New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1866-10-08

He turned his face round, and looking 70, aaw
her C',eeks wet with sudden tears. Then, at that
sight h,i aWed and wholly touched, the youth
reached up his hand and clasped hers in it, and
drew her arm down round his neck.
y Christine. u owe you more than | have given
yea, thousand times he cried. And holding
heE hand still, he raised it to his lips, and rever-
enBy and almost passiOnately kissed it.
His last night in old Rouen Long after he had
parted from Christine he was still wandering about
the dark old streets all lying quiet under the sol
emn summer sky, and going from church to church
that he mad loved, to take his last farewell of
every noble front and kingly porch. And long
after even that final walk was ended, he stood at
his own win ow leaning on his balcony, and look
ing down upon the river that flowed silently be
meath the stars; dreaming some dreams, the mem
ory OF whitehall coiored by the glorious illusions
of his youth-remained with him through after
years till both boyhood and youth had fled.
be went away very early in the morning. The
diligence in which he was to leave began its jour
ney at O'Clock, and by quarter to six Chris
tine and he were standing together in the court
yard whence it was to start. They stood apart
from the other passengers, away from the con
fusion and the josting Of the people, very quiet
hand in hand.
They were together for about ten minutes, but
there was something during those minutes in the
Threats of both Of them that almost choked their
words.
her, two or three times.
Once he looked in her face, and said, " Don't
forget me ~ and the poor girls lip quivered as
he spoke, with a look that he never afterwards
forgot.
He stood clasping her hand in his until he
heard his name called, and the summons given
bim to take his place. Then he turned round and
looked in her face and said, half audibly-
g Christine :"
q Monsieur" she answered, with wild, sudden
Sob
She threw her arms about his neck By one
passionate impulse they kissed each other: and
with that first and last embrace they parted, and
never met more.
The old man had told this story standing in the
shadow Of the church.
And did you never see her again, grand.
father?''
"Never, my boy. 1t was dozen years before
came here again, and she was gone then could
never discover when or where she might have
been somewhere in the town, but could not find
her. The traces that the poor leave behind them
soon pass away
but she may be alive and here yet; she may
be here now"
Ay, Fred, she may. She may be in here, not
fifty feet away from US, telling her beads at this
moment amongst the old women kneeling on the
lio0r. But II knew that she was do you think
would go in and try to find her?'' He shook his
head, and smiled, half sadly. g We cannot but
life into dead bones Fred" he said, NOR throw
bridge across from youth to age. If | found her
now do you think we should rush into each 9th
er's arms? Nay, my lad, the girl and boy we
have been talking OF died and were buried fifty
years ago"
He stood and leaned upon his stick, looking up
again to where the swallows were flying iii and
out above the porch, till presently there came a
SOUND OF music towards them through the door.
:. We are losing the mass, my boy let US go
And 50 they wenttn and listened to the gorgeous
music that was rolling and swelling along tran
sept and aisle.