Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1858-02-17
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THE LOST INHERITANCE.

The Paris correspondent of the New York
Express writes thus:
II hare sruI,y Tciate 10 your roatlere ttis
week, which, occupying more space than usu-
ally devote to incidents, conveys so excellent
moral, that have yielded to the temptation to
give it i'll full.
The train from Paris to Lyons stopped at the
station of Joigny, Il town upon the route, and
after leaving few passengers, again went on
The depot, Tor Il moment crowded with railroad
agents and lookers-o,., was soon deserted by all
but two individuals.
One of them was an old man dressed in the
garb of {. wcll-to-tlo farmer; the other, youth
Of five and-twenty, who seemed to be waiting
for some one to come and meet him. TO this
parsonage the old man finally addressed himself.
May presume: Sir" said l:e, "to inquire
if You are Clement s %
';Yes, my good man," replied the youth, with
hauchtness of manner, and lave no doubt
You are Nir. Martin
SAT your service, Sir" replied the other.
"Well, Mr.. Martini" continued Clement, in
the same tone, 4" began to imagine you intclr-
ded to keep ne waiting That would not have
been tic best manner in which to lave il>ilua-
ted yourself in my good sraceS."
The old man, instead Of replying, !et his lIca'E
fall upon Ills breast, as if i'll deep al!clion, and
conducted the newcomer towards large Uih-
fashioned low carriage TO which u very rough
looking horse was Iarre>sed.
"IIere is Your carriage Sir" said Martin.
eff you will lie good enough to get in, will
have the honor Of conducting You to the Her
mitage."
"That my carriage, Sir" cried Clement
"Wby, shall be taken for a travelling peddlcr."
But few days before, Mr.. Clement g., who
now put on 50 many line airs, was simple clerk
in crockcry store i'll Paris, and possessed the
reputation of being quiet, unpretendng little
fellow. What, then, Lad brought about this
sudden and radical transformation He had
become, since the previous day, rich man, and
be it well understood that the ros>eS>or Of an
income of twenty Thousand francs year finds
it difficult TO retain the modest demeauor of q
poor clerk On the previous day, while dust
inc the large piles Of c-ockcry un,;cr his charge
letter had arrived for him by the post, convey
Ing to him the startling intelligence that one of
his uncles, of whom lie had oftcn heard as All
eccentric and very wealthy old man. but whom
he had never seen h;V just died AT his chateau,
in Burgundy, leaving his nephew, Clement, sole
legatee to his estate, To- the exclusion Of many
other heirs.
desiring him to leave Paris Immediately, for
Joigny, the town near which this uncle had re-
sided, where he would meet Mr.. Martin, an DID,
confidential servant of the defunct, and be con-
Quoted from the railroad to tue I" Hermitage"
the name which the deceased had given to the
chateau and his estate.
Almost driven out of his senses by such an
unexpected stroke, he fastened TO obey the no.
tary's directions, and on his arrival at Joigny,
Joined Martin, as we have seen.
On ioltcd the queer vehicle in which our hero
had so contemptuously taken Il seat, until, after
a ride OF several miles, the occupants arrived at
their destination. Martin offered the hono's cf
the Hermitage to tie new proprietor, called all
the servants and introduced them to their flu
turc master, and then conducted tie latter to
his own apartments.
'sThis was the sleeping chamber Of your un-
Gle" said Martin, as they entered vast apart
ment, furnished in old-faSliunet: .tyle. 1T was
in this room that he died, ten days ago."
But the nephew, instead Of cvincing any
emotion, upon being shown tue chamber of his
benefactor threw upon all around him look of
scorn, and cried:
"Upon my word, can't say think much of
the old boys taste! never saw anything so
ugly in all my life"
Notwithstanding, sir" replied Martin, "it
is the best we have here; and, if you cannot
content yourself, | really don't know where
you will find other lodgings"
"Me live here! You do not imagine I am
asuch donkey, hope For us young fellows,
do you see, Paris is the only place; so shall
sell this old crazy rookery at once, and then be
off,
aSell the Hermitage, yonr nncle's favorite
place of residence Impossible! And we SER
wants, who hoping to end our days under this
roof, what is to become of us 2"