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THE BLESSINGS OF GOVERNMENT, LIKE THE DEWS OF HEAVEN, SHOULD BE
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Twice Loved.
" Forever, forever ! the home that was
to Lave been the home of all my life ; the
husband that I vowed to love all my life ;
his family that had become mine to
leave all forever ! To loose reputation,
friends, all !" So spoke Estelle Yergen
nes, as she- walked slowly through the
bmall but neat apartment, to which it had
Leon the joy of her husband to bring her
some two years previously, when she bad
come a young and happy bride from her
mother's home to his.
Then she had loved, then she had faith,
then she had hoped and dared to look for
ward to life. What long weary days and
months had parsed by since then! How
one by one had her illusions faded ; how
had long weariness made her almost de
sire death rather than the dull monotony
which, like a heavy pall, had hung over
her young life.
She walked on slowly and sad through
the small neat rooms, till at last she stood
in what was her husband's study, and
paused in front of a full length picture of
herself that was hung above his desk.
" How will he gar e on this when he
returns and finds me not T Y'cars ago
he would have cursed me for he
loved me then ; but now he will discard
the picture as he has discarded nie, I will
not wec-p ; why should I ; I am nothing ;
I have been long nothing to him ; I go to
love and happiness, ridding him of a bur
then on his life."
As he uttered these words Estelle drew
from her finger her wedding-ring and laid
it on the writing paper which lay ojen on
her husband's desk ; then taking a pen
she wrote beneath :
" Farewell ; forget me."
For wne moment she bent over the desk,
thru knelling before it, she pret-sed Lcr lips
on it, and a tear fell on its polished sur
face. "Now it is over!" she exclaimed;
" now I Lave renounced all forever."
Then with a firm step she passed from
the apartment, and, going to her own
room, threw over her dark grey dress a
large black cloak, turned from the mirror
which never was to reflect her image
ag.iin.
Madamtt is going out," said the po
lite dapjHT servant, emerging from a
kitchen that looked like some elegant
amateur cooking plaything.
4 Yes," said Katelle, " Monsieur will
be back to-night ; tell him there is a note
from nic on his table ; that will tell him
where to tiud me."
A pleasant evening to madame," said
ihe woman, xlitcly advancing to open
the door, and shut it after her mistress.
"Uood bye, J-iinnette," paid Mine.
Vergennes, and thus it was that Enclle
passed from her home for the last time.
In a few minutes she was in the crowd
of the Rue Houlevards, and then passed
on with rapid step to the Iiue St. I lonorc.
At the corner of the Place do la Made
leine, just beyond the place where the
tiuit eie aux jleurs is held, there was a car
riage waiting, and pacing the pavement in
front'of it a gentleman who every now and
then would rush to the corner nearest the
boulevards and look with a straining; gaze
at the ever-moving crowd that came
toward him. At length he descries the
dark, unobtrusive figure making her way
with quick step through the gay and busy
multitude Then ho utters a cry of de
light and dashes not towards her, but
back to the carriage. He opens tho door
himself, lets down the steps, and,, bidding
the coachman be ready to start, he waits,
looking eagerly towards the corner of the
boulevards.
The pavement by the church is entirely
deserted ; the lady in the grey cloak has
turned the corner, she ccmes along, the
shadow of the tall marble columns fall
ing on her as she passes, and at last she
reaches the spot where he stands. Her
breath comes quick and fast, her eyes
are wildly bright, and her cheek glows.
She cannot speak, she holds toward him
two little trembling hands and tries to
pmile. He seizes them both in his grasp,
then placing his arms around her waist,
he lifts her into the carriage. Another
moment and he leaps in himsolf, closes the
door, and in a loud tone bids the man
drive on. The coachman gives the horses
a touch with the whip, and with a start
and a snort they start off at a rapid pace.
Then for the first time the gentleman
turns towards Estelle, and putting his
arms around hor presses her to his heart.
"Mine now forevcrmore."
" Yours alone Octave, for I have left
all else ; the world is naught to me now ;
from this moment I am no one ; I have
renounced even my name, and if you for
sake m, I have bat to die.
