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me, drive me from your presence for centrated passion, national phlegm, and ever! Oh, wisest and best for both! wild mysticism in her words and manMan never loved more devotedly, more ner; but saying thus, she coldly comnobly than Rosenfeld ; never more plained of weariness, and haughtily acfatally, more desperately than myself. cepting the services of her singular CaHonor and all pure joys are with the valiere, left the loggia, and me to the one-shame and misery with the other. solitude of my recess, and to the unuOh, Clotilde ! you are unconscious of sually painful ideas arising from this the precipice before you. I see it, I unexpected renewal of my interest in shudder at it; but with you I rush into the bride of Strasburg. the terrible abyss beyond, regardless of I afterwards learned from the Marthe present, and despairing of the future. chesa T—, that Madame Rosenfeld Is this a love to satisfy you, Clotilde ? lived some miles from Milan; and beis this total prostration of all pride, ing in the city for a few days, had that honor, hope, in time, now and to come evening, at her request, occupied her this entire abandonment-sufficient to loggia, the Marchesa being prevented prove to you the unequalled energy of accompanying her from sudden illness. my passion ? -Silent, Clotilde ?" Of course I was cautious in my in

No,” she slowly and bitterly re- quiries about this lady, but I heard plied, “not silent; but did you feel for enough to verify her own intimations, me as I require, you would see no sacri- that she was an unhappy wife. Five fice, no prostration, no abandonment in years had then elapsed since I had seen all this frensied devotion. This per- her a bride. She had no child ; her vading love would of itself exclude all husband was apparently neglectful. thoughts of common friendships, regrets She lived retired, but it was surmised for the past, fears for the future ; it in her seclusion she had a dangerous would be self-sufficing ; and absorb- companion. Poor Luigi !-had I dared ing these numerous sources of imagi- to speak, I might have suid he was nary obligation, impossible duties, and “more sinned against than sinning." fantastic gratitude, would exult in the Weakness and crime were strangefulness of its giant will, till in one en- ly compounded, in various proportions, grossing object all meaner, weaker im- between them. I need not pause to pulses were forgotten.”

analyze those respective proportionsThere was a strange mixture of con- each reader must do it for himself.


“My dear H," said a young friend “ You know," he returned, “I am to me, one evening, while passing near not the least inclined to gaming, of all the Palais Royal, “you are the best other misdemeanors." guide to Paris in every way; the safest “I believe you are not so disposed," as well as the most indulgent of com- I said, “ but it is contagious; don't panions, and so knowing in everything, trust yourself frequently, or long, with could you not give me a glimpse, those who have the disease.” without shocking even the Bishop's no We were soon ushered into one of tions, into Frascati's ? Come let us en- these spacious and brilliantly decorated ter into the Inferno, and yet leave not salons, where both men and women reall hope behind. I will look on, or play sort nightly, pursuing the phantoms of for just as much as you think proper.' wealth, or pleasure, or both, until the

I consented-thinking that when an chase is ended in the dismal regions of ingenuous young person asks a favor, eternal death. We advanced to a which in itself there is nothing abso- Rouge et Noir table. I explained, as lutely wrong in granting, it is better to well as I could, the game, and its hazgratify his natural curiosity, and secure ardous nature. Rhis confidence by never denying such looked on earnestly for some time; temporary indulgence, when under cer while I, among the many faces around tain restrictions. “ You must not ex- of various character, and varying exceed 1000 francs,” I said ; " that is pression, was peculiarly attracted by enough for experience, and I hope for one who gazed with burning and dilatcuriosity also.

ed eyes on each card turned by the

; my friend,


mummy-looking, imperturbable Crou “Assuredly; the lady in questionpier.

the friend of the Italian-is a magni. An old withered, shrunken sharper, ficent creature. I think," said he, with parchment face, seamed in minute looking around, "she is there, in the wrinkles, his small, reddish eye ob- centre of that group of ladies laughing liquely regarding both the victim and so gaily." the cards, stood beside him who had “Good God !" I exclaimed, “is the. drawn my attention. They were bet- unfortunate woman to be so shamelessting deeply; the young man, a slight, ly transferred to that hideous spectre, dark-eyed, handsome fellow, had evi- without being consulted ?" dently come to his last stake. He “Oh, I presume not,” returned my clenched his hands tightly on the back informant; “doubtless all was settled of a chair, set his teeth, breathing hard before. He loves her passionately ; through his distended nostrils. The and how he has been urged by this dedamp sweat of uncontrollable agony mon vice, to fling her from him, is the stood like dew on his forehead. His problem to solve." curling hair fell heavily in wet masses “Can it be possible any woman would on his cheeks. A dark, purple flush agree to this? Set aside the dreadful and deadly paleness passed in rapid bartering of her liberty, only look at the succession

his countenance. contrast !could she be induced to seEvery nerve and muscle seemed in the parate from that man, and associate extremity of tension. It was a cast with such a horror as the other, be she for life or death.

