The weekly pioneer and Democrat. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn. Territory) 1855-1865, 1863-11-06

are IN 're no1nrrn':+ than yuur years.
Vines you were in prison you feigned sick
ness, and were sent to the hospital there
| saw you. You were then u:,iden haired ::
your beauty struck me then: have never
forgotten it. To disguise yourself, you
have dyed your hair aud eyebrows, aud
changed your name from Madeline Dupont
to Ma.lelon Tropez -
"All this ia lie.' exclaimed Ma,lelon.
"I have aIl the proofs You beauty
and the evil passions marked on it inter-
e>ted me. took note OF your name,
aud followed your career. Here is the
extract from the prison register you had
disguised yourself, but, from the moment
/ saw you here, | remembered the face.
Then | pondered over the whole, and l
know now am right. Madeline Dupont,
do you understand"
"Oh! do not betray me, ,obbed Mad
elon, falling at his feet.
IL will not, on one condition"
Madelon looked up and smiled. She
remembered the Doctor had spoken of her
beauty; she thought she knew the cOndi-
ton
"What is it ?" she murmureA in low
voice.
Money
Money ?" exclaimed the lorette, start
ing up.
"Yes, lnow you have hoard Of gold
here; / have ht ard you say 50. want a
hundred thousand francs"
"DO your worst" said she, turning
away. Yet, stay; will give You twenty
thousand"
GA hundred thousand"
Fifty thousand; have the sum here"
GA hundred thousand"
"NOt sou mOre.;'
"Then yeu go back to Montpelier,-
three years imprisonment, hard labor,
hard fare, your head shaved, and the prison
uniform; wish you well through it,
Seventy-five " shrieked the lorette.
"a hundred" said the doctor, taking
his hat:
"Devil inca:nate," said Madelon, and,
opening her beautiful inlaid secretary, she
took from drawer several rOuleaus of
gold.
Deliberately the doctor sat down and
counted them; Madelon looking on in
silence, pondering in her mind if she could
find means to kill the doctor and get him
out of the way. But this, in Parisian
house at midday, was impossible. When
the doctor had the sum he wanted, he
pushed the rest towards her, and proceed
ed to the door.
'.Now how do know you will not be-
tray me?"
"Betray you? shall forget you, shake
off the contamination of your memory as
l would the sting of an adder, as soon as
leave this house"
The doctors fine horses soon Brought
him back to Nine. Ducantelle's. "Made-
moiselle Laure,'' said he, ''your father,
some time ago, left this deposit in my
hands for his wife and children. He had
entered into speculations which, at one
time fortunate, at last ruined him and
drove him to despair. This he secured
against all chances for you. There are
hundred thousand f: ancs "
Laure's dream is realized. Mime. Du-
cantelle, pale but resigned, recovering
fast from the long suffering and the last
shock, sits at an open window, in large
cheerful room in the country, looking on
flower garden. Suzanna, gay and lovely,
her eyes sparkling with health and happi-
ness, is galnboling with her dog on the
green, smooth lawn. The trees are waving
in lnurmuring music the sky is blue and
clear above. But where is Laure? This
is not her home; she has brought happi-
ness, faith, joy, to the heart Of the skepti-
cal Max Sabatier.
He has but one secret from her-that of
how her fathers legacy was obtained he
would not, for five times the sum, pollute
her ears with the tale of crime and degra-
dation