EBENSBURG, PA. WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 9, 1S64.
" Estelle, my life is dedicated to you
from this moment. I know all you have
sacrificed for me."
" Ah ! nothing if you love me ; for
what is all in the world besides love? I
have made no sacrifice. Y'ou know, Oc
tave I have not deceived you ; I have
loved my husband devotedly, passionately,
I was content to share with him his me
diocracy of fortune, and to wait the re
Bult of those talents which it is said he
possesses. But alas I he cared not for
me ; I was nothing to him ; I shall be
nothing in his life ; scarcely will he per
ceive my absence."
" Estelle, you know not how much
tenderness there is in my love ; it was the
utter neglect with which I saw you treat
ed that first interested me in you. Be
lieve me, Estelle, had you been a happy
wife, I loved you too well to have sought
to take you from it. Now you are to me
a holy trust, the only woman I have pas
sionately loved, and to you again, I re
peat it, I devote my life. I know society
will turn from you-for this one act that
binds you to me forever, but the world is
open to us. I am rich ; never till now
did I know the value of riches ; and so
long a3 this heart beats, you, so help me
heaven, shall not know a pang."
Octave Scran drew Estelle toward him,
and she laid her head on his shoulder and
sobbed. Strange are the workings of
woman's heart ; to feel at that moment
that she was the sole object of love to a
true heart restored her to her own esteem,
healed the wound to her vanity, yet never
did the house she had left forever appear
in such a seductive form ; and leaning on
the shoulder of her lover, she regretted, if
not her Lusbund at least his love.
But the carriage bore them on ; they
reach the railroad station " Chemin de
Midi," and in a few minutes are rushing
on with all the power cf steam.
Meantime, weary and full of thought,
Henri Ycp'ennes comes from a loiijr ses
sion in the courts hack to his home.
''Madame is out," says Jeanette, " but
she has left a note for you on your desk
in the study."
Henri scarcely hears what she says;
he is absorljed in a difficult law
question, and if he had tbought at all
aeout Estelle, it would be think it was a
a relief that she was not there to interrupt.
Takin" out a cigar, he laid down on the
sofa in his stuily, and opening his briefs,
began to rea l the difficult point over again.
Jeanette was tiie first person who in
terrupted him. The dinner was ready.
"And madame ?"
She had not returned.
Then Henri remembered what Jean
nette had said, and went to the desk.
There his eye fell on the wedding ring,
and the few words written beneath told
him all.
For a few minutes he stood, not
stunned by the blow, but recalling as he
gazed on the ring all the events of
the last three years. The love that had
laid dormant iu his heart all arose with
its strength and passion, and, as he
thought, his conscience told him how he
had neglected her, how for the last year
this young, beautiful, loving wife had
been as nothing to him in his home.
One look he gave up at her portrait
that smiled down on him ; then throwing
himself into a chair, he laid his head on
the desk beneath, and wept as man weeps
in his life but once, tears that are the
very heart's blood.
At last weak and exhausted, he looks
up once again, he gazes on the portrait,
and feelings of pity and tenderness came
over him. He has forgotten his own
sorrows ; he thinks of her only of her
whom he had sworn to shield from all
evil, till death should part them. It
might yet be time to save her ; she was
forever lo"t to him, but perhaps he might
rescue her from disgrace, from the long
life of wretchedness that must inevitably
be her fate.
lie does not waste time in seeking in
formation ; but, like a good lawyer, goes
at once to the right source to the Kue de
Jerusalem ; there one of the French de
tective officers will soon put him on the
track, tell him all.
Meantime on goes the train, night has
come, and the fugitives, the first emotion
over, have began to get anxious as to
pursuit. They may be traced to the
railway station, resuming their journey
south next d ay by a later train, so that if
Henri shall have left Paris in search of
them, he will have had time to take one
of the trains that starts in the night.
