"He began also to neglect his Dolores, and to prove an indifferent spouse; even to accuse her of unfaithfulness, alas! she loved him far too wildly for such madness. "But he disappeared from little Dolores one day, and never came back to her, and the silly girl's heart broke, she despaired. "Homeless, nameless, incumbered with a boy twelve months old, what could the poor wretch do? "She went away with the man who had roused the perfidious tailor's jealousy, a cotton manufacturer from Manchester, and became a wealthy woman, and quite forgot what cold and hunger were, although, good luck! she could not forget what true love had been to her. "She loved the boy, she nurtured him with care, and he was her only consolation when her heart was crushed with pain and what she then called--guilt. "When her protector died, she married an American who took her out to Washington; but by this time her heart was so old, and cold, and weary of beating that it could hold no love for any man, and she devoted herself to the pretty boy, and brought him up a little gentleman, although she never dared treat him as her son for fear she should hate him some day for his wicked father's sake. "She sent the boy to the North to gain a finished education, and lived very wearily with her jealous husband, finding her only amusement in attracting the homage of the men she met, and repaying it with scorn. "At last she grew too restive under the yoke, and having had experience before of the evils of jealousy in a husband, she declined rehearsing her part a second time, and forestalled the humiliation by eloping with a Virginian planter. "Hapless wretch! Can you blame her, dear count? no, no, we shall blame it all on that perfidious little tailor who broke her heart at first. "She liked the sumptuous life on the fine plantation passably well, her mansion was admirably arranged, her _menage_ was fine, her slaves numerous and docile; Dolores reigned royally. "But her malevolent destiny could not leave her long in comfort, poor soul; it swooped upon her when she was almost contented, and with inflexible hand pushed her into misery once more. "The war broke out, the slaves fled, monsieur, her kind friend went to Richmond and got a company, and Dolores was left in the great house with only one quadroon girl and a couple of old negroes to protect her from danger. "In the second year of the war, her fate was sealed. "One day a detachment of Federal soldiers encamped in the plantation, and two colonels came to the mansion to demand shelter for their wounded. "The terrified Dolores was hastening down stairs to see them, when a voice which she had not heard for eighteen years sang a gay French _chanson_, which she last had heard from Ladislaus Schmolnitz, on the pretty banks of Theiss. "Friends, this wretched woman recognized that voice as belonging to her once loved little tailor.