as degraded as she may ?" “ That is a last stake,” whispered a “Ah, c'est selon, returned the gentlemanly person to me, observing Frenchman gaily ; “fine apartments, the exceeding interest with which I fine equipage, fine jewels, a pensionwatched the game ; "he has lost im- Ah, my dear sir, these are temptamense sums here within a week; old tions!" Lavaure is the winner. A most une At this instant the


Italian qual match the young fellow is, for one turned suddenly from the table. who has studied the chances of gaming, "C'est fini," drawled the old Lathe science in theory and practice for vaure, with seeming indifference. He twenty years."

then spoke apart to the Italian, on. “ You are sure he will lose?” I half whose face the tortures of the doomed inquired, anxiously:

were vividly traced by the finger of “Ah, Monsieur," replied the strang- despair. He replied in a hoarse, uner, smiling, one can never be sure natural tone, and waving to the gamwhile fortune is of le beau sere ; but I bler to follow him, passed on to the lafear it, I assure you ; and though he is dies, pointed out to me by the stranger. unknown to me, I should regret his Pushing in recklessly-almost rudely ruin for several reasons."

-among them, he stopped before a “Poor fellow,” said I, musingly, lady sitting; who rose as he approach" there is something familiar in his air, ed, and offered him her hand with in-a faint reminiscence I have, of see- describable grace, (the French gentleing him, but where, but when -I feel man, RM, and myself, had followed really interested in his success." also,) but without taking it, he coldly

Apparently Monsieur comprehends bent his head, saying : the present arrangement ?" half inter “Madame, Monsieur Lavaure” (inrogated the gentleman.

troducing him) “will attend you to your How, is there anything new in it?” carriage.” I asked.

“ Monsieur Lavaure ?" she repeated, Ah, not new," he replied," there is throwing her superb eyes on the cowernothing new, since before the days of ing animal bowing before her. the Epicurean Hebrew; but it is not you not leave now, Luigi? It is usual."

late." Pray, explain it, Monsieur, if you “ Monsieur Lavaure-Monsieur Laplease," said I.

vaure"-chokingly reiterated the ItalWhy, the young man has just staked ian ; "go with him-go-I will see you. his chère amie,” he said in a low voice. soon-you understand, Madame,” he

“What!" said I, indignantly, “is gasped, “you remember-I will exthat old wretch playing for a woman ?" plain again all to-morrow.”'


" Do

“To-morrow !" she gravely repeat- certain powerful prince, was secretly. ed in a very low tone. “ Monsieur managing great speculations in Austria. Lavaure, I accept your escort. Luigi, He made frequent journeys from home, be early to-morrow !"

was long absent, leaving his young wife One glance she gave of mingled pity in complete solitude. They who well and contempt, then calmly permitted knew Rosenfeld's deep and ambitious the old gambler to lead her from the character, were satisfied political views apartment.

were concealed beneath this esclandre; “ To-morrow!” murmured the Italian but his wife had not been trusted with in a voice almost plaintively sweet; the real purpose that gave cause for it, “To-morrow!" he paused for an in- nor, if she had, could she have believed stant, looking around fiercely, like a the singular infatuation. A youth of wild animal at bay, then rushing from some fortune, and carefully educated the salon, before he could be followed, by Rosenfeld, was her only companion; he had reached the grand entrance. A what I had heard in La Scala, explained crash-the click of a pistol—a report their subsequent intimacy, and who was -a heavy, dull fall on the marble pave- the tempter, who the victim. In ment-a mingled cry of horror and some moment of frenzied jealousy or commiseration,-told us the common wounded pride, Madame Rosenfeld left consummation of the gambler's fate. her home with the unfortunate Luigi.

