The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1873-04-19

1 AL mot come to kiss her, to
uo u ~ - in an agony OF terror, W so NJ
~ 2. ces looking at her IRON ouo y. sAo Vel
roo nd to saw little bits OF DaDy prayers 10
tbe child Jesus. don know wne.ner Inese
tile c .l.n1ers were answered or not but ! do
tlny Pi hat when by-and-by a dear, good,
ih.iHnUJ'bearted pussy, just as troubled at being
ieft in the dark as the child herself. iumped
nm beside her and began series of consolato-
nv purrs. Marie Jeanne was comforted and
went fast asleep with the cat for inflow
Her fur was so nice and softl She WAS inst
like the little girls own dear Mimi At home
30 THESE two solitary creatures clunc to
eacn Other, the whole night through for
warmth and companionship. But when the
grey GAVIN began to creep through the beauti-
lul purple and scarlet Windows, Marie Jeanne
woke up and wondered where the tall man
S s oe VINO mad promised 70 come back for
she IS hungry, toov' said The little girl to her.
sell, her1ically determined not to think of her
own misery.
But pussy began making her toilette and
then all Marie Jeanne's dainty little French
instincts of neatness crowded upon her and
her courage gave way before the miserable
prospect of no breakfast and an unwashed
face.
80, my face isn't clean," she sobbed. Il
know it isn't. want Louise to wash it. o
Louise" The great tears ran down her nose
and rolled off into the cats grey fur.
just then an officer of the Kings guard APP
! peared at the door, followed by a troop of
| men. He had been sent to shield the church
| from further sacrilege. AS he entered he
| caught sight of the pathetic little group en-
| throned upon the altar-Marie Jeanne with
her lace buried in the warm gray breast
"a child herer' he thought. 'sPoor little
fhinpf TT ppYJSt bova ,ccnd r,tl,or - -.
comfortable night
Marie Jeanne raised her head as he ap-
preached and smiled smile of recognition.
Il m so glad thou art come, dear Papa Du-
pont', she cried joyfullo; ''Pm so hungry p
"Pauvre petite cherie," said Col. Dupont,
compassionately, "How didst thou come here,
my little girl? did not think the last time
told thee about the Lost Babes in the
| Woods that thou wouldst ever act like those
stupid children. I shall tell thee no more
stories to turn thy foolish little head, Marie
Jeanne. But where are thy father and moth
er. and why art thou here all alone?''
Marie Jeanne related the history of her adj
ventures as well as she could, and ended it
with sob and 81 want to go homer
''Pauvre mignonne," said the old soldier,
taking her in his arms, Eyes, she shall go
home with me to pay visit to Godmamma
Dupont, and the dear Godmamma will have
| DICdhldob lCduy III hCA3 etAAe. SSlAAS SoHDohSs
! too, perhaps. Who knows Z?
s'But the dear cat," said Marie Jeanne,
smiling through her tears, "she must 60 too.
| She was so warm in the night
''Of course she shall CO., was the good ma
| tured answer, and the child was made thor
oughly happy all in moment. srtt.f
Colonel Dupont said something to an Off
Ger standing near, and then with Marie
| Jeanne ON his shoulder and the gray cat UNI
der his arm, he sailed forth to deposit his
| precious burden at last in the lap of good
Madame Dupont.
When Marie Jeanne had been duly caress
| ed and CONFERENCE.-The her spirits had
| beenrevived with breakfast and unlimited
bonbons, he went forth once more, this time
in order to telegraph to the child's parents
that their little daughter was in safe hands,
tor he knew just how anxious they would be
when they should hear of the terrible excite
ment of the past night. On the way he stop
ped at the police office.
"Have you any intelligence Of the fate of
woman named Louise Martigny among those
who have disappeared since yesterday? % he
asded of the chief official
"tIere is the book of entries you may see
for yourself" was the answer.
Colonel Dupont took the book and ran
through the first few pages carelessly. "Ah,"
cried he suddenly, ''this must be she. the
1udu oOfHsOi oil lASlt uc ICdO
aloud.
"Early this morning the corpses of man
and woman were found together upon the
steps of the Church of St. Roche. The man,
| who had pistol wound in the throat, had
been dead some time and the woman had
| evidently been trampled to death in attempt
ing to drag his body from under the feet of
the crowd that entered the building last
| night. Names unknown
"Humph," commented the soldier, shrug-
ging his shoulders cynicaIly, cit is very
strange that people will not learn to stay at
home in times of danger. I must tell my
little friend to provide herself with another
nurse. Poor little one it is mercy that the
good God took better care of her last night
than that crazy woman did, or otherwise
there would have been sad story to greet
Jean Dantier with when he came home to
look for his little daughter. But never mind
Thanks to the great Power that smooths the
path of little children, thou art safe, ma petite
and long mayest thou live to be blessing to
thine old g ,dfather.