The Hickman courier. [volume] (Hickman, Ky.) 1859-current, 1873-02-01


lowed them one after another, and in
spite of the gloom could see, half out
of his mouth, the finest of them all,
which in moment was champed like
the rest. L was neither ill-tempered nor
violent but at this sight was no lon
ger master of myself Without well
knowing what did, discharged blow
of my cane on the animal, and stretched
it at my feet. No sooner did / perceive
it motionless than l repented of having
killed a creature unconscious of the
mischief it had done. Was this worthy
of the professor of philosophy, the
adorer of the gentle Amelia? But thus
to eat up my rose-tree, my only hope TO
get admittance to her When l thought
on its annihilation, could not consider
myself so culpable However, the
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want crossing the lower passage, and
called her.
"Catherine, said 1, bring your
light, there is mischief here you left
the stable-door open, (that Of the court
was also unclosed,) , one of your sheep
has been browsing on my rose-trees, and
/ have punished it.
She soon came with the lantern in her
hand.
"'It is not one of our sheep, said she
i have Just come from them the stable
gate is shut and they are all within. o
blessed saints blessed saints What do
I see?' exclaimed she, when near 1T is
the pet sheep of our neighbor Mademoi-
selle Amelia de Belmont: Poor Robin
what bad luck brought you here? o
how sorry she viii be
"Inearly dropped down beside Robin.
OF Mademoiselle Amelia said I,
in a trembling voice has she actually
a sheep?
go good Lord, no she has none at
this moment, but that which lies there,
with its four legs up in the air. She
loved it as herself; see the collar that
she worked for it with her own hands
bent to look at it. 1t was of red
leather, ornamented with little bells,
and she had embroidered on it in gold
thread, Robin belongs to Amelia de
Belmont she loves him, and begs that
he may be restored TO her
49, What viii she think of the barba-
rian who killed him in a fit of passion
the vice that she most detests She is
right, it has been fatal to her yet if be
should be only stunned by a blow.
Catherine, run, ask for some ether, or
Eau dc Tie or hartshorn-run, Cathe-
rine, run
"Catharine set off I tried to make
it open its mouth my rosebud was
still between its hermetrically-sealed
teeth Perhaps the collar pressed it ;
in fact, the throat was swelled. / got
it off with difficulty; something fell
from it at my feet, which / mechanically
took NJ aud put int0 ny IvvlAyt viii
out looking at, SO much was / absorbed
in anxiety for the resuscitation. / rubbed
him with all my strength 1 grew more
and more impatient for the return of
Catherine She came with a small
phial IN her hand, calling out, in her
usual manner, Here, sir here's the
medicine. L never opened my mouth
about it to Mademoiselle Amelia pity
her enough without that.
''' What is all this, Catherine where
have you seen Mademoiselle Amelia {?
and what is her affection, if she does
not know of her favorite's death p
$50 sir, this is terrible day for the
poor young lady! She was at the end
OF the street searching for a ring which
she had lost and it was no trife, but
the ring that her dead father had got rs
a present from the emperor, and worth,
they say. more ducats than 1 have hairs
on my head. Her mother lent it to her
to-day for the party she has lost it,
she knows neither how nor where, and
never missed it till she drew off her
glove at supper; And, poor soul the
glove was ON again in a minute, for fear
it should be seen that the ring was want
ing, and she slipped out to search for it,
all along the street, but has found
nothing
''It struck me that the substance
that had fallen from the sleeps collar
had the form of ring-could it possi-
bly, be looked at it and judge to my
jov. it was Madame de Belmont's ring,
and really very beautiful and costly.
A secret presentiment whispered to me
that this was better means of presen-
tation than the rose-tree. | pressed
the pr cious ring TO my heart and to
my lips, assured myself that the
sheep was really dead, and leaving him
stretched near the devastated rose-trees,
[ ran into the street, dismissed those
who were seeking in vain, and stationed
myself at my door to await the return
of my neighbors. / saw from a dis
tance the fambeau that preceded them,
quickly distinguished their voices, and
comprehended by that that Amelia had
confessed her misfortune. The mother
scolded bitterly; the daughter wept,
and said, Perhaps it may be found.
o yes. perhaps, replied the mother
with irritation 1t is too rich a prize
to him who finds it. The Emperor gave
III TO your (lSeaSSU 1dt1itI OH bhC AOANs
when he saved his life; he set more
value ON it than ON all he possessed be-
sides, and now you have thus flung 1t
away. But the fault is mine for having
trusted you with it. For some time
back you have seemed quite bewildered-
"I heard all this as / followed at
some PAGES behind them. They reached
home, and had the cruelty to prolong,
for some moments more, Amelia's NOR
tification. / intended that the treasure
should procure me the entree of their
dwelling, and waited till they had got
up stairs. then had myself announced
as the bearer of good news. / was in
troduced, and respectfully presented
the ring to Madame de Belmont and
how delighted seemed Ameliai and how
beautifully she frightened in her JOY,
not alone that the ring was found, bni
that l was the finder. She cast herself
on her mothers bosom, and turning OF
me her eyes, humid with tears, though
beaming with pleasure, she clasped hel
hands, exclaiming o, sir, what obi
CATION, what gratitude do we not owe t.
you =
"sAh, MademoiseIle ? returned I