The Tiffin weekly tribune. (Tiffin, Ohio) 1859-1868, 1865-09-14

Nas chhpty, grew very strOng. 1hc
shook his head and looked
grave over the burn, and would
give no opinion. Estcllc - that
was the name paul had given her,
aud she had accepted, because her
English name, Ruth, was mystic
rious impossibility to his French
tonguc-did all she could. She
spent the sous iruga!ly with an old
man who sold cheap articles of food
on one side of his shop, while ON
tho other were stored old books,
waste paper, and rags. Paul knew
him we'll. Many of those odd old
books had been found amidst his
refuse, and bought Tor u few sous.
lie sympathiscd with and pre-.
scribcd for the artist. Allin vain
The arm grew worse and slowly,
day by day, the little money van.
ished, until they were pcnnilcss.
That first day of absolute want,
Paul kissed his wife with many
words OF love, aud went out to see
the surgeon. lie cauic back with
u white face, and sat down saying
nothing. Estellc trcmblcd. She
crept up to him, and kissed his (, re
head. Then he burst into tears,
and sobbcd on her bosom. The
surgeon had told him that his arm
must come of or he would die. A
terrible fate for an artist and u
young man of twenty-three.
81 must die" he said; "thcro
is no choice"
81 will work for you," "she sob.
bed /; only live for me.'
THY little hands are both not
so much rs one of mine, said Paul.
" We cannot live, but we can die
together"
She spoke her native language,
and he, his, in their cXcitement.-
Then they were silent. She knew
what he meant. Forgive him, rca
der; he was French, and u French.
mans first idea in trouble is char.
coal That was it--charcoal and
an air.tight room. She had no
wish to die but her husband was
her world, and shc could not cxis,
without him. After n while, sit
ting together sorrowiul and hun
cry in that gloomy room. She onl,
said: "Wait until tonight :" ant
he answered: "As you will, chert
annie"
So they waited, and at dusk be
gan their preparations. The,
made their windows and chimneyi
air-tight, and sat a furnace in til,
middle of the room. Thea Pau
said: +" | will bring the charcoal
My friend, the sEop keeper, will
wait some time for his money but
no matter, he will not bggrudgc
it,"
He took q basket and went on
through the darkness to the it'll,
shop. To the inquiries of it's ow
ner, he replied that she was bet
ter-would soon be we'll" AS he
said this his eye rested on the char
coal and he smiled. The grocer
was unconscious. He bent ovel
the black fuel measuring it,
/" Your basket has a hole in it," he
said. "The coal will escape, and
soil madame's neat floor. Wait,
will repair it," Searching amongst
the rubbish he found u piece Of
crLmpled parchment and laid it il
the basket. sit is a portion of thu
contents Of the garrct Of Monsicu
Noir, dcceased," he said; 81 pur
C ased it with n chaos Of book
and papers to wrap up my mer
chandise. See, it sufiices. Boz
soir, monsieur" And Paul Du
pont departed.
lie went home intent on what
seemed to him a very praiseworthy
thing. He embraced Estelle fas
tened the door and lit a candle,
"that we may look upon each 9th
er, chere anaie," he sighed, and
then left to her the task of kind
ling those fatal Goals. TO this enc
a stretchcI had been broken to pic
ces, matches lay ready, only paper
was wanting.
"There is some in the basket, "
said Paul aud Estelle drew forth
not exactly paper, but parchment
an old deed, something in French.
AS Estelle's eyes rested on it, she
saw her own name thrice repeated.
In a moment she cried to Paul,
" Where did this come from {"
and Paul, instead of doing as one
Of our own countrymen would have
done, and bidding her not to chat
ter OF unimportant matters at such
a crisis, said as politely as though
there was no charcoal on the tap
is, 81 have been told from the gar
ret of Monsieur Noir, deceased"
Observation-Disclosures Noir
was my grandfather. DO you for
get that is my namea 2 Read this,
dear Paul"
And SO he read it. 1t was q will
bequeathing certain property, well
worth thehaving, to Monsieur Jean
Noir, or, if deceased, to his daugh-
er, Miss Ruth Noir-a native of
America and grand daughter of
he testator, dc.
This was the property which
lad brought Mrs. Noir to Paris
he will which had been supposed
o be in existence, but which had
,een vainly searched for, for the