The Grand Haven news. [volume] (Grand Haven, Mich.) 1858-18??, 1861-03-27

The train from Paris TO Lyons stopped
at the station of Joigny, town upon the
route, and after leaving few passengers
again went on. The station for a mo-
ment crowded with railway porters and
lookers-on, was soon deserted by all but
two individuals. One of them was an
old man, dressed in the garb of well-to-
do farmer; the other, a youth of five-and-
twenty, who seemed to be waiting for
some one TO come and meet him. To
this person the old man presently ad-
dressed himself;
"May presume, sir" said he, "to in
quire if you are Clement b. 2"
Yes, nv good man." replied the
youth, with o haughtiness Of manner,
and / have no doubt you are Mr.. Mar
tin"
"At your service, sir" replied the 9th
er.
Well, Mr.. Martini" continued Glenn
ent, in the same tone, ~ began TO think
you intended to keep me waiting. That
would not have been the best manner in
which to have insinuated yourself 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 newcomer
toward large, old-fashioned carriage, to
which very rough-looking horse was
harnessed.
"Here is your carriage, sir" said Mar
tin. "If you will be good enough to get
in, | will have the honor of conducting
you to the hermitage"
"That my carriage, sir?" cried Glenn
ent. "Why, l shall be taken for trav-
cling pcddler."
But few days before, Mr.. Clement B.,
who now put on so many fine airs, was n
simple clerk in crockery warehouse, in
Paris, and possessed the reputation of be-
ing a quiet, unpretending little fellow.
What, then, had brought about this sud
den and radical transformation He had
become, since the previous day, a rich
man, and it may be well understood that
the possessor of an income of twenty
thousand francs a year finds it difficult to
retain the modest demeanor of poor
clerk. On the previous day, while dust
ing the large piles Of crockery under his
charge, a letter arrived for him by the
post, conveying TO him the startling in
telligence that one of his uncles, of whom
he had often heard as an eccentric and
very wealthy old man, but whom he had
never seen, bad Just died at his residence
in Burgundy, leaving his nephew, Glenn
ent, sole heir to his estates, TO the exclu-
sion of many other heirs.
The letter was from a Notary in the
Province, who desired him to leave Paris,
Immediately, for Joigny, the town near
where his uncle had resided, where he
would be met by Mr.. Martin, an old
confidential servant of The deceased, and
conducted from the railroad to the Her
mitage," the name which the deceased
had given to the estate.
Almost driven out of his senses by
such an unexpected stroke of fortune,
Clement FASTENED to obey the Notarys
directions, and on his arrival at Joigny
Joined Martin, as we have seen.
On jolted the queer vehicle in which
our hero had so contemptuously taken a
place, until, after a ride of several miles,
the occupants arrived at their destination.
Martin offered the honors of the Hermit
age to the new proprietor, called all the
servants and introduced them to their flu
ture master, and then conducted the lat
ter to his own apartments.
"This was the sleeping chamber Of
your uncle,' said Martin, as they entered
large apartment, furnished in old-fash-
ioned style. at was in this room that
he died, ten days ago."
But the nephew, instead Of evincing
any emotion upon being shown the cham
Der of his benefactor, threw upon all
around him look Of scorn, and cried: