The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1898-01-29
Emile had taken from The chateau.

Gays wore on into weeks, apprehension
and anxiety seized either mind, though
each endeavored to conceal 1t from the
other.
They still practiced their little inno-
cent arts for diversion and entertain
ment, but the blank smile, the absent
look, revealed that their cheerfuIness
was all pretense.
They discovered, too, the watch in
the forest had been more closely en-
forced, for Jules had taken Emile's
place in the upper room and several
times heard the conversation Of the
men.
He came down one night and found
Felicie weeping bitterly.
Dear, dear Chlotilde, take heart. l
beseech you" cried he; do not despair
all will yet be weIl.''
She tried vainly to repress her grief,
and then burst forth piteously.
Emile is gone; they have killed
him! my noble, generous friend is lost.
oh, am all alone-all alone in this
cruel, pitiless worldI
Jules knelt down before her and
drew the dropping head to his breast.
"Chlotilde, dearest, that is urgener-
GUS. Here is one who is ready to sac
rihce everything, even life itself, in
your defense. You force from me the
secret meant to declare to your un-
Gle before breathed it in your ear
that / love you, dearest one, with a
love purer and truer and more fervent
than had dared to hope should bright
en- my desolated life; that I would
choose you, though I were king in
the land, before the proudest lady, the
most royal princess-you, a peerless
daughter of the people"
The startled girl had drawn away
her hands from her fearful face-her
soft smile was like a rainbow In a
summer.
'Is it possible, Jules?" stammered
she.
All, you are angry, you are vexed,
you have no love in response" said
Jules, in a troubled voice.
She had drawn herself away as if
startled by her own discoveries; her
face was half averted, her beautiful
eyes downcast, a rich rose slowly
| flushed her cheeks.
Il am astonished am perplexed,
but angry, ali, no, indeed, Jules.
am rather grateful"
But you have no love for me in re-
turn; alas! why should I have ven
tured to hope so?"
She turned her face toward him
slowly. What a sweet hope lighted up
the lovely features!
81 am cruel to withhold the truth.
will not be outdone in generosity.
What 1 could not say to a marquis l
can answer to you, Jules, 1 do love
you; yet, you must forget that have
said it until. we see Emile, or learn
! that something has befallen him"
Jules was kissing her hand in the
! extravaganza of delight.
''Now is the world a paradise, though
I am a hunted refugee, and know not
how many hours of security are left
to me-"
Felicie ran away to her little retreat
as soon as possible, and sat down there
in perfect bewilderment of mingling
emotions.
Half Mortified at herself for being
capable of this feeling of Joy, quite
frightened at the words she had
spoken, it was long ere a feeling Of
peace and serenity returned to her.
Then it almost seemed her mothers
spirit returned to her and breathed
upon her a sanity benediction, as in
approval of her course
1t is true she scarcely dared to think
of her father; she shuddered as she put
aside the thought of his anger and hor-
ror of the betrothal of Languedoc to
the humble Jules, a representative of
the class the count had looked down
upon with such aristocratic scorn.
But her mother had been her guide
and oracle in life; it was not likely her
sentiments should be held less sacred
now that death had made her memory
sanity.
This little love episode gave new in
terest and life to their tagging spirits.
But as the fourth week crept on, the
pair began to distrust sorrowfully the
likelihood of Emile's death, or impris-
onment.
Jules grew grave and careworn, feel
ing the responsibility resting upon him
acutely; and his fair companion though
she sedulously avoided any expression
Of despair, showed plainly by her pal
ing cheek and heavy eye the anxiety
which oppressed her.
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WoOdcOck EggB in Sweden.
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