Morning journal and courier., 1888-06-27
TRUE Love TR7UmPHED.
An English ourate and a French Nu

An English Ourate and a French Mum
United After Years of Separation.
IChicago Despatch to Pittsburg COMMERCIAL
A romantic story covering two continents
has just come to light as the sequel of the
settlement Of young couple in handsome
villa in the suburb of Englewood. The
young mamie is but twenty-nine now-is
the son Of an Episcopal rector of note and
influence in Yorkshire, England, and he for
q time was curate Of the parish. Adjoining
the glebe landed proprietor named Ncli-
neaux, whose family was of French descent,
resided. They were strongly Roman Catho-
lie in their religious belief, however, and this
erected an icy wall between the neighbors.
While attending to some saroehial work
the young curate met Miss Marie Molinsaux,
who was then only eighteen years of age and
was engaged in somewhat similar charita-
BILE errand at the very cottage he was visit
ing. 1t was a case of hopeless and infatu-
ated love at first sight, for the girl was
engaged in fully revealed her natural dispo-
sition.
The young man went to Capt. Molineaux
and told him be would resign his curacy If
he would give him the hand of his daughter
The fury of the old gentleman knew no
bounds; but, Notwithstanding his opposi-
tion, the lovers continued to meet, and 6nal-
ly, to end it, the Mo1ineaux family moved
away from the neighborhood, leaving no clue
to their destination. The young curate, af-
ter trying in vain to discover the wherea-
bouts of his lost idol, relinquished all further
pursuit in despair, and, with nearly broken
heart, he gave up the ministry, and with a
small fortune he inherited came to America
to embark in mercantile affairs, thinking in
his new occupation he would forget his con.
suming SORROW. One day, while travelling
on business, he Yves crossing a crowded thor
oughfare in Quebec and was run over, meet
ing with serious accident. He was taken
to one of the hospitals in the city which was
visited by the Sisters of Mercy. While yet
suffering in his bed in the surgical ward he
felt soft hand upon his forehead. Before he
could open his eyes q little stided scream start
led him into thorough wakefulness, and fig
ure in black dropped upon her knees by his
bedside, burying her face in the counterpane.
It was little Marie.
Seeming to collect herself with wondrous
fortitude the Sister of Mercy quickly arose
and hastily turned to go. The patient
clutched at her garment and caught the cross
attached to the beads suspended at her waist.
The fastening snapped and he retained it.
She ran out of the ward, causing not a little
comment among the other patients who knew
her and had been anxiously awaiting her
cheering and comforting words. Days
elapsed before she returned. She visited the
old cot, but it was empty. The patient had
been discharged, she was told by his invalid
neighbor. She hurried back to the Office,
and just entering a cab at the front steps
was her lover. Without word of explana-
ton to his cry Of joy and recognition she
took her place by his side. She has been
there ever since. Driving to hotel the
housekeeper was taken into their confidence.
The nun was furnished clothes from the
honHekeepers wardrobe. for which she was
paid handsomely. The ex-curate and Marie
were welded the same day and came directly
to Chicago. Marie's parents had sent her
to a convent in France, and from there she
was transferred with other French nuns to
Quebec