With a feeling of security, next morn
ing they re-entered the train. They have
been undisturbed ; yef, Estelle has left
l'aris, hejrhome, her husband, her cares
forever. 'Twenty-four hours and they
will be on the Mediterranean, safe from
J1 parsuit. Pot all st once there is a
DISTRIBUTED ALIKE. UPON THE HIGH AND THE LOW. THE RICH AND
strange commotion, a violent shock, a
sudden scream, that is the concentration
of the agony of hundreds, and then Es
telle remembers nothing.
Vhen next she opens her eyes and
gazes round her, who is it their glance
encounters? Her husband ; yes, Henri
Yergennes, and with a shriek she turns
away. Then she tries to recall what has
happened ; she tries to account for his
presence tliere ; but in vain, her brain is
still full of confusion, and a dull pain
numbs all her faculties. It is Henri's
voice rouses her at last. He came tow
ards her ; He is leaning over her.
" Estelle," he says, " can you rise ; it
is necessary wc should reach l'aris to
night." " l'aris ! Y'ou " murmured Estelle.
" Uo you remember nothing !"
" Why are you here ?" said Estelle,
evading the question.
"I will tell you all. I was on the
train in which you were, when
" Oh !" exclaimed Estelle, " I remem
ber now the horrible crash, tho screams,
oh! where," but here a deep color came
into her pale face, and she buried her head
in her pillow.
Octave Sernn is dead," said Henri,
in a cold, calm voice ; "you I believe are
uninjured ; I am not here to reproach you,
this is not the t ime, but to save mv honor
and yours. Your flight was known to
none ; you niuft return with me ; jour
guilt will be thus forever hidden to all but
me, and I shall keen the secret for mv
own sake "
" What if I will not return V
"I have not thought of that, because
3'ou will return."
" Will you take a faithless wife back
again beneath your roof ?"
" liise, Estelle, I am your husband ; I
will be obeyed, and answer no more vain
ues(i.ns ; we must be in Paris to-night
we must'lte together to-niorrow at broth
er's wedding; there is no time to lose ;
the train starts in an hour. In an hour
I shall come. and take you, be ready."
Estelle, as soon as he was alone, threw
herself down on the bed, and wept bitter
ly ; she had the crime of murder on her
conscience ; yes, Octave had died for her ;
why had she not died, too. At that mo
ment it seemed to her she had never loved
any one but Octave. For Henri she had
the most profound contempt, Forgive a
faithless wife Y forgive her ? take her back
to his bosom ? she dispised him. Still
she felt she would be compelled to obej'
him, and drying her tears, with dogged
resolution she began her preparations.
1 lenri found her ready, and without an
other word, drew her arm through his,
aud led her to the train.
Once again Estelle is beneath the roof
she thought to have left forever back to
her home honored as she was. Her hus
band's sister is there waiting for her. She
speaks of Henri's absurdity in taking his
wife on so hurried a journey; she asks
details of the terrible accident. Henri
never leaves the room, and under the in
fluence of his firm, cold eye she contrives
to give coherent answers.
At last they are alone ; then Henri bids
Estelle listen to him.
" Madame," he says, " it is right you
should understand your position. I have
saved you brought you back for the sake
of my reputation and for your sake."
"You cannot think I shall love you,"
said Estelle with contempt.
"Madam," continued Henri, with a
cold, sarcastic smile, women of light vir
tue, women like yourself are to plentiful
in l'aris for me to ask your love Y'ou
are here merely as the representative of
my honor. Because I have sworn to pro
tect you, I saved you from the ignominy
into which you had thrown yourself; I
was prepared to take you at any cost from
your seducer ; death saved me the trouble.
By tho way, that you may not there is a
trick on my part, here is an account of
the accideut in this paper, you will find
his name in the list of the dead. Madame,
you are the mistress of my house ; you
are to the world, to our friends, even to
my family, all you were before ; and
mind, that neither by word, or look deed
you betray the past.
" Y'ou scorned and neglected roe, Henri,
when I was faithful to you when I loved
you now do you think me so base as
not to dispise "
" Madame," said Henri, " allow me
to conclude ; you have heard my first
with regard to ourselves. To me alone,
of all the world, you are not a wife ; you
are a woman who has forfeited all esteem
and all rcspeot ; to me alone you are the
imstress of Octave Seran, and as Buch a
woman shall I look on you and treat you.
