The Oxford intelligencer., 1860-08-08
OXFORD, MISS WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 8, 1860.


in the drawers-I defy you to find one.'
1T is strange that among all the papers
you have given to me, there is not one Of
those which wish to fnd'
Perhaps the person took them, that was
here before you
What personf
'Some one came an hour or two ago, and
paid me to look over them, and take what
she wanted
This revelation struck Delannoy with sur
prise.
Can you tell me who this person was ?
he asked.
The sevant of family who have recently
come to Corbeil.'
'Marietter
Il believe that was her name'
Mariettc! 1t is very strange. How could
Marictte have anticipated him in his search,
when be had not uttered word which could
reveal his intentionl Il will interrogate her,
he exclaimed. This mystery must be clear
ed up
Having passed over, for the third time, the
road between Corbcil and Paris, he arrives at
his house. Mariette opens the door,
'You have been to the grocer's in Corbel
to get some papers. Do not attempt to de-
ny it--you see | know ALL
.Sir,-.'
did madame order you to do this ?
Marette looks down-twists her apron in
her fngers-and uttcrs some unintelligible
words. Delannoy has hitherto restrained
himself; but the increasing embarrassment
of Mariette enraged him beyond all bounds.
'Will You speakF he shouted, in a voice
loud enough to shake every window in the
house. Mariette sobs.
'Oh !! sir-pardon-pardon-do not think
me dishonest-do not turn me away
thought it was my pcrqusitcs-I did not
know it was wrong
Delannoy strides across the room with his
fists clenchcd.
The girl has lost her Wits he mutters.-
Il can get nothing out of her.
a door opens. Madame Deannoy appears.
No. sir, Mariette has not lost her wits
She is right in blaming herself for a fault
which might have had very serious consc-
quenccs; but you will pardon her hope, at
my request
Delannoy felt the blood boil in his veins
Pardon hcr and at the request of wife
who had SO much need of pardon herself!
'Gop said Valentine to Mariette.
Before leaving she wished to make one
last effort.
Il assure You, sir, that never did such a
thing before
Delannoy uttered an exclamation of impa-
ticnce that made poor Maiettc take fight in
stantly.
Il await, Madame, the termination of this
comedy
Here it is, sir
Valentine presented a piece of paper to
her husband. This paper is fragment of
letter, and fits with the most perfect exact !
ness, the fragment which Delannoy has in his
possession. On the last was, we have said, |
the commencement of an address; the end
was on the other. Delannoy utters a cry of
joy, and falls on his knees before his wife,
The whole address was this ITO Monsieur |
Dclannoy, Postc restante, Toulouse
Delannoy had taken journey to the South |
of France some years before.
i am happy-a thousand times happy =
but do not yet understand
The explanation is very simple. Mariette,
in arranging the furniture of the house at Cor
bell, found a package Of old papers, which
she thought she might sci for her own bene-
fit Among them were the letters which |
wrote you at Toulouse. The poor girl find
ing by the scene this morning what trouble
she had caused, came in tears to confess her
ault. sent her to Corbcil. You know the
-cst'
After the explanation came rcproaches.-
Valentine, ill-used in the morning, had so
good chance to revenge herself in the eve
hing and vengeance is so sweet to a wom-
the most indulgcnt
And then-when she had scolded him well
she did, what the most severe will do
he pardoned.
The following is an alarming evidence of the
of the Photographic art: A lady, last
week, had her likeness taken by photograph