Vermont farmer. [volume] (Newport, Orleans County, Vt.) 1870-1877, 1872-11-15

"but who can point out the guilty one y
asked M. Warbler.
III can. l saw the jewel taken. M.
Warbler, the Holbein pendant is at the pres
ent moment in the possession of Mrs. Miles
Stanley"
"Liar slanderer !" shouted Miles, utterly
beside himself "Oh, if you were only not
woman"
"a liar am II A slanderer am II
Then who took my point-lace handkerchief
from my room two weeks ago2 was ly-
ing on the bed asleep $50 the thief thought,
but saw her--I saw la belle Charlotte hide
her handkerchief in her bosom. Old Martha
brought it back to me and said she had TAX
en- it, but she lied She lied, but do not
All, Madame la Voleuse, you have no old
woman here to-day to father your sins =!
cannot describe to you the horrible ex-
ultOtion, the fierce triumph that rang in tie
Frenohwoman's voice and looked from her
flashing eyes. Nor can describe the scene
that ensued. Miles held back by two Of NJ.
Vardier's partners, Charlotte covering on
chair CHASTITY pale and almost insensible, tho
entrance of Mile Warbler, the death-like ST.
lence broken only by the faint rustic Of dress
and mantle as the Swiss prosecuted her search,
then cry from Charlotte, mingled exca.
nation Of horror and astonishment from all
present, and there, in Mile Vardiers hand,
shone the missing triuket!
A groan burst from the quivering lips of
poor Miles as, released from the grasp of his
captors, he sank into chair and covered his
face with his hands. Charlotte seemed try.
ing to recover her composure, and she came
slowly forward with sullen look of defiance
in her eyes. My very heart sickened as l
noticed the perceptble shrinking from her
and avoidance manifested by most Of the par
ty. Madame de Vignard shrugged her
shoulders and whispered something to NJ. de
Brenaud, but Charlotte never needed her.
She walked with quiet, deliberate step up
to where the Baron stood, and then paused
fixing her eyes steadfastly upon him. He
bowed slightly, turned from her, and offered
his arm to Madame dc Vignard. The livid
palor crept over Oharlotte's face again, and
l thought she was about to fall on the floor !;
but at this instant Miles arose and advanced
towards her. He drew her arm within his
own, the door was thrown open, and we went
forth. No one spoke, Even NJ. Warbler
seemed too much overwhelmed to offer any
excuses Though, poor man, it was not his
FAULT, and the once merry party descended
the stairs as silent and as grave as process
sion Of mourners at funeral. When we
reached the door l whispered to Mr.. Vaux
to 90 and join De Brenaud, and as Miles
placed Charlotte in the carriage came for
ward and took my seat by her side. l shall
never forget Miles's look of gratitude l
shall never cease to be thankful that did
SO.
Only once during our drive did Miles
speak.
E "Cousin Bessie" he said, tomorrow l
return to Jex to live and die there. Fortu-
nately DR.. Severne's house is not Sold"
At this Charlotte looked up. She had
thrown herself back on the carriage and had
drawn her veil closely over her face, but
these words seemed to arouse her from her
stupor.
ITO Jex2 Not back to Jex? o
Miles"
"And where else" he interrupted fercely,
"could l so well conceal your shame and my
dishonor ?"
She shrank back without another word,
and drew her veil over her face again but l
E heard her mutter between her teeth "Go
back to Jex2 Never"
We reached the Hotel Metropole at last,
f AID never did so short drive appear to me
so interminable. We went up stairs at once.
Martha Rage met us at the door of Mies's
apartments, and her first glance at the faces
r of our party seemed to reveal to her what
: had happened She clasped her hands to-
gether with wild cry of grief alt has
a come! !" she exclaimed, sit has come knew
Y it would 0 my dear mistress, why did you
. not take me with you r.
Without answering, or even looking at her
D Charlotte passed swiftly through the sitting.
Y room into the bedchamber beyond, and
$ heard her first lock and then bolt the door
| Miles signcald to the old woman to enter the
: parlor, which she did. He closed the door
!. carefully, placed chair, aud motioned to
e her to take a seat in it, and then signed ia
t me to place myself beside him on the sofa.
Martha" he said in stern but not unkind.
b " tones, "ycu must answer me few ques.
: tions, and that truthlully. No prevarica.
tons or eyasions will serve you or your mis-.
!, tress now. She has been detected" he
0 paused and seemed almost evercome-"in an
: act Of dishonesty and worse than that, she
: has been charged with other deeds of the
i same nature for which she permitted you tC
bear the blame. Is this last accusation true
. Did you know anything respecting her weak
n ness or her wickedness, whichever it may
a be 2"
= Without answering, the old woman plung
f ed her hand into the depths of some pocket
deep buried among the folds other garments
n and from which she drew forth an old-fash
= toned, well-worn pocketbook. This she open
ed, and from one of its apartments she took a
: folded paper which she handed to Miles.
Q "Dr, Severne gave me that two days be-
q fore he died Rnnd IL Mr Stanleu and vnr