Never speak to me when there is no wit
nesses ; you will know nothing of my in
terests, nothing of my feeling, nothing of
anything that coneern in lou have
no rights ; you are a creature living on
my bounty, at my mercy a criminal
living ever with her judge remember
this, Madame ; but remember, also, that
you have not the privilege of complaint,
nor shall you dare to breathe to any living
ear, not even to your confessor, one word
of your past crime or your present punish
ment." Henri left the room. Estelle's first
impulse was to fly the house ; but then
whither could she go ? Even her own
relations, when Henri should reveal the
truth as in case she rebelled he would
would drive her from their presence.
"Octave I Octave!" said she wildly,
bursting into tears, " why did I not die
with you?"
But there was nothing but submission,
and wretched and heart-broken Estelle
submitted.
Henri kept the conditions he had made
strictly ; in his public, in his own family,
his attentions to his wife were greater than
they had ever been; tenderly he cared for
her, gently he spoke of her he was grow
ing richer ; his genius was emerging from
the crowd and bringing its reward ; luxu
ries increased around Estelle ; her home
was one of splendor ; she had numerous
servants around her, atid a carriage at her
command. Her diamonds and dresses
were the envy of her friends. Her own
relations congratulated her on her happy
marriage. The world, too, told her that
she should be proud of her husband,
prophesying that he would rise to the
highest honors. But Henri had never
changed his manner towards Estelle ; in
difference, silent contempt marked Lis
manner towards her; not for an in.-tant
did he win to forget that she was to him
nothing but Octave's mistress.
All intimacies, too, were forbidden to
Estelle.
" I cannot trust you.'' he would saj ;
" you may find another lover ;" or, if a
young and irtuous wife would seek Es
telle's friendship, he would command her
to avoid it.
" Y'ou might corrupt a virtuous woman.
You are not fit society for her."
Spite of his solicitude in public, he
never noticed Estelle's health or sickness
in private, and when he himself was suffer
ing, resolutely refused all her care.
So for five years they lived. Perhaps,
after, all, the quality which inspires most
love in the heart of woman is strength.
The Indian squaw loves her husband for
the number of foes he kills ; the woman
of civilization loves man for the power cf
his mind, the strength of his character
and will. Estelle, for the first two months
had revolted and resisted ; she had mourn
ed deeply Octave's death, but it stemed
impossible that she could weep for him
beneath her husband's roof ; she was
ashamed of grief for her lover in his pres
ence. So gradually the grief faded, and
rarely did the image of Octave intrude on
her mind. Then came a deep feeling of
humiliation. Then a spirit of defiance
arose in her ; but her husband's calm un
alterable authority soon subdued her.
Hearing the world's eulogiums of him,
seeing him surrounded with its admira
tion, she grew to be proud of him, to In
proud of the homage she received from
the world as his wife. Then came bitter
rejHmtance for the past, deep remorse, as
tonishment at the folly which could have
preferred poor Octave to such a man as
Henri. She came to love him passionate
ly, devotedly, and to feel that such a love
was utterly hojn-less. Y'et, wherefore?
She was beautiful, young, admired ; he
might be made to forget, he might be
brought to love her. Patiently she began
trying to win back his affection, but Henri
perceived her intentions.
" 3Iadame," said he, " do not try your
arts on me. I am not to be seduced, and
if by a strange irresistible fatality 1 Lad
conceived a passion for you, a degraded
woman and a faithless wife, I would
die rather than yield to it. " Pray, Ma
dame, try no coquetries on me."
Estelle turned away, her brow burning
with shame ; she was a creature of deep
feeling and sudden impulse ; she was
desperate, and all her woman's pride had
been deeply wounded. She fled to her
room, despair in her heart.
That night, when Henri returned home,
on his desk he found, as he had found five
years before, Estelle's wedding ring, and
the word " farewell.
A deep pang shot through his heart ;
had she left him again ? Was she so de
praved, so corrupt? He rushed to her
room, threw open the door, and crossed
the threshold he had never passed for five
years "before.
