Urbana union. [volume] (Urbana, Ohio) 1862-1872, 1869-05-12

am only a stranger who was so unfOrtun-
ate as to be locked in. I grew very cold
out side, and to tell you the truth came
in here to get light to scare the ghosts
out of the kitchen where l have been
enscOnced for several hours; Iheard your
sObs, but was too fearful of frightening
you to come in, until I fancied you slept.
''Say no more sir, cried Angel burst
ing into sObs, 'excuse me please sir, it
relieves me so to cry, am so Overjoyed
in the presence of a fellow creature.
I did not think was so weak but I real
ly thought the place was full of ghosts
indeed"
4 think you have stood it very brave
ly, replied the young man, but you
must be weak for want of your supper,
shall I get you something to eat! 'fSay
Nrather that shall lead the way to find
something for you sir. know where
my father keeps all his eatables, indeed
some of the preserves and pickles I have
made for him myself. But forget you
are a stranger. The sexton is my adopt
ed father"
We will not follow them into the pam
try, whence they soon returned with a
waiter well filled, but we will say that
in the shortest imaginable time they
were as well acquainted, as if they had
known each other a life time. I do not
mean that either related their past life
to the other, but there was in the nature
of one a chord which seemed to vibrate
in the others presence, such cOngeniali-
ty is only known to those who are from
the beginning formed for holy and pure
companionship, as these two bright, ar
dent creatures undoubtedly were, for
such the sequel will prove.
Although weak from long fasting, they
scarcely ate at all, but seemed to drink
draughts of never ending joy in the
light of each others eyes. Yet he was
respectful and almost silent, she taIka-
tive but reserved. The hours passed
and at two o'clock a grating sound at
the front door announced the return Of
Father Piene. He was soon in their pres
enee.
Lantern in hand, he stood as one trans
fixed. Angel advanced with a light
laugh and kiss for the furrowed cheek.
Behold me, father, locked in by you;
this young gentleman is in the same pre-
dictment. I crept in the window and
was frightened out of my wits till mid
night when fell asleep.
Angel would have proceeded but Faith
er Piene seemed not to heed her words.
He advanced to the stranger saying in
quivering Tone young man you move
me strangely. In Gods name who are
you
al am Adolphe, son of Count Lavasse
oh my father.
The old man classed him to his heart
and fell staggering to the floor.
Instantly his children surrounded him,
uttering all the tenderness of their hearts;
their affectiOnate words to him and the
earesses of Angel revived him.
He was laid on the sofa, his head pill
lowed by Angels lap, his son by his side,
and the young man gave an explanation
of their long separation, which we will
relate in as few words as possible. "
He had escaped from his fathers enc
mics after a months Imprisonment, found
a refuge in the castle of a German Count,
friend of his father. AS his foes were
on the alert, the count had thought it
best, not to communicate with their
friends in Paris. He and the Count had
both written to America, to inform
Father Piene of his safety, but Count
Lavasse, supposing him dead, had buried
himself in South America and of course
lost the intelligence.
Looking from his father to the BEAM
ing eyes of Angel, Adolphe added, I
came into the cemetery just as you were
reciting your history to this fair steang-
er, but you were both too absorbed to
observe me. Judge of my emotion, when
I saw your tears and agony in my be-
half. "But how came you here? ?" ask
ed Father Piene.
a French refugee in wandering through
Virginia chanced in this village and OBJ
serving the beauty of this cemetery en-
tered it. He was struck with the like
ness of the sexton to the portrait he had
often seen of you at the chateau Lavasse
and mentioned it to me after his return.
I instantly felt conviction that you
and the sexton were the same. He laugh
ed at me saying ''why that man was at
work, with his sleeves rolled up, and he
was only Mr.. Piene; asked his name
| ''That is his name I said, Adolphe Piene
Lavane." &C. He only shrugged his shOul-
ders; but embarked Immediately"
"The workings of Providence, are
mysterious" reverently said Father
Piene, as we will yet call him. Yes dear
father, i'll restoring me to yoIr estates
through Louis NapOlean. Our cousin
and enemy has fled France, knowing
that his villiany would be exposed. Old
Franz your servant is yet alive, watt
ing to see you, but before we sail must
hold you to your promise, father ~
"Explain yourself, my sOnp'
"To-day, I heard your solemn word to
this angel that should be her husband,
if found alive, and she has told me to
night, that she would love father Piene's
son, no matter how common a fellow ne
might be, though Z believe she look me
| for q rObber."