Daily Yellowstone journal., 1888-09-27
filled with the sweetest proinisesl 1t was

filled with the sweetest promises! 1t was
indeed too much, and the v~indictiveness,
Paul told himself, of a brute rather than
a man.
Blind fury took possession Of him
toward this ferocious adversary who al
lowed him TO take breath only to strike
him down the surer. This time il should
be a duel to the death between them, but
one and Paul prayed for it devoutly-
where consciousness of right would put
in the hand of the feeble a superior force
that would lead to victory.
The next morning bright and early,
still f~everish with anger burning in his
heart, but very resolute not to wait till
the peril came to seek him, so eager was
he to finish it, Paul sailed out alone,
certain of ~encountering him whom he
sought. Nor were his expectations dis
appointed, for at the end of the street on
which he lived he perceived Sir Arthur
coming, as usual, Uniform himself Of his
victims progress. Paul did not give him
time 10 speak.
IL know, monsieur" said he, 'that
you still await me; if ! submit to this
last exaction il is because | also have a
desire TO finish once for all with the
cruelty of your pursuit, but put a o n
dition upon this final encounter-that 1t
shall not take place until a month from
tolay-that is to say, the morning after
the day when | shall give my name and
property to a young girl whom love
with all my heart, who loves me in re
turn, and who will be my wife"
''You are going to be married, them
said Sir Arthur, with an accent of inter-
est and curiosity. sin that case ! will
wait; but, of course, under the circnm-
stances, and he gazed at Paul fiIedly,
''you will permit me TO assist at the nup-
tial benedictiony'
Certainly" replied Paul, but very
coldly; IL know of nothing to %preventit, v
and bidding each other a courteous good
morning the two men parted.
One month later precisely the permit
of the marie and the benediction Of the
priest united Paul and Jeanne, the latter
more beautiful than ever in her bridal
robes and the chaste bushes that red
dened her face. Paul also was very
happy, despite the fact that his happiness
was tinctured with secret sadness, and
accepted with a proud and joyous smile
the congratulations showered upon him
at the door of the s~acristy by the throng
Of guests. The last Of the file was Sir
Arthur jacobson, who said to him in an
undertone, as he slipped INTO his hand a
tiny casket Of chased gold and turned
away:
MY present 10 you, monsieur"
With the exception Of the family and
n few intimates every one had now re-
tired, and proiiting by a moment of soil.
tude Paul lifted the lid to find-a pelles
Of bread, yellowed and dried up, but still
the third one!
Paul comprehended at last-this pres
ant that Sir Arthur had given him wa
forgetfulness, condonement, life and hap
piness. II was no shameto his manhood
that a tear of joy sparkled upon lns
lashos.
That same day Sir Arthur jacobson
left the country TO return no more, and
three years later died in Holland, leaving
to Paula man," so the will read,
''brave enough TO face the consequences
of a momentary indiscretioD-a fortune
that amounted TO more than two million
dollars. Translated from the French of
Boucher by E. C. Waggoner for New
York Mercury.