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

DIR. Max Sabatier, one of the greatest
Partisan physicians, being on a visit at
Montpelier, was invited by the eminent
physicians of that city to visit singular
case in the hospital attached to the prison
of that city. The case was one which
puzzled the science of Montpelier, and
DR.. Max Sabatier, after listening with
great interest to all details, made few
lucid suggestions, of much importance to
science, but very little to the patient,
whom call concluded must die AS Dr.
Max Sahatier turned away from this pa
tient, he glanced at the next bed and
stood for moment transtixed at the ex-
traordinary beauty of the patient, whose
lovely head, surrounded by cloud of fair
hair, lay in calm repOSe on the pillow. He
asked no questions concerning the woman,
whom he knew from the fact OF her being
there, to be guilty of crime, but as he
gazed, he wondered to himself how face
could be so beautiful, yet bear on its lin
eaments the traces OF bad passions, low
and groveling instincts. But the doctor
soon forgot this impression; though As he
passed along, he read on the slate over
the bed, the name and age of the beautiful
culprit, and noted them down in his pock-
et-bOOk.
Some years afterwards a woman of
about forty years of age, plainly dressed,
and two young girls whose youth and
beauty defied the absence of all ornament
or fashion in their dress, sat at work under
the light of shaded lamp. Nine. Du-
cantelle, the mother, was mending stock
ings, and whole pile of household linen
by her side showed her thrift and her pow
erty. Her daughters were bending over
delicate and intricate embroideries, not in
keeping with the simplicity around, and
evidently intended to increase the resources
of the family by the prices received for
them.
1t was winter night, cold and raw;
there was but scanty fire OH the hearth;
the room was poorly furnished: excepting
under the feet of the mother, there was
no carpet on the stone floor.
"My father is late to- night, said Laure,
the eldest daughter, looking up from her
work: 81 am afraid to put any more
wood on the fire, for fear it should be
blazing when lie comes, and he should
scold u.s.
"Not us, Laure," said Suzanne, "but
our mother; she always takes the blame
of everything"
&" cannot think where ny father stays
so very late almost every night now Pm
sure if he works all the time, he ought to
be making fortune
''I wish he would" said Laure; 81 am
tired of working at these embroideries,
that ruin the eyes"
"YOu would rather wear them YOUR
SELF" sal Suzanne, laughing
go! like everything that is beautiful,
but don't care about dress. / have my
dream of happiness.
"Let us see what it is ~
GA small farm house, beautiful room
looking out into a flower garden for my
mother; peace, content, and love around
me-"
added to which an agreeable, hand
some husband, eh? Very like some one
know"
"Children, Children" said Nine Du-
cantelle, "do not talk in this strain. My
darlings, when you were born, what
dreams had l not for the future! Often,
as watched over your cradles, have l
pictured to myself the time when you
would be married-when l should 60 from
one home to the other amid my grand
children; but I am older now; life has
given to me all it has to give-no brilliant
lot, and / know how my dreams were
dreams indeed. My darlings, your father
has worked hard, but never has he real
lied more than enough to keep US all.
This has soured him perhaps he was not
always what he is now, and it is my duty
to show you the reality of your position.
You are beautiful, you are good children,
industrious, pious, gentle; but, darlings,
/ will not mislead you. With all these
qualities you are never likely to be mar
ried. Yes, my children, you must pre-
pare to renounce the happiest lot of wo-
man Yon have no fortune and You know