The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1856-03-29

WS-tnat ne S.OOu dpain among living mch
He wiped the cold sweat from his brow, and
felt his pulses bound once more with joy.
My wife my Louise 20 God, | thank
thee :" he exclaimed. But what mystery is
this ? Who are my deliverers-whose child
is this +? Boy, who are you?'
Monsieur Dacourt," said Antoine, without
needing the question, "see how fast the crowd
is gathering. Let Us hasten"
lie saw at once the necessity Of avoiding
observation. aud they hurried On without
more words. through obscure streets, till
they reached safer portion of the city.
Now look up my child" SAID he to Chris
tine. whose hand he held, ''let me see who it
is that has taken NE from the very mouth Of
the grave"
She did look up. ard her face vas reveIa-
ton that brwildered and startled him. Could
it be? Not was too strange to be true
and yet-yes. it must be- The hair, the eyes.
the expression, we're all like her.
"Whose child are you 2" he asked again,
so quickly and earnestly. that Christine was
frightened by lis manner, and trembled ex-
cessivcly while she answered
IL was UrsuIe's child when we lived in
the convent; but have no parents. live
with Marat"
4 strange light c!istened in his eyes. bu,
he checked the impulse to snatch her in hi.
arms and fold her to his heart; and then ar
expression of deep pain passed over his face
Yes, she was his own child-the child that
he had cruelty refused to love, because her
mother wronSed him-the child that. in The
darkness Of his despair, he had devoted, when
almost an infant, to the imprisonment OF a
convent for life. And she, too, had become
the prey of his evil genius - Marat. lie
,remtlr,l at the thought.
All these thoughts were in his heart, min
c!ed with the JOY Of new life. anil the swcc
an:icipations Of love. As he fastened toward.
the home which. brief half hour before, b,
hal never hoped to see again. But he dit
not speak his 'houshts. The open street va:
no place for explanations.
".Non Iieu :" exclaimed the old servant
who answered his ring. rs this my master =
Hush, hush, good Jacques. Yes, an
saved, thank God. Where is your mistress:
In her chamber, poor lady. She has new
er left it since YOU were taken away. Bu
DO not kill her with fright. Monsieur w
all Thought you we're dead"
Take these two children into the parlor
Jacques" And he bounded up the stairs.
We will not attempt to describe the meet
ing with his wife and sister. lie came &c
then as one from the dead, and no word.
can paint such a scene.
/" But how did YOU escape ?" asked bo:t
prise and JOY vas over.
NAV. am almost as ignorant as your
selves. But come. see my drliverers." AND
he drew them towards the parlor
While this was transririnc in the chambc,
of Louise, Antoine and Christine we're lef
alone in the parlor. for old Ja"ques had gone
as fast as his feet would carry him, to tell til,
tidirgs 10 the rest of the servants.
80, Antoine, now beautiful it would be I,
I live in such a house :" said Christine, wavin.
her hand over the rich velvet cushion of tn
sofa. IL never saw ANYTHING so pretty ex
cept-except-
! Except what ?" asked Antoine
was thinking of that pleasant roof
where used to live-O, so long ago"
Thou ddSt not live at all, so very long a
20, my little Christine"
There were such pretty bright curtains
and the sun shone always there. | believe.
. The entrance OF Dacourr interrupted then
J and the next instant, with wild cry o
: Joy, Christine sprang into the arms Q
Crsue.
Dear, dear Crsule," she said, as soon
! she could speak for her choking tears, "tbs
they are such bad peoplc-.may l live vii
; voh again.
The :wo mingled their tears, and held ca,
: other in a long, close embrace. DacOur, a
, preached with fearful eyes to take her fro
the arms of Ursule, but she clung to Il
= neck OF her old friend
4 II have deserved to stand second in h
love-" he said, half sadly. while Ursule gent
o umlssped the arms Of Christine, and turn,
= her face towards Dacourt
"Go to him, my child Thou hast saw,
}. thy fnher."
: He took her tenderly in his arms, and Lo
!. ise bent over her and kissed her, and soft
: smoothed her dark hair. and they we're all
n happy, that for little time they forgot DO
!. Antoine and the unexplained mystery Of 4
i release. But he was not left long to himse
|. Dacourt took him kindly by the hand, al
e presented him to his wife and sister as
is brave, unknown friend, to whom they ow
d all this happiness. "And now" said
!. "you must satisfy our curiosity by telling
j. how all this has happened"
The story was soon told; and they
p praised and thanked Antoine over and ov
9 again. Christine was delighted. 20, A
d tome! are We not happy" she asked. g