The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1843-08-29

was and and careworn. As to my mother, misfortune
light TO her, shared with her beloved husband,
hs presence consoled her for all.
But il necessary provide for tho future. My
father had quilted Geneva twenty years before, he
returned 10 it stranger; yet he found tho friends
Of his youth, and renewed his acquaintance with
them. Doctor Coindet was Of the number. lie adj
vised him to demand of his father what belonged 10
him by right Of succession to his mother. lie did So
My grandfather answered only in these words: The
accounts and tho money have been Deposited for
long time with NJ. Demolle, Of Geneva MY father
received fifteen thousand forms.
"Some time afterwards, Colonel Hogger, who was
recruiting n swiss regiment in tho pay of the new
King of France, made proposition 10 my father to
enter it with his former rank and high pay Nv
father answered, Il know but one standard, but one
master! My sword shall never leave it's scahbard
except 10 fight with the friends of the Emperor ngans,
his enemies And Andrew, who heard him, threw
himself on my fathers neck and straning him to his
heart, he said to him: That's right, Phillip, that's
right II you had had the basencss to cat the bread
ofthoso who have taken the place of tho Emperor
with the nrm that have, would blow out my
brains, that might not see your dishonor, my broth
err
'My father invested twelve thousand forms in the
speculation Of the Steam Packet Winllied, on the
route from Genevn TO Iausanne he kept the rest Of
the sum to live until he should realize tho great
profits that he expected from this business This
caused my mother much anxiety. With the income
Of fifteen thousand forms, whole fortune, we
could have lived comfortably; bu, she had not been
consulted. Andrew uugured good from the spec
uation. 'You then would not have done rs my hus
band has'' asked my mother in alarm. NO. nm
swercd he, 'but Phillip knows Than do Re
sides, what is done; il misfortune attends il well shall
I not DO ,crc'''
"Andrew was hotter Off than were, Madame;
his connexions, and uncle who dwell, at Bcrcnc,
had len him some property. Generous Andrew! he
has been since that time guardian angel our con
iidant, md our consolation. My father wrnpt up in
his enterprise. passed the days at Geneva we were
always alone. My mother did not complain. but sho
suffered. and Andrew made excuses for my rnher
III is fortunate, said he Ill makes him forget the pas,'
and my mother checked sigh, with the thought that
with her husband, her children, and seven hundred
orns Of income she ought to be he happiest OF wo.
men
''We had almost resumed our former way Of Iiv-
ing. Maurice. who, since tho return OF my father,
did not dare to come 30 often, to ace Us as
before. We loved him so much, and Andrew did
not frghten him AWAY. Maurice made grca, pro-
gress in the art Of design, and this good Andrew to
whom my mother had told the history Of the poor
abandoned orphan, every time that Maurice brought
sketch, bought it Of him. to ornament tho walls of
his chamber, rs he said It was always thus tina,
Andrew kind to every one.
"So,ns years passed away thus, almost cain, Cor |
my resigned mo,hcr-hnppy to myself who but
child. II was like halt in destiny. :. |
And now. Madame, said she, with her sad smile il
your interest does not flag, you shall follow in the
path at the end of which my grave is ding, . =.
and You will no, wonder that I am dying at twenty
years oldn'
Oh! do not say so, Clara, do not say so! cried
7. ut twenty years o.d-hope does not say adieu my
child.
"IIope! hopc!'' said sho wdIy-'oh, Heaven!
take me from the world before am guilty Of that |
crime TO hope"'
At this moment Andrew entered.
"Comc, my good, my dear Andrew, may God |
preserve your life!'' said she, seizing convul- |
svely tho hand Of her husband which she carried to
her lips.
They left me, and followed them with my eyes |
till they out OF sight.
The next day all was explained.
Clara was TO me astudy full Of interest Whence
had this child is"humbc flower Of the mountain" |
the Doctor called hor drawn this knowledge of the
affections Of the heart, which she explained nobly
in her sweet and picturesque language. Enthusiasts
tic and imprisoned when she spoke of her mother, Of
Andrew, and Of Maurice all three chastely blended
in her heart-cold and dfident in pronouncng the |
name Of her father. Always smble always natural,
her recital was the reflection Of her pure soul. and
every day became more interested in the domestic
drama.
With what impotence did wait for the afternoon
Of the following day-for it only at my house |
that Clara spoke Of the past. She came at length
but so feeble, so changed
s'Tt in the winter Of $780, resumed she "that
the bad weather obliged my father foreman at home
lie had become careworn, distracted, and my moth
err, though very anxious, dared not question him
She feared her husband; and Madame, with one
severe look my father would terribly me; and yet he
loved us; but something weighed upon his mind and
rendered him impatient and irritable. One word ,one
cruel word, explained it all to us afterwards.