AH was still and silent ; ho dashed
back the curtains cf the bed ; there lay
Estelle, pale, beautiful, and very still ;
she did not turn as he approached her ;
she d'nl t more; he rmt hi hand on
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VOL. 11 NO. 44
her heart, it did not beat ; Estelle was
dead !
Then Henri knelt beside the bed, and
pressed his lips to her brow, in one long
and sfraining kiss '
"It is better thus," he eaid ; "she
has spared us both a life of torture, for I
loved her."
t3 "Oh! Angeline,". said a young
horticulturalist to his love one evening,
" If you could only see my Isabella.
How each day she developes new beau
ties so beautiful ! hanging over me so
tenderly no honey so sweet to tlie taste."
Angeline suddenly fell to the floor liko
a flat-iron. " "
" Yillian !" she cried, "you love an
other!" and swooned away.
"Oh! I have kUed her!" exclaimed
the young horticulturalist, jumping up
wringing his hands. "Oh, Angeline
don't don't! Y'ou musn't for the world,
Angeline I didn't mean it I only meant
the grape vine !"
Angeline recovered.
A minister once delivered a stron"
sermon against visiting on Sunday even
ing. After tea the young clergyman said
to a friend :
" Come, let us go to the Deacon's and
spend the evening with his daughter."
" How?" cried his friend, with much
surprise, " is it possible you can make,
such a proposal to me, after the sermon
you have just concluded ?"
"O pshaw," said he, "I only made
those remarks in order that we might
have the bettor chance with the girls our
selves." Aunt E. was trying to persuada
little Eddy to retire at sundown.
Y'ou see, my dear, how the little
chickens go to roost at that time."
" Yes, aunty," repiied Eddy, "but the
old hen always goes with them."
Fowler met Chapin the other
night, and says he, "Tho street cars are
going to stop running after to-moiTow."
" No !" replied Chapin, " what for !'
" Because they can't catch up to it !
and Fowler dodged round a corner.
Once on a time a little boy was
naughty, and hi mother said to him very
solemnly: " It' you are such a bad lit
tle boy mv son, you will not go to Hea
ven." " Well," Paid h. pouting his lips,
1 btiieve I'd about as lief stay in town."
C.T A brow-beating counsel asked a
witness how far he had been from a cer
tain place. "just four yards, two feet
and six inches," was the reply. " How
came you to be so exact, my friend V
i Beeause, I exjectfd -ine or other
would ak me, I measured it."
S3" A lVr.rsyIvii1iaeditors.13-s, "some
body brought a bottTe of sour water into
our otneo, with a n. quest to notice it as
lemon lx-er. If Esau was grien enough
to sell bis birth-right for a mes of pottage,
it does i.ot prove that we will tell a four-.-hilling
lie fr Jive cents.."
C?" We note in a contemporary's col
umn the advertisement of a lady for a
husband. "None need apply under six
feet !" Whew I but the lady" goes in fe
rociously for I Iy-men.
C3" Jones writes to a friend and closes
by saying : "lam glad to be able to
say that my wife is recovering slowly."
C- A Mr Henn has started a new
pajier in Iowa. He says Iw; hopes by
hard tTatcLiiig to make a living for him
self and his little chickens."
CJT " Well, John, did you take that
note I gave yon to Mr. Smithers ?" in
quired a geutleuian of his rustic servant.
" Y'es sir," replied John "I took the note,
but I don't think he can read it." "Can
not read It !" exclaimed the gentleman?
" why so, John V " Iiecause he is so
blind, sir." 44 While 1 wor in the room
he axed me twice where my hat wor, and
it wor on my head all the time."
3 A kind hearted wife once waited
on a physician to request him to prescribe
for her husUind's eyes, which were sore.
" Let him wash them every morning with
brandy," said the doctor. A few weeks
after the doctor chanced to meet the wife.
" Well, has your husband followed my
advice?" 44 He lias done everything in
his power to do it doctor, but he never
could get the brandy higher than his
mouth."
Sts- .Nothing is a more certain preventa
tive of old age and its accompanying in
firmities than a slit in the wind-pipe ; but
we can't recomend it to good membra of
society.
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