Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1857-10-30
VOLUME a, NO. 40.

hut when the marriage day came, he re-
mainod shu, up in his little chamber. Nei'
thcr food nor drink passed his lips; but
could hc have been seen by any one,
mighty mental conflict would have been re-
vcalsd to the witcher-it was the last great
struggle with human passion. The last
har To his dcvoiing himself To one great
obrct was removed.
The rossips who had aforotimc interested
themselves 50 literally in the Affairs OF
Jacques and Madeline, ones more twitted
Madame Guyot, sayins, 1t plainly was not
love tha, made her -on such mr-er in his
habits. but .lc answered them more proud
" than ever, that Jacques would now look
higher ior a wife.
So, first one great lady, then another was
aii to bc tie fair Object for whom our hero
cherished secret passion, and whom he
wn. trying IN equal In wealth. But though
MaIame Guyot iosterci ,he idea, she, poor
.5ul, knew bctter for only few day,
aite- the marriage Of hrs one love, Jacques
had begged her, in a broken voice, TO end
out whether the little vessel in which Made
line bad borne the precious draught Of water
70 hi' bedside, dozen long years ago, wcro
It'll in existence.
"Oh. my son." said Madame Gnyot.
4" since you did - love Madeline, why did
you lc, her go2 Shc would not now be tho
vile Ola stranger, Il you had asked her for
thy,oll"
" Better a, i, is, mother, " replied
Jacques, though hi- Zip quiycrcd while be
spoke, and again begged hi' mother 10 pro-
cure what he had mentioned, at any cost.
. Madame Guyot'. mission proved success
'ul. though the mother Of Madeline mar.
yrIlri greatly at the request and both tho
worthy ma,rous agreed that the conduct Of
JAcquc. was problem beyond their power
to solve Elcrly wa. the little vessel
s,,ei by him. and after bc,towing many
grateful thank. on hi. mother, he conveyed
. u % his own little room. Could the thing
Of clay have spoken. i, might have told
how, when Others slept, Jacques spent ma.
nv an hour in .ishs, and even toars. Aye,
f,r every drop Of water it had once held.
ihc strong man paid in tears a thousand
told.
7 Year, sped on. aud the father and mother
OF Jac1uc, passed. from the earth. Tho
young man bad bocn called mi.cr, even
during their lifetime, bat now, indccd ho
mrr,tcl that title. LIVER craving for money.
he ailri u 10, store BY tho .iricts.t par,i.
mony. liz clothes we're patched by him.
-'li, again and again. till no traces OF tho
original .tuT remained. Generally bis ioe.
wrr, bare, anI even when hc wore any GOV.
erinc 1n them, IL consisted Of old shoes
which had bccn cast away a. worthless, and
picked up by him Ia his solitary wandcringN
through thc town. Ills iopI was oi tho
coars-t description, aud taken simply n
sustain Itla II, no longer occupied the
dwelling in which his early days had besn
spent; his present home was an old aud
ropmy housa, built with degree OF strength
which dcGod any attempt at entrance, un-
-lUcuonri By the will Of Il, occupant; a,
least without a degrcc OF force being uscd,
which must inevitably have lcd ~ discovery.
Here, then, dwelt Jacques Gayot quito
alone. hut far w1rs, than alone was be-
when absent from his house, Tor the evil r..
put, IN which be was held was such. that ~
hr walked, Oh, liIilc children ran shouting
after him There 60. GIyot. See thu
wrctchcl misgr, how thin hci,' lie gruiges
himself food To make himself TAT, and elOthe.
10 cover hi, lean old body" Then the mis-
chieyous urchins wonlI cast stones at Jac-
qucs, and load him with insults, unchecked
by their plr'nts. Buteven this was not tho
worst. One day be met a friend, or at least
Ice had bccn such in youth, and whom hs
had not seen lor many a long year. For
the moment, Jacques forgot his rag. and bis
i'1latlon-It was 80 long since a kindly
wort bad bccn bestowed on him. and Oh
how he ycarned 10 win il. Eagerly ho AZ.
unced with an inde-cribable glean OF Joy
lighting his punched features; but bis for.
mcr comnde shrank back, holding up his
hands, as II to forbid bis nearer approach,
saying As he did -,
81 will not bold communion with a thing
like you. DID you not love thy money bst-
ter than her who ought To be your wife
but you suffered stranger to carry he,,
away, and now the accursod thing is deare.
to You than yoursclf, though YOU have nei-
thcr child nor kin Tor whom to leave it.
Away touch me not
Another trial came still later, and Il wa.
the hardest Of all. A portly dame, elderly.
hut still fresh and comely looking, and with
a fair daughter by her side, passed leisuroly
along the streets of Marseillcs. They seer
ell TO be new arrivals; but the elder 80
was evidently no stranger, for she pOlntsd
out to her daughtet various changes which
had been made Of late. Jacques GuyO<
looked earnestly at the girl, for her features
brought wildly to his mind thOee Of the OBJ
Jet Of his own love dream, and as he came
near, he heard her mother call her Made
line. Another glance, and he recognized
the elder female as he Madeline Of his
youth. Though 50 many years had gone
over hi. head. his pale face was in moment