Juliet signal. [volume] (Juliet [i.e. Joliet], Ill.) 1844-1???, 1862-10-28

Ieaay money Tor her share. Monsieur
Vatry, as may be easily imagined, selected
the chateau, furniture and iewelry as bis
lot.
Monsieur Vatery.' said NJ. Dubois to
mat entieinen even suppose it had been
the intention of the deceased to punish her
sister. 1t would be noble on your part mil
llonaire as you are, to give 10 at least
portion vi your share TO Annie, who SO
much wants it,
Thanks fol your kind advice, dear sir
said Vatry; the mansion is situated on
very confines of my woods and suits me ad
miraoly, all the more SO that it is already
furnished. As to the jewels of sister Eye
RE- they "reminiscences which one ought
never to part with
Since it is So, said the notary, my poor
MADAME Aunie, here is the prayer book
that remains to you.'
Annie, attended by her son. handsome
boy with blue eyes, took her sisister's old
prayer book, and making her son kiss IL
altar her, she said
Hector, kiss the book, which belonged to
your poor aurt. who is dead bat who would
have loved you WELL had she known YOU.
When you have learned to read, Nu will
pray TO Heaven to make you wise and good
like your father was, and happier than your
unfortunate mother
The eyes of those who were present were
filled with tears, Notwithstanding their eff
forts TO preserve an appearance of indiffer.
ence.
The child embraced the old book with
boyish fervor, and opening it afterwards.
he said: oh mama, what pretty pic
lures =
Indeed y said the mother, happy in the
gladness of her boy.
Yes. The good Virgin in a red dress
! holding the infant Jesus in her arms. But
mama, why has silk paper been put upon
the engravings?'
so that they might not be injured my
! dear
Bot mama, why are there ten silk papers
to each engraving p
! The mother looked, and uttered a sudden
shrek, she fell into the arms of NJ. Dubois
the notary, who addressed those present,
and 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
| prayer book you will tear the engrav-
ings.'
The inheritors withdrew, making various
| conjectures as to the cause Of AnnIe's sud
| cen illness, and the interest which the nOta
/ ry took IN her. A month afterwards they
I met Annie and her son, exceedingly we'll,
! yet not extravagantly dressed, taking an
| airing in a barouch. This led them to make
| inquiries, and they ascertained that Mad
ame Annie had recently purchased no tel
for one hundred and eighty thousand francs
and that she was giving a first rate educa-
| ton to her son. The news come like a
thunderbolt upon them. Madame de Vii
leboys and NJ. de Tatry FASTENED to call
upon the notary to ask for explanations. -
The good Dubois was working at his desk.
/ Perhaps we are disturbing you p said
the arrogant old lady.
No matter | was In the act of settling a
( purchase in the State funds for Madame
What! exclaimed Vatry, after pur-
chasing house and equipages, she has still
mpney to invest?'
Undoubtedly So
But where did the money come from p
| What did you not see?'
'When?'
When she shrieked upon seeing what
the prayer book contained, W hich she in-
herited.'
we observed nothing
~ l thought you saw it, said the sars
castle notary. That prayer book contain
ed sixty engravings, and each engraving
was covered by ten notes of a thousand
! francs EACH
Good heavens !! exclaimed Vatry, shun-
derstruck.
If | had only known it y shouted Mad
anne de YilebOyI.
You had the choice added the notary,
and l myself urged you to take the prayer
hook. bus you refused
But who could have expected to find a
fortune in breviary.'
The two baffied old egOtist Withdrew,
their hearts swollen with passionate:envy.
Madame Annie is stll in Paris. If you
/ pass by the Rue Lafitte on fine summer
Q ening. you will see charming picture
on the first floor illuminated by the pale
reflection of wax candle.
A lady who has ined the two fair
hands OF her sou, and a fair child of six
years of age, in prayer before an old book
of 'HieuieS de Verge, and for which q
case Of gold has been made.
Pray for me, child said the mother.
And for who else p inquired the child.
For your dear father, who persisted
without knowing you, without being able
to love YOU
Must pray to the saint, my patron?'
Yes my little friend but do not forget
the saint who watches us from heaven,
and who smiles upon US from above the
clouds
What is the name Of that saint, mama
dearp
The mother, then watering the fair
child's head with her tears, answered, Her
name is-Sister Egerie.'