The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1857-09-19

"God bless you, Sir" she exclaimed,
fervently, "God bless you for your kind
ness We are poor, but We shall certainly
pay you, even if have to work day and
night for it."
Assuring her that money was no OBJ
ject with me U had precisely seven
francs and nine sous Isl 40) in my
pocket, with which to support myself a
week, until my quarterly allowance ar
rived), l offered her my arm, and we re-
traced our steps to the Faabosry IL An,
tin. Stopping before large, gloomy,
and dilapidated three story brick house,
she opened the door, and bidding me
take hold Of her hand (and very small,
delicate hand it was), she asccnded to
the attic Of the house, myself, as in duty
bound, following her. Arrived before a
narrow, low door, which she opened with
latch-key, my fair conduetress bade me
enter. The room was small and scantily
furnished, but the floor was scrupulously
clean, the white cotton curtains had the
appearance of driven snow, and, notwith-
standing the apparent poverty of the oe-
cupants, there was an air of comfort
about the apartment which in many an
elegantly furnished parlor could not be
found. A table, two chairs, an antique
bureau, which spoke of better days, a
washstand, upon which a burning oil
lamp was standing, and a bed, was the
entire furniture to be found. In the
window | noticed some flower pots, which
contained, Notwithstanding the advanced
season of the year, some magnificent
camelias in full bloom.
Marie" spoke voice which pro-
ceeded from the bed, "Maric, my child
have you brought the doctor p
In an instant Marie was at the bed
side, and, kissing the pale forehead of
the sufferer, introduced me as the ply
sician.
" am glad to see you, Sir; but feel
that no human power can save me. And
how gladly would | leave this earth,
were it not for my poor deserted child.
But oh /, doctor, | cannot leave her.
she continued "she is too young, too
innocent, to battle with the stern reali-
ties of life" Sobbing as if her heart
would break, Madame St Croix sank
back upon her pillow, while Marie clasp
ed her tenderly in her arms, bcseoehing
her to compose herself
/ endeavore to encourage the sufferer,
but very soon found that she could not
live to see the light Of another day. The
violent exertion she had made was too
much for her she fell back in state of
unconsciousness, while bloody froth was
issuing from her mouth liberation was
gradually consuming the lungs, and in
its progress caused the rupture of some
of the larger blood-vesscls. Soon she
became conscious again, and desiring
Marie to leave the room, she calmly ask
ed me how long, in my opinion, she could
still live. 81 am aware, doctor, that |
am DYING continued she, observing my
hesitation. " | wished only to know
whether | would live to see another an
niversary of my birthday. Tomorrow
(it was almost midnight) tomorrow
shall be thirty five As if painful re,
membranes were looming up before her
mind, she covered her eyes with hel
emaciated hands | was silent. could
not utter the empty words of consolation
Her grief was seated evidently in the
innermost recesses of her heart, which
nothing but Divine Love could heal
After few moments cf silence, she re-
sumed: Doctor, there are moments in
life when every event which character
lied our existence is standing out in bole
relief. This moment has come now
| feel that am dying, and for the SAKE
of my poor lonely Marie / must uttel
that which | hoped to bury with me,
She paused, looking up to me with tho
most painful anxiety. | assured her o
my sympathy, and that | would do al
in my power to assist her child.
Listen, DOCTOR" the dying woman
resumed, listen while | relate to you
story of blasted youth and betraye,
confidence ; story which, if found in
book, would be pronounced void of trutl
and the fruit of diseased Imagination
story which will make you blush tha
YOU are a man was born in the vii
lage of -, in the Department 0
Champagne. Ny father was farmer il
moderate circumstances, who found hi
chief delight in producing large crops
and in the comfortable appearance of hi
cattle. My mother was all that is good
and lovely, and kind. Her | loved will
my entire being. Ny childhood passe'
away in rural retirement, and | had jus
passed my fifteenth year when an even
occurred which changed my entire future
"You must know that in the montl
of September of every year we have
fair in our village, which is attended b