morning after morning, TO the meadow
bridge. No longed-for blossoms APP
cared. II Emile fingered much longer
le chilly winter winds would despotl
iem all. The father was restless and
miserable, and dared not return to
search for his son. The count, too,
grew anxious and less confident 1t
was terribly trying time for all. The
countess wasted away fearfully; the
suspense seemed consuming her very
life. NJ. Pierre still remained with
them, and outwardly everything pro-
ceeded calmly; but what feverish
tide surged and throbbed beneath the
assumed mask of indifference ON all
sides.
The count and his noble guest were
pacing the terrace just at twilight one
october afternoon, when a ragged fig
ure, in rough peasant blouse, came
slowly up the avenue The count lifted
his arm in gesture of rebuke for the
presumption, but the forlorn-looking
creature gave no heed, only hurriedly
approached nearer. Suddenly the mar
quis with sob of relief and astonish
ment rushed to meet him.
Edward! Good Heavens! In what
Il plightr'
Yes, my father Thank Heaven, /
have reached you at last, but ! am
nearly dead with exposure and suffer
Ing, exclaimed the youth, and as he
poke he tottered and would have fall
but for the fathers outstretched
.rm.
They carried him into the house
through the balcony window, to save
the prying curiosity of the servants,
and SO came most abruptly upon the
countess and her daughter in the little
parlor. they had used constantly since
the counts return. Lady Felic!e's first
view of her betrothed husband was
certainly not a very fiattering one. The
pale face, the disordered hair the rough,
stained clothing might well change
poor Edwards appearance. She retreat
ed in dismay, and left them busily re-
storing animation to the half insensible
youth When at length she summoned
courage to return, he had been moved
into an adjoining chamber. Her moth
err came out, and flinging her arms
around her neck, fairly sobbed.
What is it, dear mamma?" exclaim-
ed Felicie.
"Oh, my child, what horrible times
have we fallen upon! That poor youth
has narrowly escaped with his life. He
has been in prison all of this time; he
escaped the day after a fearful massa-
ere. The palace was sacked, the Guards
cut down, more than twenty thousand
souls sent into eternity. The poor king
and the royal family are close prison
ers. La Fayette himself, is denounced.
and has fed to Germany. The whole
land will be stepped in blood"
But now the Marquis Edward has
come, we shall all escape" said Fee
licie, soothingly, alarmed at the fixed
look of anguish on her mothers face.
Heaven grant it. my child; for you.
at least, may there be safety, but wild
foreboding has seized me: | cannot
shake 1t off. :
flush, hush, my precious mamma
my blessed one, you are nervous and
excited Perhaps, Emile has 3ome,
likewise. Oh, do not give way you
who are all my support aud strength. ;"
The noble mother clasped her daugh-
ter closely In her arms, closed her eyes,
and FeIicie saw her lips moving in fer
vent prayer. After that she smiled
calmly.
1t Is indeed wrong in me to brighten
you, my Felicie: the weakness is over
Whatever it may be, | accept my fate
humbly, as the portion dealt out to me
by Heaven"
How often afterward did these thrill
ing words return to the tender daugh-
ter! How much comfort and grace did
they pour into her bleeding. mournful
heart!
Some one aided him. It was a
strange name-the Gray Falcon, think
he called it.
s'It was not Emile, then. Somehow
| fancied 1t might be this which de-
tanned him so long"
At this moment the count came into
the apartment; he was fairly trembling
with terror.
Make ready for instant departure,
Violante," said he; the moment Ed
ward Is able to be moved, the marriage
must take place, and an hour after
ward must see us on the road to st:
Joseph. where a fishing vessel lies wait
ing for us. The marquis and myself
have converted everything possible into
diamonds, and we shall not need to
burden ourselves with anything bulky.
We might take the plate. If it can be
packed without discovery by the ser
wants. No one but NJ. Pierre will know
of our movements, till too late to him
der"
m. Pierrer exclaimed both mother
and daughter, in horror.
THE old story calculated the
count. angrily; "one would think at
this awful time you might put aside
this peryersity."
Count Languedoe, If you conflde in
that man, you are ruined; the horrors
which come, whatever they may be, will
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