Apparently he had hastened to catch Rosenfeld was just returned from one a last look of the lost and loved, but of his long, unaccountable absences. her carriage had driven off, and, as even He heard of his dishonored betrayal in that dreadful moment I was rejoiced without making reply to the informant, to see, had left behind Monsieur La- composedly arranged the day's busivaure, who now stood shivering among ness, destroyed innumerable papers, the crowd collected round his victim's drove out to his villa, and next morncorpse. Life was extinct; the unfor- ing was found in his bed as it seemed tunate youth had paid the penalty of calmly sleeping. From that sleep he his criminal love and ingratitude, not never awakened. Many said that some even having been able to profit by the curious developments of dangerous state warnings of the woman for whom he transactions, which might have sent him destroyed himself. Such is the down- to a dungeon in a Silesian fortress, was ward path!

the cause of his supposed suicide, rather The story of the elopement from than the desertion of his once beloved Milan, I learned some days after this and beautiful wife. dreadful dénouement, from the quiet, Poor old Monsieur and Madame Heiyoung, civil-spoken clerk who had first ligthal, after trying every means their mentioned to me the nuptials of Made- great wealth could put in operation to moiselle Heiligthal. I met him in a discover their daughter, sank under the Restaurateur's; he was on business in cruel calamity. The father died in a Paris. His story ran, that after the few months after the blow was stricken.. first year of residence in Italy, Madame My acquaintance, the clerk, had just Rosenfeld returned to Strasburg on a followed the remains of the poor mother visit, having in so short a time lost to the grave, previous to being sent to altogether the fresh and vivacious Paris by the youngest Heiligthal, who buoyancy of girlhood, without acquiring still continued the business of the senior the tranquillity and repose of manner partners in Strasburg—the second brousually attendant on happy wedded life. ther having withdrawn from the bankShe appeared preoccupied, nervous, ing-house, after the death of the elder and languid. Her good parents strong- and dearly beloved brother. He it was ly expressed disappointment at her too who had commissioned this young man apparent ennuyeuse expression. She to seek out his neice in Paris, where heard them with indifference, and gave they were informed she had of late no explanation ; while Rosenfeld was been seen. And subsequent to the as incomprehensible as herself. From affair which had brought the names of that time she never again revisited her the wretched pair into public notice, native city. About a year before her Mons. Sand, the clerk, had obtained an elopement, reports reached the brothers interview with Madame Rosenfeld. Heiligthal, that Rosenfeld, through his But after arranging everything for her influence over a favorite mistress of a immediate departure to her uncle's


chateau near Zurich, he found that she Rosenfeld gave her name as security. had mysteriously disappeared, and Lavaure possessed himself of the bond where she had gone he could not dis- for fifty thousand francs, and in a mo

The cause of the young Luigi's ment of madness and despair, Luigi desperate act he partially explained. staked what Lavaure called his interest Having, in two years since their flight in her, for that bond—and, as we have from Milan, expended his own small seen, lost. From this, Mons. Sand property, and the lady, always accus- supposed, that too proud in all her tomed to indulgence, being unable to misery and guilt, to become a dependexist without her most extravagant ent on her rigid uncle, (for the fortune wishes being gratified, Luigi sought of the elder Heiligthal was bequeathed fortune at the gaming table; had vari- without reservation to the second,) and ous success; became marked by La- fearing the legal claim against her, held vaure, and entrapped by the experi- by Lavaure, she had fled either to Engenced sharper; and after losing even land or America; if to the latter place, Madame Rosenfeld's jewels, as a last Mr. Sand entreated, should I hear of effort to retrieve his losses, he bor- her, to immediately communicate it to rowed money, for which Madame the house in Strasburg.


I CAN imagine nothing so exquisitely ferably warm. To avoid the incondelightful, so nearly approaching the veniences of sultry heat, I visited a felicity of the first dwelling in the ver- friend, who had a pretty place within a dant shades of Eden, as the gentle few miles drive of town. It was a reveries of a quiet summer's day in the sweet, quiet, embowered cottage, overcountry, when, happily exempt from looking a broad estuary, and though care for the present, or fears for the near the public avenues, secluded alfuture, the mere consciousness of ex most as a hermitage. istence suffices for the perfection of One glorious June day as I reclined enjoyment.

in my easy chair, dropping the book I I had returned from Europe. My had been reading from my hands, and health and spirits having been deeply being absorbed in memories still dear, impaired by some private sorrows, I though less painful than formerly, I had sought relief in travel, in long sank in half repose, while the balmy years of absence; and in some degree air waved rich blossoms of acacia resignation, if not tranquillity, was ob- against the light Venetian blinds, tained in the course of my wanderings. breathing around cool delicious per

I do not quite agree with one who fume, peace-bestowing as if the wafthas said,

ing of some passing angel's wing. “There is no hope in other climes, in Everything both within doors and withexile's varied years,

out was so perfectly still, that no sound There may be change of land and time, glittering insects, or the light rustle of

but the warble of a bird, the hum of but still unchanging tears."

