The weekly pioneer and Democrat. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn. Territory) 1855-1865, 1863-09-18
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eff you hesitate, you do not love me. -
This sunanswerable argument, which from
all time has, and to all time will, appeal to
women's hearts and impel them to sacri-
flee, had its effect on Annette. She re-
manned
Honore, really in love with her, to spare
her feelings, Immediately sought lodging
cially for studenD tolerably well off, he
surrounded Annette with comfort, and
even luxury.
So months glided by. The vacation
drew near. Annette saw it approach with
dread, for Honore was obliged to go home,
where his mother awaited him; but
though not precisely tired OF Annette,
Honore was not sorry to change the mo-
Eotony of his present life. To go back to
SIC ETY., to oil associations, and to get
away from the appealing looks of Annette,
had never spoken-that is, what had be-
come OF his VOWS and promises.
He left Rennes, however, when the mo-
ment came, with me regret, and resolv-
ed that never would he abandon the young
girl who had SO loved and trusted him.
| There was, too, now tie between them
more sacred than that of love or passion
| Annette was about to become mother,
and Annette founded on this all her hopes,
for would he not give father and name
to his child?
But HOnOre went back to the influence
of home, and, before he had been two
weeks there, had confded all to his moth
er. Not one word of reproach did she
utter. but, when he finished speaking, she
turned calmly toward him.
g must get you out of this dilemma,
HOnOre. You must stay here as long as
you can. Do not write to this girl. You
might compromise yourself, and if you
went back you might be induced to ac-
knowledge this child. A sum of money
(of course the girl must be provided for in
this emergency shall be sent; do not be
anxions, will manage all"
Honore felt that he was weak, knew
that his mother was stern; but still, he
certainly never meant to marry Annette,
and he couldn't bear the idea of seeing her
weep. Nine. Lavergne went to Rennes,
sought out Annette, told her her son hal
forsaken her, and then, giving her good
deal OF good advice, put down on the
table five thousand francs.
"This ought to keep you from further
sin aud degradation, said she "you have
much to atone 70 and you may make the
poor child who will soon sec the light, the
com ort of your life."
Annette spoke not a word Nine. La
vergne rose and prepared to leave the
room. Then, as suddenly recalled to her
senses, Annette rose, and taking the
money, she tore the notes in half and
threw them at her feet.
Nine. Lavergne shrugged her shoulders,
picked up the notes, and left the room.
In after life Nine Lavergne frequently
told the story of her sons little escapade
and all who heard commended her pru-
dence, and the manner in which size had
ended the affair.
As for Honore, he missed the first course
of his lectures, resolved to return to Rem
mes as late as possible, in the vague hope
that Annette might have LETT it.
Meantime, in one of the wards of the
hospital at Rennes, young physician just
appointed, is standing by the bedside of
one of the patients.
She is, for the patient is a woman,
young and very lovely, too lovely for dan
ger or death, for her eyes are bright, her
lips are red, and her cheek blooming, but
her breath comes short, and trail, thin
hand pushes back from her clanmy brow
long, tair-locks.
care you better to-day ?" said the doc
to-.
eyes, yes, mnch better; may not see
my child ?"
"Not to-day"
elbow glad am it is boy. When he
is man he can work and grow rich, and
when he loves it will not bring on him
ruin and dishonor. l feel strangely well,
only my heart seems to futter and my
sight is dim. Annette, poor child"
"Ah! l am dying. Oh! if it were not
for my child, what joy the thought would
BRING"
"Would you die happy if you could
take the infant with your
cob! SO happy"
"Be comforted, then, he is gone be-
fOre.''
"Thank God for that
Annette sunk back on her pillow and
lay there breathing with difficulty tie
physician leaned over her. He was one
of Honore's friends and comrades; he
knew her story; he remembered her in
all her beauty; his heart was filled with
pity.
"Have you no message for him !"
s'For my child? He is dead"
"For Honore, for his father"
"Nothing," said Annette, and it was
the last word she spoke.
Twelve hours after she had expired the
students were assembled in the dissecting
room for The opening lecture of the second
! course. The students were rather dis