The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1862-07-10

cred with outlaudish stamps, was breught u
the young priest-a letter from Anghce. Sh'
was dying would he forgive her? Emile the
year previous, had fallen victim to the fever
that ragged on the island and their child,little
Anglice, was likely to follow him. In pititu
terms she begged Antoine to take charge o.
the child until she was old enough to enter a
convent The epistIe was finished by anothel
hand, informing Antoine of Madame Jardin
death it also told him that Apglice had been
placed on vessel shortly to leave the island
for some western port.
The letter was hardly read and wept over,
when little Anglice arrived. On beholding her,
Aptone uttered a cry of joy and surprise, she
was so much like the woman he had worship
ped. ..-.....
AS mans tears are mare pathetic than a
woman's so is his love more in tense-not more
enduring, or half SO subtitle, but intenser,
The passion that had been crowded down in
his heart broke out and lavished its richness on
this child, who was to him not only the Anglice
of years ago, bnt his friend Emile Jardin also.
kADRHCG pOcoSSSSu W1fut oGAabSO DS"u"J
of her mother-the bending, willowy sorm, the
rich tint of skin, the large, tropical eyes, that
had almost made Antoine's sacred robes a
nAockery to him.
For month Or two Anglce was wildly un
happy in her new home. She talked coRtipu-
ally of the bright country where she was born,
the fruits and flowers and blue skies. Antoine
could not pacify her. By and by she ceased to
weep, and went about the cottage with dreary,
dsconsolate air, that cut Antoine to the heart.
Before the year ended, he noticed that the rud-
dy tinge had fed from her cheek, that her eyes
had grown anguid, and her slight figure more
willpwy than ever.
a physicion was called. He could discover
notRag wrong with the child, except this fad
ing and drooping. He failed to account for
that. It was some vague disease Of the mind,
lie said, beyond his skill
SO Anglce faded day after day. She seldom
left the room now. Antoine could not shut out
the fact shat the child was passing away. He
had learned 70 love her so!
Dear heart" he said once. 'what is't ails
thee ?"
Nothing, mOnp ere, for SO she called him.
| The winter passed, the balmy spring air had
come, and Anglice seemed to revive. In her
little bamboo chair on the porch, she swayed to
and fro in the fragrant breeze, with her pecu-
! liar nndulating motion, like graceful tee,
At times something seemed to weigh upon
her nnd. Antoine noticed it, and waited. =
| At length she spoke,
! Near our house." said little Angce, linear
our house on the island the palm trees are way
| ing under the blue sky. 0, how beautiful l
seem to lie beneath them all day long 1 am
very, very happy. yesrned for them until
grew sick-don't you think so, mon pere !"
Mon Drcu, yesi" exclaimed Antoine, sud
denly. "Let US hasten to those pleasant is
lands where the palms are waving"
Anglice smiled.
~ am going there, pere.'
Ay, indeed A week from that evening the
wax candles burned at her feet and forehead,
lighting her on her journey.
| All was over. Now was Antoine's heart emp
| ty. He had nothing to do but to lay the blight
ed flower away.
Pere Antoine made shallow grave in his
garden and heaped the fresh brown mould over
his idol.
In the genial spring evenings the priest was
seen sitting by the mound, his finger closed in
the unread prayerbook.
The summer broke on that sunny land, and
in the cool morning twilight, and after night
fall, Antoine fingered by the grave. He could
never be with it enough.
/ One morning he observed delicate stem,
with two curiously shaped emerald leaves,
springing up from the centre of the mound. At
FIRST he merely noticed it casually; but at length
the plant grew so tall and was so strangely un-
like anything he had ever seen before, that he
examined it with care.
I How straight and graceful and exquisite it
was When it swung to aud fro with the sum-
mer wind, in the twilght,it seemed to Antoine
as if little Anglice were swinging there in the
gar6en
The days stole by; Antoine tended the fra
gile wlthe with tender care. One Sunday 9
stranger, with bronzed, weather beaten face
like a s;4lor leaned over the garden rail, and
, said to him
g What a fine young date palm you have
there, sir!'
"MOn Dicu!" cried Pere Antoine, sand is il
> a paln,?r ....t.
Yes, Indeed" returned the man. II had M
idea the tree would flourish in this climate"
Mon Dieu!' was all the priest could say,
If Pere Antoine loved the tree before, hi
worshiped it now. He watered it and nurturet
il and could have clasped it to his arms. Her,
were Emile and Anghce and the tree alIin one
The years few by, and the date-palm and thu
priest grew togeiher--only one became vigorou
\ and the other feeble. Pere Antoine had long
J. passed the meridian of life. The tree was in it
Al Tonth 1t no longer stood in an isolated garden
for stately brick and wooden houses clustered
about Antoine's cottage. They looked down
n scowIing on the humble thatched roof. The cit,
l. was edging up, trying to crowd him off his land
But he chung to it, and wouldn't sell. Specula
tors piled gold on his doorsteps, and he laugh
J ed at them Sometimes he was hungry, but hi
u laughed none the less.
5 Get thee behind me, satan!" said the oil
:. priests smile.
T. Pere Antoine was very old now, scarcely abb
- to Walk pub NC SOele GU N&"Si siiS P1tN.i'i ="
Fri ressing the leaves of his tree, and there he sa
lin tie gFimmest of spectators came to him
fBnt even in death Pere Antoine was faithful t
u his trust. The owner of thai land loses it If h
ID harm that date tree
ID And there it stands in the narrow, dingy stree
i a beautiful, dreamy stranger, an exquisite ~
:" eign lady whose grace is a joy to the eye, Wy
n incense of whose breath makes the air eua5noieu
y A precious boon is she to the "relsaeu cl.y
ot and when loyal men again walk those streets
may the hand wther that touches her IN genuy
"Because it grew from tne 5 heaa'
I'd Anglice," said Miss Badeau tenusiS'
THE SAN FRANCfsCO Bulletin says: "Iher
can be no dsubs, we think, Of the richness
re- 1he salmon River and Cariboo districts. 1t
arl etatad that the arrivals at Portland TOR som