Literary cadet and Rhode-Island statesman. [volume] (Providence, R.I.) 1827-1829, 1828-02-27

you have given me- cried ], will secure
US from want, and you have still many
irien nds.' Not one-not oneP cried he
in agony. driven to despair by my losses
on Change, / had borrowed money
where l could, and finding i'll luck con-
tinually pursue me, had recourse to
forgery. My crime is on the eve Of be-
ing discovered. must fly, and instant
ly: but will not leave thee, my poor
ruined boy, wholly without resource
Take this-it is the half Of what remains
to me. He offered me a pocket book
Irejected | it with look Of horror. This
alone was wanting!' cried he, in voice
Of fury, as he rushed from the room.
followed him-I begged his pardon on
my knees, but was resolute in refusing
the money. He fed; and just when
began to Icongratulate myeelf that he
was safe from pursuit, heard the over
whelning tidings of his arrest and sub
sequent execution. A burning fever
seized mel should have perished un-
der il but fer the charity Of one of those
who had suffered the most by my unfor-
tunate father. May Heavens choicest
blessings light uponthat worthy man.
Far from reproaching me, he took pains
to console me. He even carried his
charity so far as to recommend me to
the merchant in whose employ l was
when you took me into your house. You
will feel that, after this avowal, we can
never meet again. Farewell, forever,
my friend-my benefactor! My hapPi-
ness--eternal happness-be the portion
Of you and yours!
GEORGE ST.. AUBIN." !"
The first impulse Of Stendhal was to
cause immediate search to be made for
George; but all inquiries were vain: he
had quilted tho town, and no ono knew
whittier he was gone. Stendhal was at
first truly grieved at his flight-but when
no began to reflect coolly on all the cir
cumstnnces Of the case, he was not sor-
ry that George had Quilted them as he
did; for with all his affection for the
young man, he shrunk from the idea Of
giving his daughter to the son of a con-
victed felon.
He felt, however, deeply, for the effect
which the flight o! George evidently pro-
duced upon Leoncadie; and, after con-
sultatlon with his wife, he determined to
tell her the truth. She wept bitterly at
hearing it; but il was evident that her
mind was relieved, for, from that time,
she appeared more tranquil. She devoted
herself still more exclusively than evor
to her family, stunned society, as much
as she could, and though always even
tempered, and at times cheerful, it was
easy to see that she was not happy.
Four years passed; Leocadie received
many offers of marriage, but refused
them all SO peremptorily, that her parents
despaired Of ever seeing her married: it
grieved them, but they would Lot, con-
strain her inclinations. In the beginning
of the fourth year, Stendhal went on
business 10 Paris, where he met, by ac-
cident, with an old friend, whom he had
not seen for several years. After the
first greetings, mutual inquiries were
made as to what had happened to each
since they last met Stendhal had en-
joyed an uninterrupted course Of pros
perity. whilst his friend had experienced
many reverses OF fortune.
81 was,' said he, at one time extreme
ly rich; severe losses reduced me to a
competency, and was deprived Of that
by the dishonesty of a friend whom ]
loved, and nwhom placed implicit con-
fdence.'
sAnd now" cried Stendhal, in tone
of anxious inquiry
why now, thanks be to Heaven, and
to the honestest man have ever known,
| have recovered my last loss.'
How so?'
'The son of the man who robbed me
came Unexpectedly into the possession
of a very considerable property, and the
first use he made of it was to pay every
shilling that his father owed
'What worthy fellow!'
'Ah! you would say so if you knew
all. The father who was universally be-
lieved to be very rich, had taken up mon.
ey wherever he could, and the amount
of what he owed was within few hun
dreds of the sum his son inherited. The
young man did not hesitate; he paid to
the last farthing of his unworthy fathers
debts. Az none Of us had the smallest
claim upon him, we felt it our duty to
offer to give up part; but he would no,
hear Of t.
THAT was right; I like his spirit; and
yet, poor fellow, il was hard for him too,
to have only a few hundreds left
Nay, he has not even that
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