Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1869-08-12

DID I not tell you 50 2 criedhis broth
er, enr1cei.
"Wen, hut did you see him doing 1t 2
desperately asked Monsieur Roussel-
did you see him ?''
Joseph Rouszel stared till his eyes
seemed ready to start cut Of Their sock
cts.
"See him" he at length gssped forth,
-''sae him open my desk, and take out
NY hard-earned money. seven thousan
Ave hundred francs you ask me if I
iqw him DO that No sir. he Indignantly
Exclaimed, answering his own question,
i I did not sec HIN, because he took care
fnot 10 do it till my back was turnei.-
But can tel YOU VIA. Jean, my servant,
heard and saw. He saw your son Hen
RI at the Post Office, handing over to the
Postmistress a letter with five blue seals
five blue Seals-anl declaring it to be
worth seven thousand five hundred francs,
What do you think of that 2
The notary gtoancd For Heavens
sake have mercy on me- he said, pit
eously.
Il want my money, sir; my money =
You shall have it, though it viii half
ruin me-" distractedly said Monsieur
Roussel; but keep it quiet, Q keep it
quiet., :"
''And what did I come hers for but to
keep it quiet" screamed Joseph, at the
pitch of his voice what did | come here
for"
1T viii ruin ne. said Henrj's f,ther,
despairingly cit viii ruin me
On hearing this Madame Roussal burs.
into tears, and with many pjteous sDts
she asked WHY her ehilIren were t. be
pIundercd i3r IIenri's miSds sds Her
husband heard her with a dulI, vacant
stare OF misery. There is tragic hour
in most lives however tame aud common
place may seem their current, and that
tragic hour hai come to him. Grief and
despair gave 4 terrible meaning TO his lit
tie peevish face, and Charlot;e's heart
sank within her as she heard him mutter,
ina low, dsl. voice, 81 viii not be dis
craced On the day when this Is known
IN Verrieres | shall just 90 down the gar
den and make hole IN the water. |
Will not be disgraceI."
Even as he uttered the words the door
opened, and Henri, who had come back
in his boat and walked up the garden,
entered the room.
Card, :" he said, carglessly, "cards
who wins Y
! No one answered. He gave sharp
look round the room, and at once his care
/ less look vanished But he did not speak
De stood without uttering enc word. eyi-
dently waiting. His father rose.
"Henri, he said, sto7nly, "you sent
of seven thousand five hupIred francis to
Paris to-day Z
Henri looked thunderstruck
Il dii," he replied, at length.
"To whom =
Il can not tell"
''From whom did you get the money p
Il can not tell.
The young man spoke very sulIenly
and looked black as night at that eros:
examination.
"You must get that money back. " said
his father, trying to speak comp adlv,
though he was deadly pale. 'for your an
Gle, he added pointing to The dark part
of the room where Joseph Roussel stood,
! leaning on his CINDERELLA Your uncle
/ had his desk opened today and seven
/ Thousand five hundred francis tax n from
Henri gaze sudden start and turned
! dreadtulI7 pale.
You did not think I should miss it s.
soon. did YOU :" asked the uncle Jose ph
nodding g.iaIy at him ''but you hac
scarcely turned your back on the hous,
when | wan.sd some money, and foun.
out that my seven thousand five hundred
francis were gene. Thank your stars tha
am YOUR Godfather as well as your un-
Gle, !" he added, in a meuacing voice
| Thank your stars, | say "
Henri sank on chair. ami thence look.
ed at him and then from him to hi1 faith
er. At first it seemed as il words would
not pass his white lips. When he spoke
at length, it was TO address the notary
and say +:
Father, what Do you sag 10 tLis ?"
Monsieur Roussel raised he trcm5lin.
hand toward him:
God forgive you, He1ri," he said il