The Dallas weekly herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1885, 1883-05-31

Emile Peckerel was born at Saint Michel
near Montherz. His parents sent him tc
Paris to study law, but before he had passed
his last examination he lost suddenly both
father ard mother. When young man
thus comes into possession of 500 900 he
does not see the necessity OF living at Saint
Michel. On the other hand he imagine!
that his 100000 will last forever, ano
pitches law books into the fire.
Peckerel began to lead gay life. Such
lite could not last long. NJ. Peckerel soor
found himself at the end OF his resources
He was courageous enough TO try and re
duce his expenses. He sold his phic on
he sold his horses, and at last sold his iur
niture and went into lodgings.
There one fine evening he began to think
at is a pity" he ref cited, that nature
has been decidedly unkind in not giving
me either uncle or aunt from whom
might entertain expectations. Where car
ore get money? cannot gain any myself. ]
might, perhaps, earn $40 week as an at
torney's clerk. What is the use of THAR
have known the pleasures of this world.
had better 60 and see IL there are any
pleasures on the other side of Jordan
Poison gives one pain in the stomach, the
pistol spoils ones looks. ] have one re
source left. have never learned to swim
and there is the river"
Peckerel SMILED like an aul hor who has
discovered new incident.
"Now, then" he added, II must make
nv preparations. A good Christian takes
the sacrament-a good Partisan must take
his last kris"
fastidious. He went on the bridge Saint
Peres aud waited ill thorC should come the
nymph he had pictured in his mind should
no the recIDient of his last kiss
She was to be somebody he did not know.
She must be young, pretty and OF style
that pleased. A score Of girls had passed
him. Some had brown hair, some dark
chestnut, some light chestnut. None OF
these would suit, for he had set his heart
on a blonde.
of mis- dreams His death knell had struck
At No. ITO Rue du BAG was a pretty little
hotel, in which lived RIGA American. lie
had come TO Paris with his only daughter,
Helen. A little garden with great trees, n
lawn on which the sparrows hoped about,
a conservatory that was little winter gar
den. Such was the home OF the fair
Helen.
Miss Helen, aged IS, accompanied by her
qoyerness Miss Peabody. Was out Tor a
walK this fine day. Miss Peabody had al
lowed herself TO be born in Salem without
A murmur. By her side walked Miss Helen,
with her pretty little nose in the air, like a
lark going to take wing,
Peekerel felt all the blood rush 10 his
heart. and his temples beat furiously.
Miss Helen came slowly on ia maiden med
itation fancy free. Peckerel walked straight
up 10 her, seized her IN his arms ana
messed his lips 10 hers. Then. with spring
over the parapet, be plunged into the
stream.
Helen gave q cry ofterror; Miss Peabody
fell back against a lamp-pOst the crOwu
rushed up. Save him save him y was
A boat shot out from the quay. There
he isl HE is dead = NO, he has
tainted Z" 1 tell you he is dead ]" Such
we're the confused cries that we're heard By
Helen as Miss Peabody led her away home
ward.
Her father was Informed Of the occurren0
and was blue with wrath. Miss Heien
asknd III the RI ian Eas alive or dead. The
father said be was alive
Then, papa" she said, Il want 10 kill
my own dear child" murmursd the
stern papa
What did you mean. sir," he began
ssby insnifing nv dsnghtefl'
Il wanted 10 die"
TIE Yankee produced q bible, "Uncl'
Toms Cauin" and -'Innocents Abroad
He made Pecks-sl swear on the bible thu
h. would b. fsrthful 20 his wife. He svOr,
on u ncie T0u's CABIN" never 10 uegiec
bis home for hts cluo. He sE0re on Mari
| rEsil 20 Hv0id all tbs p0mps ana vanitis
OF the world
/ Peekerel suo-s freely. He immsdistell
married the fair Heien.
So says Aufeiisn scholl.-l F-sund'
Daily.