The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1874-06-27

inside and the entrance was ELECTED
with some difficulty. Nothing was
seen in the first room but a parrot,
which seemed to be delighted to see
the newcomers. ''Poor jacques! 1t
said, "poor jacques - Then, on seeing
two or three boys in the crowd, the
bird screamed, "Bad boys; poor Jac-
uues Bad boys; poor Jacques
For a minute or two there was a pro-
found silence not a stir or whisper
broke the stiffness. The officers then
approached the chamber, the door OF
which was slightly aiar. 1T was pushed
open; and eagerly the crowd gazed INTO
the room. There was the old man
kneeling in front of a great iron chest,
his head bent forward, and one hand on
the edge of the box, while the other
grasped an old brown-looking piece OF
paper. Then the authorities were sent
for. an investigation made, and process
uerJai drawn up, to the effect that the
defunct had come to his death by heart
disease
The paper he held was very old
document. and SO faded that 1t was
scarcely legible. The deceased had,
apparently, taken 1t out to examine 1T +;
and he had written down ut the close OF
the will-for such it waS-the amount
of his property, and the manner IN
which II was invested
The officer who directed the proceed
ings was a man far advanced i'll years.
He had been comrade of Jacques in
their boyhood, but hadlost sight of him
for many years There were tears in
I 10 Ill In,
strument, and said, in Il shrill and
broken voice, to the motley group
which had assembled, my friends and
townsmen, here lies the body of man
whom the whole city ridiculed and de
| spised rs a heartless mlSer. The boys
| hooted ut him III the streets, and pclted
him with dirt and stones. People
taught their very dogs to bark at HIM
as he passed The poor upbraided
him and the rich sneered and pointed
the finger of scorn at him us they rode
by III then coaches. Let me read you
his will
He paused to wipe his spectacles,
| and then began III a measured tone,
MARsEILLEs, Aug. /, IT'S.
When | was Il child, / fell i'll of a fe-
yer, and during nay recovery suffered
intensely from thirst There had been
u severe drought for many months, and
the water, always poor III quality, was
almost wholly exhausted. At that time
my mother told me that many hundreds
OF the poorer class suffered i'll the same
way. She also told me that my father
and many others had lost their property
by fire, chiefly because there was an in
sufficient supply of water to cXtinguish
the flames. For these reasons, | be
queath all my property of every kind,
after the payment of my just debts and
of my funeral expenses, to my native
city of Marseilles, for the purpose oi
providing waterworks which shall sup
ply the entire community free of cX-
! pensc. JACQUES GUYOT.
After slight pause, the officer con
tinucd This is the original docu
ment, and is much faded. What shall
now read was apparently written on the
day of his death, and is very brief
Aug /, 1925.
By economy and industry | have nc
quired fortune of more than four mil
lion francs and | hereby give and be
queath the same to the object above
named. JACQUES GUYoT
Such is the pathetic story of Jacques
Guyot, the MiGer of MarSCilles