fresh green leaves disturbed the do"The tears may indeed still flow, but minion of silence. Suddenly a clear they rise not from so bitter, so heart- female voice, accompanied by the tunecorroding a fount, as when the reality less tinkle of a common grinding organ, of our grief is ever painfully, unalter- burst forth in the joyous Swiss air I ably before our eyes.

first heard in that splendid salon by the Setting aside the numerous advan- banks of the far distant Rhine- Die tages of travel for enlarging a man's Gedanken Sind Frey.Oh, that meloknowledge, mind, and even human dious voice, that fresh, heart-stirring sympathies, it is sovereign as the ano- air, like flashes of sunshine on deep shadyne of those sorrows which seldom dow! I started up at once, and looked ask, and seldomer receive consolation eagerly out on the lawn ; but I sat in an in friendship, or solace in the calmer upper chamber, and the thick branches affections.

of trees interlacing before the window, In the large city where I usually intercepted my view directly in front, reside, the summer months are insuf- while the portico roof prevented my

-seeing beneath, where, as it seemed, of the day, all told a melancholy tale of the performers were stationed opposite woman's error and woman's unspeakthe hall door.

able misery and irretrievable disgrace. I ran down stairs, and found my host's She continued to sing; and again wife and daughters had likewise has- and again, her voice, still

beautiful, but tened at the sound of that enchanting strained, and sometimes harsh and brovoice to the verandah. Unwilling to ken, poured forth the rolling melody of be seen or recognized, if it were as, that well-remembered air. Evidently with rapid and most painful reminis- pleased with the admiration of the incence, I supposed, I went into a parlor, nocent and happy creatures listening to and through the jalousies had a full her, she became more animated, and view of the musicians.

sang several French songs with inimitOn the gravel walk fronting the win- able grace and expression. Yes, even dow, under the shade of broad green there, in that mean attire, conscious of trees, stood a young man, slender, pale, her degradation, and bitterly sensible of rather good looking, in a coarse sum- the lapse from innocence to guilt, the mer dress, with a straw hat placed exquisite elegance of manner of that carelessly on one side, his dark heavy singular woman was still discernible. curls covering a frowning brow, and Song after song was given, and conhis large black eyes glaring around cluding with a graceful bend, as she with a singular expression of scorn and finished “ Si vous m'aimez,” she waited disgust. He turned mechanically the for the gratuity usually bestowed. handle of the organ; not as if volun- Meantime, I desired one of the childtarily, but as if, being set in motion, he ren to inquire where the woman lived. was somehow compelled to go on,as his He did so, and I heard the address companion occasionally whispered to given. Turning to the young man, him. And that companion-oh the whose exact relation to her I could not change, the wild, sad, pitiable change, of course ascertain, she handed him the from that bridal veil, those crowning money just received; then smiling her roses, that gorgeous apartment, those thanks, and kissing her hand repeatedjoyous friends, that calm stately hus- ly, and courtesying, she turned away, band, to the immeasurable desecration and followed the surly organ-grinder to of the present time!

the gate. In another moment I heard her She was greatly altered in appear- carolling a wild Troubadour air as she

Exposure, evil passions, and trudged along the hot, dusty road. Oh, gross habits, had almost destroyed her what strange beings we become when former beauty. Her skin was brown once we violate, or abandon the laws of and coarse, her face flushed and swol- morality and society, to enter on the len; her eyes dim, with dull reddish paths of temptation and crime! lids, but boldly gazing with a reckless Early the next day I went to the gaiety; her mouth yet retaining its street where Clotilde said she lived. treasure of pearls, which she failed not No one resided in the lodging she men-, to display in smiles intended to be cour tioned. I sought for her everywhere. teous, and still fascinating. Her hair I advertised, but I saw her no more at was roughly gathered up under a large that time. An old Italian once answerFrench cap, and in her hand she held a ed the advertisement, and said a friend man's coarse hat, the substitute for the of his had married such a woman as I more seemly bonnet of woman. Her described ; that finding they could not gown of flaring chintz, her gay colored make much in the city, they had gone shoes, dusty stockings, her loose gaudy through the country towns. He proshawl flung back from her sun-burnt mised to inform me when they returnbosom, panting with the excessive heat ed; but I never saw him again.



THERE is no time in which I am so rors of despair, as on a winter's night deeply impressed with the prevalence in the streets of a large city. The of evil, the weary destiny of our fel- fearful inequality of station, the terrible low beings, the bitterness of poverty, preponderance of misery, the innumethe agonies of want and suffering, the rable victims of delusion, folly, vice, temptations to crime, and the hor- all going the onward course, but whi..

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