The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1867-02-13
"Never, my friend" re-added the

then, SAID Iurrene; ''but perhaps
those things are not so much the
worse for being done blindfolded;
fortune may choose, perhaps, as we'll
as ourselves
In this conversation between the
young friends, passed the whole in
terval of the whole journey till their
arrival at Paris. 1t was then agreed
between the two companions that
they should stop at the same inn.
But scarcely had they reached this
inn, and were left alone in their cham
Der, when q very unexpected incident
occurred. The young Dupaty was
seized with a violent and dangerous
complaint. Whether arising from the
journey, or from any other cause, the
disease was so severe and instanta-
neous in its effect, that Turrene had
scarcely time to call for aid before his
companion had expired.
There is help for everything but
death. Turrene retired to his bed,
and revolvcd the incidents of the day
and his journey. He was then at an
age when the spirit of mischief is
supposed to predominant. Turrene
rose IL the morning, and going to the
trunk of the deceased Chevalicr, the
keys of which Dupaty had given him
previous to his unhappy catastrophe,
he examined the contents; and taking
the letters and the bag containing the
five hundred crowns, sallies forth for
the house of Monsieur st, George,
having given previous orders for the
burial of his friend. It may be here
necessary to mention that, by the
regulations of Paris, every one was
required to be buried within twelve
hours after their deceasc.
On coming to the house of Mon
sieur st. George, Turrene ordered the
porter to announce his arrival to his
master.
"Who am I to announce, sir?" said
the porter.
''The Chevalier Dupaty.'
The porter had not lived in the ia
mlly for nothing; he knew the family
secrets as we'll as Monsieur st. George
himself. He eagerly, therefore,
fastened to announce what he knew
to be most agreeable intelligence.
In the meantime, Turrene, left by
himself in large parlor, had leisure
to look around him; he found himself
in one of those houses, or rather pa
laces, which belong to the higher or
der of merchants. Everything be-
spoke the wealth Of its owner. His
reverie was interrupted by the en-
trance of tho old gentleman, who,
approaching in haste, precipitated
himself into the arms of Turrene.
Turrene returned his embraces with
equal warmth. The old gentleman
was enraptured at the figure of his
intended son-in-law. He overwhelmed
him with family questions, to all of
which the candid communication of
his deceased friend had enabled him
to return most satisfactory answers.
Turrene delivered his letters. The
old gentleman read them.
''You have brought then" said he,
''the five hundred crowns which your
father has mentioned in his letter?''
Turrene replied to his interroga-
tory by putting the bag into the
hands of the old gentleman.
z"Good, my young FRIEND" replied
the worthy Monsieur st. George.
''Your father, perceive, is as much
a man of business as myself. You
will soon learn that my fortune, and
what 1 shall give my daughter, did
not require the addition of five hun
dred crowns, but was willing that
your father should have some share
in the happiness of setting you going
[ am q plain man, young gentleman;
your father has done his part, and [
shall now do mine"
With these words; he rang bell;
and, upon the entrance of servant,
commanded him to summon priest
by certain hour in the same even
ing. ''In the meantime, you shall go
and see my wife and daughter It is
fit that young man should become
acquainted with his wife"
Turrene was accordingly conducted
to the drawing room, and introduced
to a matronly woman and q young
girl of great beauty, the wife and
daughter of the worthy merchant;
who, after the ceremony of introduc-
ton, left the young Chevalicr to re-
commend himself
In this Turrene so effectually sue
ceeded. that by the hour of dinner,
the ladies had become more than
commonly satisfied with their new
acquaintance. The good matron
looked with pride upon the elegant
fioura and manly oooon,,,1;cbn noonts &c