The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1882-04-06

ed through the doorway-for tho time being.
The blow of his hand had set tho glasses
trembling, but it did not IN the least shake
Jeanne's resolution.
A few DAYS previous to this occurrence
RAYMOND had sent from Renues u picture
representing himself in his character IT ar.
tillcryman. This photograph was indeed O
work Of art The stripes OF his pantaloons
and tho flcings Of his coat were painted
red, and his big white glovel hands were
crossed on his sword. Pale with anger, she
handed it to her father. saying:
And it is this BOBBY yon would have me
marry. Very we'll; I will answer you in
your own words: never, never, never!" And
she tore tho card into pieces, thus venting
her mge.
She was threatened with M attack Of H.
ness, and Simon yielded. That Is the way
with t.lthe fathers.
One evening NJ piclnst entered the inn
in person. The notary spoke in a low tone,
blinking his eyes behind his blue goggles;
but as he MAS taking his departure, benin |.
the half open door, the strained ears cangE,
these words:
"They must be married-do you puder:
standf will leave him my oihce-do You
understand"
49, 1 aonuOto NO you uuNcEsI1uU. WIS
more effective than the most eloquent ap'
peal. Pere Simon understood, and SD lid
Jeanne. who Immediately recovered hel
health and good spirits. When Raymond
returned home, his term having expired, all
was In readiness for the wedding, the day
liked, the music engaged. A scene was an
tlclpated-sOMe violent demonstration OH
tho part of the Tilted lover. His associates
anticipated nolittle pleasure in Dcins; wit
ness to SO interesting a combat as the ono
in view. But, to the establishment Of all
who knew him, RAymondreceivcdt the NEWS
with the utmost sang .ttoid. Ife lost color
momentarily. drank in q single swallow a
large glass Of brandy. n.en. changing the
subject Of conversation, spoke Of the hay
abont 10 Ie 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 me,'.
Pere In Thiele, delighted to find him so
calm, pointed him ont to me as he bent over
his scythe, and said:
1T takes the army to subtlre q man s
passions. He had feared evil.
Every year on the fifteenth of August. to
!nangurate the hunting season, party OF
hunters. duly equipped, scour our prairies.
40 "CAe ocAoAc Nu"N, ~ prevent Tres
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 rs vet but Il
novice in the sport.
"Yon are early. NJ. Delaporte," said I.
Am the tirst?"
ut is TO be hoped so, us it is not vet
,layhreak With the three exceptions
Of you. myself, and that great bull yondt T.,
who is regarlingus so intently while chew
ing the cud. all the world is asleep, God be
brais cd that is to say, all the Saint Georg-
IS world"
so much the better" So saying.
Delaporte walked Of with long strides, and
soon disappeared in the light tog that
foated over the meadows. [ 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 to effect master stroke and sur
prise them before day.
Near Pe1e La Thiele's I 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 70 myself; but no
no one but Jules Delaporte is such sim
pleton as to beat the prairie before it is
sufficiently light enough to see distinctly,
at tho risk Of startling the game while vel
unable to take aim with any degree Of
decision"
The new day had but just shown itself
above the horiZen when the first shot re-
sounded in the distance. NV friend
Jules" thought L, is frightening the
ducks"
Soon oil was astir on the marsh. Tho
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 resoundel, like
a volley OF musketry, until at sunset men
and dogs. alike too weary to take another
step, filed homeward, wet, dirty, and tired.
met fere ~ e9 oeked
frightened and anxious. Monsieur Della.
porte tad not returned. Mademoiselle
Jeanne, after several hours Of anxious sus-
pense, had set off, Us though distracted, in
search Of her lover. The whole night was
spent in exploring the prairies with the aid
OF lanterns. Occasionally We paused, think
ing We heard call for help. It was but a
flock OF curlew that, flying over onr heads,
pierced the black and still expanse of heav-
en- With their mournful cry. It WIS not un >
til dav light that Jules was found, there, sir j,
right there, opposite where You are now
sitting, 3in the bottom of the creek, with his
head buried in the mud. his arms extended,
his hands already shrivelea. At first it was
supposed that he had been drowned; bnt
after extricatine him with no little difficult
ty, and removing the mask Of mud from
his face, it was discovered to be terribly
disfgnred, literally peppered with little
black holes, from which had oozed streams
Of blood. His gun was found in the PUSHES
within distance OF some thirty feet, with
both barrels discharged.
Upon examination, the physician tleci,lsi
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
hxed vacant stare which you saw in her
eyes just now. Then with q piercing
''!f He t shs as1Sala'pSa; Is he who killed
The tone in which these words were ut
tered was heart-rending. The next instan,
she fell upon the ground insensible.
from that day the poor girl has been,
crazy. But the fever has pitied her in her
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?" 1 said.
1T was not crime" Noel replied.
struggling his shoulders; "a simple acct
dent of the chase. that was all-s,,ch. at
least, was the verdict of the coroner's iury.
Raymond, who was Immediately accused,
Drought witnesses to prove that at the time
OF the accident he was in town, whittier lie
had carried load of hay. It was after
wards recalledtO mind that two Young men
strangers to the rest, had prcciIta,elv
withdrawn, after scarcely tn hours hunt.
ing. They were seen later, looking so,ue-
what anxious and troubled. Some advanced
the opinion that it was not improbable
that, owing to the high PUSHES and the
heavy fog Of the morning, the involuntary
author OF the crime had gone hi. way.
happily unconscious Of the occurrence"
And you? VIVA. is your opinion, Mast
er NoelI' said ].
1T is my opinion, monsieur, that the
gun is sinking; therefore high time that
We return home"
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