Lexington weekly intelligencer. (Lexington, Mo.) 1871-1887, 1873-10-08
CuxAr YOp 49,
throat; the poor tirtd manihin ~
striving braveiy 70 keep dovn ~

s"oes INC VOOb ttTI0 Bu0U1BlD NJ Z
striving brsvcly 70 kesp oSvn -
tears. :
"You w.nt your ssppss, a. ~
notF" asked Laura. % with ose haaA
shc stroked the golden csrls. sYOa
your supper aud 60 TO 6ed. Wheeo
who brought you here 2" /.
and hc said we wcrc TO have sono.
thing to eat, aud I WAS 10 watt suiet..
ly till lac came back. Very Q1iesly.
no fold me, aud lie should aoea 6e
tback.'
~''NOuid You not like 10 have your
suppcrat onee?" sid Laura. TYour
papa - faSisa -a loag-r " ak than ~
inir..''cd. amd he win bs very cory
ihu y'o SHOULD bs so hungry. Shall
! not ass that genticiiian't-poinfin
| to the landlord. who had come ND .
'ht ;able-'to Lr;3y You something
10 ra' at Ouce!" .,Lt.4 :.
NO, tha;.x yes; must wait 1Oe
my papa"
Entrcatics and coaxing Were an iA
vain: und Laura, fearful Of distress
rius him still more. left him alone anA
/ rcsc med her seat ky me. !.
Nearly another hour passed away.
Laura Insisted on remaining in t6A
room. and we listlcssly studied -
"LiNre des Etrangers." ::
by and by the silence Of the daxlr
corner was broken. The courage e
the gallant little mite had Sivoa
away ; lic was sobbing % IL his koaR
would break. Laura had him in -
arms in moment. ss5l.
oh, papa! papa! ]" lie cried, in hlD
bitter agony. "Oh, papa psps how
could you lecvo me SO long aloiDl
Oh, papa! como back, come back r.
Above his low, sad vail heard the
soand of persons entering the hotal
aud then there was u busy hum o8
voices, and minute or two after.
wards the landlord, with . strange
, expression Oh his face, looked In otl
the door and bcckoned 10 me. I
, hastily left the room. There, at tho
entrance of the hotel, found the
walters and other people gathered.
f Three peasants had just come in,
bringing with them something they
I had fuund--somcti,ing which lay In &
i disiisured heap on the ground.
They had found this body of man,
. Was quickly told, at the bottom OF
@ u low cliff about quarter Of o mile
from the hotel. Then they uncover
Il ed the face, aud ct once recognised
q the man whom Laura aud had pass-
# cd OIL the usceut.-4Gheu, ~ o cold
81 shixAs-i.~sscd over ME, ] heard Q CITY
< from within the room had LEFT.
.e my papa has come back know
" he has and, before any Of as could
. interfere, the door of the salleDaonaey
a was thrown open, and tie pollid,
d weeping child tottered out, followed
a hastily by Laura.
v "Whcre is papa; know hs ID
9 hcrc! And, checking his violent
Il soOs, hc looked eagerly at the solemn
2 faces around him.
j. why won't you tell whore papa
d is? Oh! what's that upon the foors''
= Then, before any ono could stop him,
v lie east himself down aud laid m
check by the cold, white lips that
r never more could kiss him, or breathe
p q word of love into his ear.
/ Gentle hands rai sed him softly, and
s bore him away TO the room the dead
e man had prepared, and laid him
;. down upon the bed. He seemed ts
# know his own utter desolation, end
IS the paroxysm of grief was strangely
y stilled. Laura remained with him
all night and when tho first red lighil
ID of the rising sun had bathed viii
e. deep splendor tho sileut glaciers and
is the snowy peaks, the young hear
had broken beneath its burden. nnl
II the weary spirit fed away.
@. Shortly afterwards-at Milan.
is think 1t was-I saw o oopy Of Ii,
N Times, and in the second column
saw an advertisement for Q man Viii
a. rcd mark under his left eve ~
10 when returned to England l learne(
lie the whole story. This man, Who hs6
e. ever borne the highest character, had
2 got into deep distress, owing princi
:, pally TO the shameful conduct Of 1
is friend for whom he lad become sure,
&c ty; and i'll all evil hour he had forged
check tor considerable amount,
= intending, as such unhappy men
/. always intend, to replace the money,
!. lie failed in doing this, and being
h conscious that his fraud must inevi.
G, tably be discovered, he fed from
England, taking with him the moth.
l. er!css child. Whether in Q 1T OF
v despair lac had thrown himself from
L the cliffs, or whether he had simply
i. missed his footing, it 10 impossible to
g say. Father and son rest in one grave
d ina churchyard on that mountain
% hei ght and Oh every anniversary OF
; that ewful tragedy the good peasants
n place wreaths OF immortelies upon
the simple white cross that marks thG
Il uameicss tomb.-tEnglish Paper.
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