The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1874-08-02
forming Star and Catholic Messenger


beer at the other end of the world. She dared
mot go up. She stopped, suffocated with the
beating of her heart. If it was already TOO
late-the thought nearly paralyzed her with
horror. If she were a minute too late!
Finally, when on the stairs, she wept. Then
she dared ring.
"Ihave wept," she thought; &" he is saved
Taught by long and singular experience the
young girl know that tears were Tor her Inc
mysterious and certain sign that her prayer
was granted. She rang. servant-giri,
without speaking, led her to bed' ana
uttered single word" Dead and then
added: "The funeral will take place in two
hours. He threw himself into the Seine from
the bridge of Austerli,z"
"He is not dead" said Marie.
"The registration of the death has been
made" said the woman.
"Without replying, Marie looked tixedly at
him, and said to herself
"He is not dead. ! have wept; he Is not
dead. Paul she called. Silence. Pan"
Silence
She seized q mirror, and held it to her
brothers lips. At the moment she took it in
her hand she burst into tears. You will see
that he is saved" she said.
The woman thought her crazy. Marie still
held the mirror before Paul's lips. Dead
silence; her own poor heart nearly stopped
the mirror was tarnished!
Seven years afterwards NJ. le Baron de
Brenne was converting in numerous and
choice circle. It was at grand dinner. The
women were crowned with flowers and spark
ling with Jewels. The conversation turned
upon O great crime which had recently been
committed, the details of which filled two
columns of every paper. Suddenly the Baron
do Brienne became singularly agitated, and
then, in a voice which he endeavored to keep
calm, but whose trembling was still further
shown by the effort to gu bdue it, said
cit appears that the police have not yet dis
covered any trace of the assassin
al don't know" replied guest
"I believe not" said another.
Excuse me-" replied third person; " &C
cording to the latest accounts, the police, if
not positively sure, had at least great hopes"
The Baron de Brienne was as white as
his napkin. He tried to overcome and con-
ceal his excitement, and attempted to eat; bat
the effort was too great. He swooned and fell
heavily to the ground
Every one rose and crowded around him.
'" AtCT was thrown III HIS luce, bullh "eIc uciu
for him to inhale. The hostess neglected none
of the ceremonies usual in such cases. Fortu-
nately, there was n hysician among the guests.
Every attention lavished upon NJ lie
Baron. His carriage was called, and he was
taken home.
The next day he was better at the end of
three days he was well. He made them bring
any quantity of papers, and read them to him.
II 4 Al 4
denly paused, and said:
Hero is more of the horrid crime of which
we were all talking when you were taken ill.,
"Well ?" said tho baron in n singular tone
"Well," continued the baroness, " the muir
derer has been arrested But what a strange
interest you take in the aflar!'
"Ii' replied the baron. ooh not at all !; l
can very truly say that. Why do you think
Ctherwisef"
Because you are strangely excited wien
ever the subject is mentioned"
"What do you mean, talking about my cx-
citement7" he replied. Can You possibly
imagine, like those stupid people at dinner the
other evening, that this affair interests me in
the slightest dogree They were all there
looking at me, looking at me- with eyes,
with eyes Are you, too, going to stare al
me now with those eyes with those eye:
----"
Nine. Ia Baronne rose, and wrote two lines
" Dear DOCTOR come imstdmty." -
Garry that to the telegraph Office, she sait
to the servant.
she did not count the words" mutteret
tho man in astonishmont, as no withdrc ". "
must be something very serious
".
Three months had elapsed, and the baror
had resumed his ordinary life, when one eve
ming, in q salon in the faubourg St. llonore,
gentleman remarked, in the course of CONVEX
sation, that it was astonishing tho number o
crimes one daily heard of. Aud he related the
last murder that the daily paper had brought
under his eyes.
Said the baron: "Why do you make sucl
an assertionf Never were crimes so rare a
to-day manners and customs arc mrcl
softeued we can almost say there are n,
longer any criminals. None can be found il
the higher class of society and when W
sneak of the aristocracy. il means the entir