Morris tribune. [volume] (Morris, Minn.) 1880-2000, 1882-04-06

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trembling, but it did not In the least shake
Jeanne resolution
few days previous to this occurrence
Raymond had sent from Rennes a picture
representing himself in his character of ar
tilleryman. This photograph was indeed a
work ofart The stripes OF his pantaloons
and the facings of his coat were painted
red and his big white gloved hands were
crossed on his sword. Pale with anger, she
handed it to her father, saving:
And it ia this booty you would have me
marry. Very well; will answer Yen in
your own words: never, never, never!" And
she tore the card into pieces, thus venting
her rage.
She was threatened with an attack of i'll
ness, and Simon yielded. That Is the way
with these fathers.
One evening NJ. pelinot entered the inn
in person. The notary spoke iii a low tone,
blinking his eyes behind his blue goggles
but as he was taking his departure. behinl
the half open door, the strained ears caught
these words:
STANDBY Will leave him my office-do yon
understand"
M. Pielinot's do You understand" was
| more effective than the most eloquent APP
peal. Pere Simon understood, and SO di6
Jeanne, who Immediately recovered heI
health and good spirits. When Raymond
| returned home, his term having expired. all
was in readiness for the wedding. the day
fixed, the music engaged. A scere was an
| ticipated-some violent demonstration on
| the part of the Tilted lover. His associates
anticipated no little pleasure i'll being wit
ness to SO interesting combat AS the enc
| in view. But, TO the establishment of all
who knew him, Raymond received the news
| with the utmost sang fr0id. He lost color
momentarily. drank III single swallow
| large glass of brandy. then. changing the
subject of conversation, spoke of the hay
about to be harvested, and of the apple
crop, which was unusually late. On the
following day he went back to work. and
accomplished more than any four men.
Pere La Thiele, delighted to find him SO
calm, pointed him out to me as he bent over
| his scythe, and said:
1T takes the army to subdue mans
| passions" He had feared evil
Every year on the fifteenth of August, to
lnaugurate the hunting season, o party of
hunters, duly equipped, scour our prairies.
| passing upon the counts enclosure, which
on this particular day is never open to the
chase, passing near the mill I encountered
Jules. fully equipped, both gun and cos
tune brand new, for he was as yet but
novice in the sport.
| You are early, NJ. Delaporte," said I.
Am the first?'
ut is to be hoped so, as it is not yet
daybreak. With the three exceptions
of You, myself, and that great bull You'd. =,
who is regardingus so intently while chew
ing the cud, all the world is asleep, God be
brais ed that is to say, all the Saint Georg
| ss world"
$50 much the better" So saying,
Delaporte walked off with long strides, and
soon disappeared in the light fog that
| Hoated over the meadows. 1 then called
to mind the fact that on the previous day
| had pointed out to him covey of snipe
On the upper marsh lands. Doubtless he
thought 10 effect master stroke and sur
prise them before day.
Near Pere La Thiele's thought detect
ed something like shadow gliding along
through the trees and taking the same d.
rection as that taken by Jules. Another
hunter" thought to myself; "but no
no one but Jules Delaporte is such a sim
pleton as to beat the prairie before it is
sufficiently light enough to see distinctly,
at the risk of startling the game while yet
unable to take aim with any degree of
decision"
The new day had but just shown itself
above the horizon when the first shot re-
sounded in the distance. my friend
Jules" thought l, is frightening the
ducks"
Soon all was astir on the marsh. The
snipe, screaming with alright, set at def
ance the unskilled huntsman by flying over
his head far beyond his reach, whilst the
rail and curlew ran under the very noses of
the dogs. secreting themselves in the rush.
es. On all sides the shots resounded, like
a volley of musketry, until at sunset men
and dogs, alike too weary to take another
step, filed homeward, wet, dirty, and tired.
Tt was nightfall when. returning home.
met Pere Slmon's stable-boy. He looked
frightened and anxious. Monsieur Della.
porte had not returned. Mademoiselle
Jeanne, after several hours of anxious sus-
pense, had set off, as though distracted in
search of her lover. The whole night was
spent in exploring the prairies with the aid
ing we heard a call for help. 1t was but a
flock of curlew that, flying over our heads,
pierced the black and still expanse of heav-
en- with their mournful cry. It was not I'M
til daylight that Jules was found, there, sir :,
right there, opposite where you are now
sitting, gin the bottom of the creek, with his
head buried in the mud, his arms extended,
his hands already shriveled. At first it was
supposed that he had been drowned; but
after eztricating him with no little difficult
ty, and removing the mask of mud from
his face, it was discovered to be terribly
disfgured, literally peppered with little
black holes, from which had oozed streams
Of blood. His gun was found in the rushes
within distance OF some thirty feet, with
both barrels discharged.
Upon examination, the physician decided
that the wounds had not been mortal, but
the unfortunate man, blinded by the dis
charge, after having turned several times
In his bewilderment-for the tracks of his
footsteps were clearly discernible in the
mud-had finally sunk in the quagmire,
where he had died from suffocation, and
the incoming tide had covered him over.
Jeanne regarded the corpse with that
fixed vacant stare which you saw in her
eyes just now. Then with a piercing
s'sfag t shs asfss n e Is he who killed bim,
The tone in which these words were ut
tered was heart-rending. The next instans
she fell upon the ground insensible
From that day the poor girl has been
crazy. But the fever has pitied her in hel
misery, and will soon send her to join in
the cemetery him whom she still seeks
among the rushes.
AND the author OF the crime?" l said.
1T was not crime" Noel replied,
struggling his shoulders; "a simple acct
dent of the chase, that was all-such, at
least, was the verdict Of the coroner's jury.
Raymond, who was Immediately accused,
brought witnesses to prove that at the time
of the accident he was in town, whittier he
had carried load of hay. It was after
wards recalledto mind that two young men,
strangers to the rest, had precipitately
withdrawn, after scarcely an hours hunt
ing. They were seen later, looking some
what anxious and troubled. Some advanced
the opinion that it was not improbable
that, owing to the high rushes and the
heavy fog Of the morning, the involuntary
author OF the crime had gone his way.
happily unconscious of the occurrence"
And you? What is your opinion, Mast
er Noel" said I.
ut is my opinion, monsieur, that the
sun is sinking; therefore high time that
we return home"
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