White Cloud Kansas chief. [volume] (White Cloud, Kan.) 1857-1872, 1859-07-14
{WHOLE NUMBER, lO9.

once. My fate is Fixed. God bless you
for all the kindness you have done me,
and be assured that my blessings and
prayers shall cease not while / live. But
shall not suffer long My poor heart
can bear but little more. 1t is night now
dark and cheerless, and it may be dar-
ker yet but the morning is not far off, %
ss' Then you have hope ~ whispered
the dame, gazing wonderingly into the
pale, calm face Of Adele-for her face
was strangely, wondrously calm now.
ain Heaven % answered the fair girl.
'.The kind death-angel is not far off. He
viii bid me home to my God, ere long.
There-I am ready now" --
The woman gazed with awe upon the
young speaker, and the thought came ma
turally to her mind, that such words must
come from heart that had faith in its
religion, and after q moments pause, she
said
"You have faith and hope in God, and
in your religion"
"Ah, my kind friend" Adele return
ed, while light of more than earthly
meaning shone in her eyes, 81 would not
sell my religious trust for even the assu-
rance of present safety and freedom from
the man who persecutes me. All, me
Let storms and clouds come as they may,
they cannot shut out from my sight the
sweet smile of Him who gave His life
upon the cruel cross, that / might live.
Oh! know that my Saviour liveth, and
that His arms are open to receive me. /
am ready now-eome."
At that moment Dame Lafont received
more assurance of the worth of the blss-
sed religion she had adopted, than she
ever felt before. She saw how powerful
it was to raise the soul of the suffering
maiden, and she resolved that even the
fear Of death itself could not take it from
her. She kissed the fair child of sorrow,
and then she led the way back 10 the
sitting-room.
"Your time is just about square," said
the Jesuit, as they made their appearance,
al but you have saved yourself. Now,
Mademoiselle, you will accompany me-"
Pierre Lafont started forward and
grasped the fair girls hand, and raised it
to his lips, but he dared not trust himself
to speak. In a moment more, the Jes-
nit seized her roughly and impatieutly,
and led her from the room. Dame La
font saw her as she stepped from the
door stone, and when her fair form was
gone from sight, she turned her head
away and wept.
"God have mercy on the poor thing
now % calculated the old man, ferVent-
ly clasping his hands, and raising his
eyes towards heaven.
"Amen '' uttered the good woman,
still sobbing and weeping.
Those old people once had daughter,
fair, good, and kind-one whom they
had loved most tenderly, but she had
long been numbered with the dead.
Adele st. Aulnay had almost filled that
aching void in their souls. Even the
few short days that she had spent be-
meath their roof, had so developed her
goodness and virtue, that they had learn
ed to love her even as a child. No won
der they wept now.
In half an hour afterwards Michael
Girard came in. He had been out far
Their into the country on the search which
he had not yet wholly given Up.
"Where is Mademoiselle st. Aulnay?"
he asked, when he saw the tear-wet coun-
tenances of the old people.
"Gone 70 uttered Pierre.
The faithful valet started back in hor-
ror.
"Gonel" he iterated.
eyes" And then Pierre went on and
told the sad tale; and when it was fin
ished, Michael sank down in chair, and
gazed half wildly about him.
"This is no longer any place for me, /"
he said at length. Il will back to the
city now, and come life, or come death,
I will not rest until either my master or
the Butcher of Notre Dame be found"
And in half an hour later, Michael
Girard was on his way to the city.
no BE CONTINUED.