Dodgeville chronicle. [volume] (Dodgeville, Wis.) 1862-current, 1869-02-05
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Roussel broke in upon them, with will
looks, wet garments, and dripping um
brella. -
my money !" hegasDed "My money!
he shouted, recovering breath, and strikin.
the floor with his ilmbrelia. Where i
my money!" @
They looked at him aghast. Monsieur
Roussel remained with the uplifted care
he was going to play in his hand, anG
stared at his brother with open mouth ant
eyes.
~ tell You IHant my money" doggedlJ
resumed Joseph s"I wantIny seven thou
sand five hundred francs"
s "Seven thousand five hundred francs ?
repeated the notary, turning liyid, and 8
dreadful light seemed to break upon hin.
as he heard the amount of the sum. .n0iii
"Yes, seven thousand five hundred
francs" sternly said Henri's uncle and
| godfather-"s seven thousand five hundred
francs, which were taken, out of my desk
this afternoon when Henri was in the
house-do you hear ?" and he rolled his
eyes about and winked at them all with
terrible significance. Je,. .a,,-....,.-
Monsieur Roussel tried to speak, but
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forward on the table, and, with his head
lying there, uttered deep, heart-broken
groan. Madame Roussel raised he1
hands to heaven, and uttered a despairing
cry. qTT .ITF(5B " TT7i
."We are ruined-ruined, disgraced, un.
done !" she said, wildly; and falling back
into her chair, she went Into mysteries
upon which Marie began sobbing violent,
w r rI0 haL Loo
round her in dismay, uttered a succession
of piercing shrieks. Charlotte, alone, pre-
serving some presence of mind, ran to her
aunt's assistance, and }endeavored Ito
calm her. Joseph Roussel looked around
him in grim and gloomy triumph, wink
ing rapidly. Fs-i9 2'n'>ff ~ 'ad'ri q
"Spare the rod and spoil the child," he
said. "Iknew how it would bel always
said dso.a,a
"For Heavens sake have mercy on
us! cried Monsieur Roussel, looking up
wildly. Perhaps-perhaps Henri did
"Then who did ?" angrily retofted his
Brother. "Do you want to cheat me out
ofmy money, eh? You told me yourself
he came to borrow seven thousand five
hundred francs-did you not !? Well, I tell
y l.
with my desk, and when came back at
the end of a quarter of an hour, Henri had
vanished, the key, which | had forgotten
on the table, was in the desk, and seven
thousand and five hundred francs In notes
were gone. But if you think that am
going to bear with that loss just because
Henri is my nephew and godson, you are
very much mistaken, all of you" added
Monsieur Joseph Roussel, glaring at the
dismayed family, and striking the floor
again with his umbrella.
Henri shall return that money he
only meant to borrow it, of course" agi-
tatedly said the notary. "Buthe shall re-
turn it, Joseph" ''.''' '-''1 '--
"And do you suppose am going to wait
till he returns my money ?" exclaimed Jo-
seph Roussel, looking indignant and
amazed at the suggestion. What brought
me here, pray?" .
"And how do I know that my son took
your money ?" asked Monsieur Roussel,
with feeble effort at scepticism..
Did Inottel you so ?" cried his brother,
enraged.
"Well, but did you see him doing it ?"
desperately asked Monsieur R0ussel-" did
you see him?"
Joseph Roussell stared till his little
eyes seemed ready to- start out of their
sockets 3 & e -< r.
"See him" he at length gasped forth
-" see him open my desk, and take out
my hard earned money, seven thousand
five hundred francs lyon ask me if | saw
him doing that? No, sir" he Indignantly
exclaimed, answering his own question.
II did not see him, because he took care
not to do it till nay back was turned. But
l can tell you what-Jean, my servant,
heard and saw. He saw your son Henri
at the post Office, handing over to the
post-mistress letter with five blue seals
five blue seals-and declaring it to be
worth seven thousand five hundred
francs! What do you think of that?''
The notary groaned. "For Heavens
sake, nave mercy on me! ~ he said,
piteously. 80
"I want my money, sir my moneytpT :
"You shall have it, though it will half
ruin me," distractedly said Monsieur
iRoussel: Hbut keep it quiet-O, keep it
quiet" .'Y
"And what didI come here for but to
keep it quiet?"F' screamed Joseph, at the
pitch of his voice." what did / come
here tor?" Z fa3 la-. ,tifa
Z "It will ruin me-" said Henri's father,
'despairingly; "it will ruin me" "a . ,4a
On hearing this, Madame Roussel burst
totears, andwith many piteous sobs she
asked why her children were to be plum
dered for Henri's misdeeds. Her husband
heard her with dull, vacant stare Of
misery. There's q tragic hour lin most
lives, however tame and commonplace
may seem their current, and. that tragic
hour had come to him. Grief and despair
gave a terrible meaning to his little,
peevish face, and Charlotte's heart sank
within her as she heard him mutter, in a
low, dull voice, 81 will not be disgraced.
On the day when this is known in Ver-
rieres, l shall just go down the garden,
and make a hole in the water. / will not
be disgraced." 49,
Even as he uttered the words, the door
opened, and Henri, who,had come back in
his boat and walked up the garden, enter
ed the room. s.4
"Cards?" he said, carelessly, "cards {?
who wins?' T.NC
No one answered He gave a sharp
look round the room, and at once his care
less look vanished. But he did not speak.
He stood without uttering one word, EVIL
IDENTIFY waiting, His father rose"
"Henri," he said, sternly, you sent of
seven thousand five hundred francs to
Paris today" aa
Henri looked .thunderstruck. o5T
81 did," he replied, at length.
"To whom?"
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