The post. [volume] (Middleburg, Snyder County, Pa.) 1864-1883, 1874-03-19
Luciky Mistake,

Ainpilp tnc btCerNpc passengers
who dnftcd over to New York from
liavro, n little while ago, was Il young
French girl named Louise Dumont.
Her destination was Newark, Della.
were, where she had distant female
relative living, in inligent circum.
stances, and, rs she believed, the only
surviving kin she had in the world
BY somo mistake, owing to her
inability to understand the English
language. she took train on the
Delaware, Lackawanna and Western
Railroad, and got of at Newark, n.
J. When she was informed of her
error, she bought n ticket to return
again to New York on the next train.
but on account Of a very remarkable
occurrence she was induced to change
her mind.
AS the girl sat in the depot, down
cast in spirits, alone in u strange
land and almost penniless, visions OF
her home in LA Belle France" cross.
ed her mind. She thought of her
mother who had recently died, her
only brother who fell with his father
as they fought side by side at
the terrible battle of Saarbruck, and
rs she mused upon her past joys and
present loneliness, she unconsciously
toyed with large golden locket that
was suspended by a strong silver
chain from her neck, while tears
trickled down her cheeks. She was
a brunette Of the loveliest type, and
her jet black, wavy hair was arranged
with such exquisite taste that il made
the broad, high forehead, expressive
brown eyes, and graceful, full throat
appear TO the best advantage.
While Louise was abstractelly
playing with her locket, there came
into the depot tall and handsome
gentleman, about sixty years Of age
He hal something of 4 military bear
ing, and his countenance indicated
intelligence and refinement The
girls appearance Immediately at
tncted his attention, and rs he, too,
was waiting for a train, he occupied
the time in watching her As he
walked leisurely to AMI fro in the
ladies' room, he came near to where
the girl was sitting just as she open
ed the locket and revealed q we'll
known face, that was tue exact coun.
terpart of u picture that he had al
home in his library 1t represented
the Empress Josephine the deceased
wife Of Napoleon Bonaparte. The
gentleman immediately asked the
girl, in good French, where sic OBJ
tained the picture.-She replied, with
much simplicity:
My mother gave it to me.
Requesting the favor of examining
the locket, he took il in hand, and,
with the greatest astonishnent, read
the following inscription
Josephine, to Hortense De Miratel
1872"
My mother was a Miratel," said
he, scanning the beautiful French
girls features closely, "and," he
added, as a light seemed to fash in
upon his confused ideas, ''she was a
sister to Hortense De Mitratol, who,
for some act of faithfulness to the
unhappy Josephine, received this
locket and portrait as q reward. My
goo1 girl, who are you, anyhow W.
The child then related her story
how her father and brother had been
killed in battle, and that her mother
had recently died; that she had com.
mitted her to the care of the only re
lative that she believed TO be living,
at Newark, Delaware.
The gentleman then being satisfied
that the girl was his own niece, dis
closed his own name. Victor Provost
He had escaped from prison when u
young man, having been incarcerated
10y the Bourbons about the time Of
the sojourn Of Louis Napoleon i'll
America
lie fled to this country and settled
at Wilkesbarre, Pa, where he now
lives in aiiluence, being interested in
large coal and iron tracts in that 10
cahty. II is hardly necessary to
state that the niece needed but little
persuasion to accompany her uncle
home. The romance Of her story is
increased by the fact that MIR. Provost
has q son, who is u very promising
young man, and that no Immediately
became fascinated with his newly.
found cousin. The old gentleman is
in eostacy at the turn things have
taken, and has resolved that his son
shall marry the girl, OF course
young Provost has accepted this
proposition with much JOY, and or
ders for a magnificent bridal trous-
sean are now being filed by various
parties in New York. for tho fortu-
nate girl who. but little moro than .