The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1861-01-03
The Lost Inheritance.
An Instructive Story,

The train from Paris to Lyons stopped at the
station of Joigny, town upon the route, and,
after leaving few passengers went on. The
station, for moment crowded with railway
porters and lockers on, was soon deserted by all
but two individuals. One Of them was an old
man, dressed in the garb of a well to do farmer ;
the other youth Of about twenty five, who
seemed to be waiting for some one to come and
meet him. To this person the old presently
addr sSed himself.
:" May l presume, sir, said he, "to inquire
if ycu are Clement B :"
+" Yes, my good man. replied the youth with
haughtiness ofmanner F." and have no doubt
you are Mr.. Martin
" At your service, sill" replied the other.
well, Mr.. Martin" continued Clement in
the same tone, g began to imagine you intend
ed to Keep me waiting. That would rot have
been the best manner to have insinuated your
self into my good graces."
The old man, instead of replying, let his head
fall upon his breast as if in deep affliction
and conducted the new conner towards large,
old fashioned carriage, to which very rough
looking horse was harnessed
. Here is your carriage, SIT" said Martin. =
" 1t you will be good enough to get in, / will
have the honor OF conducting you to the Her
mitage."
" That my carriage, eir?" cried Clement,
why, shall be taken for travelling pedlar :"
But few days before, Mr.. Clement B., VITO
now put on so many fine airs, was a simple
clerk In a crockery warehouse in Paris and
possessed the reputation of being quiet, I'M
pretending little fellow. What, then had brot
about this sudden and radical transformation
He had become, since the previous day rich
man, and it may be well understood that the
possessor of an income Of twenty thousand
francs year finds it difficult to retain the mod
est delncanor of poor clerk, On the previous
day, while busting the large piles of crockery
under his charge, letter arrived for him by
the post, conveying to him the startling intelli-
geDce that one of his uncles, of whom he had
often heard as eccentric and wealthy old man,
but whom he had never seen had just died at
his residence in Burguady leaving his nephew,
Clement, sole heir to his estates; TO the excu-
sion of many other heirs,
The letter was from notary in the Province
who desired him to leav- Paris Immediately for
Joigny, the town near which his uncle had re-
sided, where he would be met by Mr.. Martin, an
| old confidential servant Of the ceased, and
conducted from iherailroad to he" Hermitage, .
Jhe name which the deceased had given 10 the
estate
Almost driven cut Of his senses by such an
| unexpected stroke If fortune, Clement fastened
to obey the notary's directions, and on his arri.
val at Joigny joined Martini at we have seen.
On Jolted the queer vehicle in which our hero
had so contemptuously taken place until af-
ter ride of several miles, the occupants arriv-
ed at their destination. Martin olIere the hon
OTIS OF the Hermitage to the new proprietor
called all the servants and introduced them to
their future master, and then conducted the lat
ter to his own apartments.
''This was the sleeping chamber of your un-
Gle" SAID Martin, as they entered large apart