Bishopthorpe Manor School - Manorisms Yearbook (South Bethelehem, PA)

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'he ttlgnat nfwhnnthnrnv BOUT a hundred years ago, a Frenchman kno-wn as Monsieur Auguste, came from Paris to make his home in America, bringing with him his beautiful girl wife. At first he made his home in Philadelphia, but afterward built a country house, a stately stone mansion, which he called Fontainebleau. The people round about took especial notice of the man and his wife, for they presented an odd appearance. It is true, they lived in ease and luxury, Madam Auguste having a great number of servants and many beautiful horses, but something seemed amiss. Once in a great while the servants would disappear, and the young wife, Marie, was not seen for weeks at a time. Dame Rumorspread the report that Monsieur had her locked in the attic and kept her prisoner. Persons passing by always loo-ked at the attic windows and it is true occasionally saw a beauti- ful, white face looking through the dingy panes. Monsieur, or the August Monster, Cas he was generally known in the villagej, drove as usual and went his own way, making no friends, for no American, however disloyal or wicked, could be friendly with such a man, after once gazing into his scheming, cruel face, with black eyes, nerce mustache and long, gleaming teeth. The August Monster had locked his wife, for the fifth time, in the attic, for some petty reason, believing her to be guilty of flirting with a handsome young groom with whom she was accustomed to ride. For several weeks she had been kept a prisoner, the Monster visiting her only when fancy took him, and it was upon such visits that passers-by heard strange, wailing cries which seemed to come fro-m the attic. Of course it may have been mere fancy, but the general opinion was that the August Monster was unmercifully beating his wife. , One day Rumor was busier than ever. The climax to theiplay was finished and this is what the peo- ple heard. p ' One midnight the Monster sat in his room drinking glass after glass of the fine, French wine of which he was so fond. After every glass he grew more cruel and wild. As the little clock struck quarter of twelve with a cry of inhuman delight he started up the attic stairs. In his drunken frenzy the petty fault of which he accused his wife, grew larger and larger every moment, until it rose a thing so great, black and horrible before Monsieur's eyes that his teeth met with great force and his fist clenched tighter than ever as he staggered on towards the young girl. - 39 1, . .fn A ..x, L Yeh.. pf- ,-, V ' A m . im ff? - F, . 'P 4.1.5 2, 13235, ' Img, ,, Q, . .n,i,hM

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