Litchfield enquirer., 1858-08-05

The child embraced the old book with boy ish fervor, and opening it afterward--
 Q mamma, he said, what pretty pie
 Indeed r said the mother. happy in the gladness of her boy.
 Yes, the good Virgin, in red dress, hold ing the infant Jesus in her arms. But why, mamma, has silk paper been put upon the pie turesn
 So that they might rot be injured, my dear.'
 But, mamma, why are there ten silk pa pers to each engraving The mother looked, and uttering sudden shriek, she fell into the arms of M. Dubois, the notary, who, addressing those present, said
 Leave her alone, it won't be much people don't die of these shocks. As for you, little one,' addressing Hector, give me that pray book you will tear the engravings.
 The inherit0rs withdrew, making various conjectures as to the cause of Anne's sudden illness, and the interest which the notary took in her. A month afterwards they met Anne and her son, exceedingly well, yet not extrav- agantly dressed, taking an airing in two horse chariot. This led them to make inqui- ries, and they ascertained that Madame Anne had recently purchased hotel for one hun dred and eighty thousand francs, and that she was giving first-rate education to her son. The news came like thunderbolt upon them. Madame de Villeboys and M. de Vatry hast ened to call upon the notary to ask for expla- nations The good Dubois was working at his desk.
 Perhaps we are disturbing you ? said the arrogant old lady.
 No matter. I was in the act of settling a purchase in the state funds for Madame Anne
 What ? exclaimed Vatry, after purchas- ing house and equipages, she has still money to invest ]!
 Undoubtedly so.'
 But where did the money come from ?
 'What did you not see?
 When?
 'When she shrieked upon seeing what the prayer-book contained which she inherited.'
 We observed nothing
 'Oh I thought that you saw it, said the sarcastic notary. That prayerbook contain ed sixty engravings, and each engraving was covered by ten notes of thousand francs each.'
 Good Heavens ? exclaimed Vatry, thun. derstruck.
 If had only known it 7 shouted Madame de VilIeboys 'You had the cheice.' added the notary, and myself urged you to take the prayer book, but you refuscd' But who could have expected to find for tune in brcviary.'
 The two baffled old cgotists withdrew, their hearts swollen with passionate envy. 1 Madame Anne is still in Paris. If you pass by the Rue Laftte on fine Summer evening, you will see charming picture on the first floor, illuminated by the pale refec- tion of wax lights. A lady who has joined the two hands of her son, fair child of six years of age, in prayer before an old book of Heures de Verge, and for which case in gold has been made. Pray for me, child,' said the mother. And for who else ? inquired the child. For your father, your dear father, who perished without knowing you, without being able to love you Must pray to the saint, my patron ? 'Yes, my little friend but do not forget a saint who watches us from heaven, and who smiles upon us from above the clouds What is the name of that saint, mamma dear ?
 The mother, then watering the fair child's head with her tears, answering: Her name is-Sister Egerie.'