The Cincinnati daily star. [volume] ([Cincinnati, Ohio]) 1875-1880, 1875-11-09

Il am sick, thenp she exclaimed in as
tOnishment; then recollectlng herself
she cried all at once, 'Ahl remember
1 tried'--and she gave a low shriel
that seemed to go through and thro ugf
me. Doubtless 1t is you, Monsieur, who
have saved mel Oil if you but knew
how fatal is the service you have done
mel what future Of misery your devo-
ton to q stranger has. re-opened for her /
1 heard this, while kept rubbing my
nose, which stin smarted awfully, SC
that did not miss word, and can tell
you everything just as 1t happened. My
master eonsoled her as well as he could,
but to everything he said, she answered
only, III you but knew, MonsieurP AT
length it seemed as il M. Eugene got
tired of always hearing the same thing,
for STOPPING down be SAID in her ear, u
know an.' 'YouP she exclaimed, Yes,
you loved, were betrayed and aban-
doned.' Betrayed, yes,' she replied,
sbasely betrayed, cruelty abandonedP
well, then,' said M. Eugene to her, scon-
fide your griefs to me: ! ask it not from
curiosity, but from desire to serve you;
consider me a stranger oh! no, no y
she cried, 'one who could risk his life as
you have done, can not but be of noble
nature. You, l am sure, have never
abandoned an unfortunate young W0-
man, leaving her to life Of anguish, or
speedy death. Yes, yes, will tell you
alI.' Said / to myself, so far SO good;
it begins well, IL must be interesting, we
will lsten.'
F." tBut trstj she added, sallow me to
write to my tather-my father for whom
left letter of farewell informing him
of my resolution. lie thinks have ac-
complished it. You will permit him to
come here Monsieur, will you not? Oh!
God grant only that in his grief he has
not been hurried to do something des-
perate! Allow me to write to him to
come here at once; feel that it is only
in his arms / can weep; and tears will
be to me such q reliet!"
"'Write, write by all means,' said my
master, pushing the pen ana ink to her.
emn reunion OF daughter and
father who had thought them
selves forever separated! Write, beg
Of you: dol not delay an In stant! Your
father! what must be his suferingsp
"Meanwhile she had scribbIed a note
in her pretty little fy's-feet writing.
address of the house where she was;
4
:" Rue du Bac, No. 51P she repeated
and, halo! down dropped the inkstand
out Of her hands upon the Sheets. In a
second or two she added with melan-
choly air, Perhaps it is a providence
that have come into this house, PROV
idence or not,' said I, 'it will cost good
package Of sci G0Seille to take out that
stain.r ''' '''''' f'' '''"''
"My master seemed dumb with sur
prise. You are astonished, Monsieur
said she, sbut you will soon know all,
and you will understand why the ad.
dress just given me by your servant SO
much affected me- With this she hand
ed him the letter to her father.
=" take this letter, ,Cantillon.' ]
glanced at the direction; 1t was Rueades
Fosses de Saint Victor. Ills long
stretch there said l. No NATTER said
my master, take cabriolet and be back
in half an hour
"In two moments was in the street;
a cab was passing, l jumped in. "A hun
dred sous, peighbor 70 take me to Rue
des Fosses de Saint Victor and back /
wish l could have now and then such
rides as that, tell you.
"We stopped before d little house; ]
knocked and knocked. The porLress
opened the door with a grumble. IN.
Dumont, old GrumY ! asked. .Ahl
mon Dieup cried the old woman, .haye
you any news of his daughterY sCapi-
tal' SAID /. Fifth floor, top OF the
stairs.' Up went, four steps at a time
came to half open door, 1 looked in,
and there was an old soldier all alone
and crying like a child, in silence kiss.
ing "a letter, and loading his pistols
Thinks J., this must be the father, or ]
am greatly mistaken.
'I pushed into. the room. L come from
Mademoiselle Marie.'
"He turnedroupd like lightning, grew
as pale as death, and said, My daugh.
teri Yes, MademOiselIe Marie, your
tain under the General
"He nodded. Chem said L, shere is a
letter from Mademoiselle Marie.' lie
took it. 1t is the truth, l tell you Mon.
sieur, his hair stood upon his head, and
more drops ran off his forehead than
from his eyes.
+" sShe is alivep he exclaimed, and il
is your master who has saved her? Being
me to her this instant! this Instant buI
hold, my friend, holdp
SHE rummaged in the drawer of q little
seeretdire, and taking out three or tour
tive-franc pieces, he thrust them into my
hand. Not 10 hurt mis- feelings, L took
them; but looked round the room, and
said to myself, you are not much of d
nabob, captainv With one pirouetle,
slipped the twenty francs behind bus
of the General, and said /, 'Thaak You,
captainV
CAT last, we are in the cab. captain,
said | TO him, iii you have no objection
TO tell, ,,what were You going to do witt
| those pistols you were loadingp Ht
knitted his brows and said, one was fo
the wretch whom God can pardon; will
not.'
"'Um!' safd /; 'the father of the child.
"'rhe other was for myself
E" 'Tis much better that things have
fallen out differently"
'"Tis not allsettled yet, said he.
"But tell me, how was it your master,
noble young fellow! saved my poor Ma
fieW
II told him all Just as have told YOU
He sobbed like a child. ''fwas enough
| to split the heart OF stone TO see tta
old soldier cry. The driver said, sMon
sieur, tits all foolishness, that; / can mol
see to drive. Only that the horse has
more sense than all three of u.s.. we
would bring up at the Morgue.'
".The MOrgue! cried the Captain
with u shudder. 'The Morgue! when
had no hope of finding her again unies
therel when / thought to see Marie, thi
child of my heart, laid out upon tina
black, damp marblel Ohl my friend
your masters namei his namei that
may bless 1t and preserve it in my hear
l IA, n oil 10, ~