The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1901-08-14
your roses have lain upon my heart.

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He opened his embroidered vest
and showed her the flowers, crushed
against his fine lace ruffles.
l Now, mademoiselle, I i1nplore
you to accept and wear gift from
me as a token that I am not alto
gether abhorrent to you"
He ciasped upon her round, milky
arm bracelet in the form of SER
pent, its golden scales shimmering
with rubies, two of the same gems,
large and red as drops Of blood, set
Tor eyes. Jeanne, who was passion
ately fond of ornaments, looked at
the trinket with undisguised de-
light.
"Ah, monsieur" she murmured,
nobody ever before spoke to me
like this-nobody ever before offer
ed me jewels. Yes, 1 will wear it
always for your sake!"
Night after night the Chevalier
de Longval scaled the old vel! aadd
found waiting under the plum trees
a lovely, wistful face and two soft,
violet eyes kindled with the first pas
! sion of youth. Night after night
the young pair walked the dewy
paths unseen, undisturbed. Only
the stars and the roses and the
tiny forgetmenots in the grass wit
messed their kisses. heard their
sighs. Both were young, ardent,
happy. j
One unlucky night the Abbe Co
mart came to sup at Dame Suzette's
house, but found no Jeanne.
DOUBTLESS she is incoming up and
down the garden" grumbled Su-
zette. "She is always there of late"
The abbe gathered up his black
robe and sailed forth in the dew
and damp to find his niece.
A full moon was in the sky. In
a dim path beneath the wall he
espied a white gown cleaning
Jeanne, but she was not alone. Her
head rested on the shoulder of the
Chevalier de Longval, his arm en-
circled her waist, his voice was muir
muring in her ear such words as
lovers know. Neither saw nor
heard the abbe till he laid his trem-
bling hand on the arm of the en-
amoured gallant.
''Saints in heavenw gasped the
poor priest. "Jeanne, my poor lit
tie Jeanne, is this man your lover ?"
She flung back her willful head
and answered eyes"
"Do you know who he is p"
NThe Chevalier de Longval, n
servant of the king" she answered
proudly.
"Ah, poor childp cried the abbe.
"Who has deceived you like this?
The Chevalier de Longval? No,
but Charles Samson, the executioner
of Paris"
Then he turned to the chevalier.
Samson, my friend, how could
you play this trick upon one near
and dear to me ?" he snid sadly.
"You talked to me of Ler beauty"
answered Samson, "till I was mad to
look upon it with my own eyes.
There is noble blood in my veins, as
you well know. I boast a.. ancestor
who was De Longval. Having
won the heart of your niece by his
name, let me hope that I may retain
it as Samson"
: With scream of horror Jeanne
broke from her lover. She had
heard the able say that the execu-
toner Of Paris was allowed to dress
as a nobleman. OF elegant and re-
fined appearance, he had come from
his burnings and his torturings-
from the wheel and the gibbet-to
woo her in that old garden!
"Monsterp she shrieked, and fell
half fainting upon the bosom of the
abbe.
Years passed away.
The little house in the Rue de Bac
had been torn down. Both the Able
I Gomart and old Suzette were dead,
and Jeanne Vaubernier, the lovely,
the frivolous, was now Comtesse du
Barry, favorite of Louis XV and in
reality ruler Of France.
She who had longed in her youth
to become a court lady now reigned
supreme at Marty and Versailles.
Nobility, ministry, clergy, philoso-
pliers, all bent the knee to this idol
of weak and dissolute king. She
sat on his knee at councils Of state,
called him Trance" in the pres
ence of courtiers. The treasury
was robbed for her sake. While the
people died of hunger she heaped
together enormous riches.
After the death of the king
Jeanne du Barry retired to the Alb.
baye of Pont-aux-dames. There she
remained for year and half. Then
she set up little court Of her own
at Luciennes, magnificent estate