The Northern Pacific farmer. [volume] (Wadena, Minn.) 1878-1885, 1881-06-02

The small hands crossed for their churchyard
And tho lilies dead on her sweet dead breast.
The girl loved
God love her!
LOVES TALISMAN.
I'm sorry, miss, but you've come to the
wrong place, entirely. The Dover you
wanted to go to is in another state you should
have taken another road."
The clerk at the station glanced with q
feeling of sympathy and admiration at the
graceful figure before him: a girl of nine
teen, a brunette of the loveliost type, whose
jet black hair was arranged with such ex-
quisite taste that it made the broad, high
forehead, expressly brown eyes and grace
full, full throat appear to the best advantage.
Her dress and whole manner denoted that
she was foreigner, while it needed only
glance at the unconscious yet artistic grace
of her simple mourning attire to indicat
her French nationality.
Fer moment the young traveller stood
in silent perp]exity, then, raising her face
with half wistful expression, asked:
what can do? How can get to the
place was trying to reaoh?"
"You can scarcely do better, Miss, than
return to Jersey City" said the clerk; "and
if you wish to 60 back Immediately a train
that will take you will be hero in half an
hour; a night train, it is true, but pleasant
and safe. Step in here and sit down." he
said, opening the door Of the waiting room;
''and I'll call you when the train comes"
Having entered the apartment the young
stranger dropped YEARLY into . chair. For
moment or two she sat motion1ess; then
drawing small golden locket from her
bosom, attached to a chain around her
neck, she held it in her hand, gazing upon
it with mournful tenderness, as if to dissi-
pate by the MEMORIES it evoked the feeling
of lonliness and desolation that oppressed
her.
stood beside the death-b bed of her last sur
the locket in her hand, saying:
Julie, my darling child, this is all have
to leave you, take it with my dying bless
ing; for you have been a good and devoted
daughter. It was talisman of love to me,
and I could wish that it might prove such
to you. Farewell, my child, and may the
Lord bless you and bring you among
friends;" and with these parting words, the
weary head had settled more heavily back
upon the pillow, while the sigh that fut-
tered over the pale lips had told that the
spirit was departing.
Jnlie was alone in the world, save for
distant relative, an aunt of her mother, liv-
ing in America. She was not known to be
in other than very moderate circumstances,
but Celeste De Silver had hoped that she
might receive and care for the child for her
sake, and she had written a brief note to
her, just before her death, leaving it in
jules care, to be delivered when she
reached that far off place.
Aweek later, with all her worldly goods
in small hand satchel, the precious locket
suspended its golden chain about her
neck, and but few dollars in her slender
pocketbook beyond what would suffice to
pay for steerage passage to tho new world,
Julia De Silver took last fearful farewell
of the land OF her birth and early years. and
embarked on the vessel that was to bring
her to America.
Arriving at the end of short passage,
and with but little knowledge of the Ian
guage she now heard around her on oil
sides, she asked at the office to which she
had been directed for ticket to Dover:
dover, De]aware?" the ticket agent had
inquired, in quick, brusque tone, but be-
w1ldered ana almost deafencd by the noises
about her, julia had only heard the first
word, and having answered yes" had
found herself the next moment hurried
along TO seat in the cars.
It was evening and quite dark, when
hearing the conductor call out "Dover!"
Julie supposed her destination was reached.
But on stepping from the cars and asking
the clerk at the station to direct her to her
aunt's house, at the same time showing him
the envelope on the letter containing the adj
dress, she learned to her dismay that she
had come to the wrong place.
Weary with the fatigue and excitement of
her journey and with her heart full of
pensive thought and recollection, Julie sat
in the little waiting room, turning the lock-
ct over and over in her hand, until her tears
began to drop slowly down upon it. With
the depressed feeling her mistake had oc-
casioned, the future looked more than ev.
er dark and uncertain to her. She had no
certainty of finding her aunt alive, or in
deed of finding her at all, for it was several
years since she had been heard from, and
if she did not, what would become of hcr,
alone. homeless, friendless, almost PENN.
less, stranger in strange land?
ooh, mother! mother!" she murmured,
as in a paroxysm of grief AMI distress she
pressed the little locket to her lips. This
WILL 6OOu 10 I'LL 4ldFo IL tu6 WOIAu. Ou,
that your prayer might be answered, and
to me! If fail to find my aunt after all, I
shall wish T had died in my own dear
France, rather than breath my last sigh in
a strange land!"
AS Julia sat there absorbed in her sad
thoughts, the door opened. and tall,
handsome man, about forty-f1ve years of
age, entered the waiting room, Julie did
not look up, nor in fact notice his entrance,
for she had at that moment opened tho
locket and was gazing upon the finely exc
cuted miniature it contained The new
conner, however, seemed struck by the ST.
lent eloquence of the lovely young face,
and after watching her for moment from
where he stood, passed quietly forward
and took seat little distance from her,
where he could obtain full view Of her
profile.
AS he was about seating himself, how.
ever, his eyes, still fastened upon her,
caught an imperfect glimpse Of the nina
ture likeness. For moment he seemed
strangely affected, then bent for closer
look, and finally conquering his irresolu-
ton, stepped up to her side, and, remov-
ing his travelling cap, said in grave, cour-
teous tone:
"Pardonnez moi, mademoisella, mails
vous etes Franchise je crois?"
At the sound of her dear familiar tongue,
the beautiful girl raised her head with in
voluntary eagerness, whi1e"a deep flush
dyed her pale check.
"Oui, nlonsieur!" she replied as she bent
an earnest look into his face.
"Nill you permit me to examine that
locket for moment?" continued TIE
gentleman, still speaking in: the same
language.
With an instructive confidence, which
she had no time to analyze, Julia detached
the locket from the chain and placed it in
bis hand. On one side was engraved the
national feur-de-lis, and on the other an
inscription, Josephine to Celeste Dupont,
1912. Gage d'amour."
May I ask you where you got this?"
said the gentleman, as, after examining
the outside of the trinket attentively, he
opened it, and gazed earnestly at the pic
tured face within.
ut was my mothers dying gift, replied