St. Paul daily globe., 1888-08-05
LOVED POOR CuRArE.
Separated From Her Lover, a
High-BOrn French Maiden Be.
cOnlaG n MN

Hlgh-BOrn French Maiden Be-
comes Nun.
ga true woman's constancy and love
is worth diamond mine," said we'll
known board of trade man to a Chicago
Mail representative.
"Now, l am not so confident or blindly
implicit as some men are concerning
matters of which have no proof posi-
tive," he resumed meditatively.
''There's little if anything of the
romantic about me. I'm business. I
don't let those school-boy eccentricities
turn my head. Yes, Pm an old bach
elor. Amt married, nor do l expect to
be. Why am crusty old bachelor,
and propose to remain one until the
end OF the chapter is nobody's business
but my own. l amt stuck on myself to
the exclusion of everybody else, how
ever. l like to stand off, study and en-
joy this love and real romance busi-
ness in the abstract, of course.
Il started out upon the same old topic,
as old as Eden: 'The Woman in the
Case Pll keep it up until we get to
Eaglewood. l live there. The sublim-
lty OF female affection has never been
so grandly illustrated to me as it has
within the past week.
mot three blocks from the heart of Ea-
gleWood lives one of the most charming
little families it has ever been my good
fortune to know. Strange to say, the
dlmlnutive household is presided over
by married nun. The other members
ARE an eX-Episcopalian clergyman and
little twO-year-old darling that the veri-
est child-hater would dote upon. They
are unobtrusive. Rarely going into So
ciety, although accounted with the ut
most reSpectability, they seem to live
within themselves. The husband is
bookkeeper in brokers' establishment
on or near La Salle-s 1t is unnec-
cesSary for you newspaper men to know
everything. But l will tell you that
just as soon as business hours are
ended he catches the first train. His
little black-haired, sloe-eyed wife has
been waiting for him, and the neighbOrS
do say that he has never lifted the gate
latch until he has paid the toll to the
pretty little lips uplifted to his.
''But the story. This is about how [
heard 1t: The young man--he is but
tWenty-nine now-iS the son of an Epis-
copal rector of note and influence in
Yorkshire, England, and he for a time
was curate of the parish. Adjoining
the glebe landed proprietor named
Molineux, a family of French descent
and extreme responsibility, resided.
They were strongly Roman Catholic in
their religious beliefs, however. and this
erected an icy wall between the neigh
borS. Although there was no other
cause, the bitterest animosity existed.
"One day, the young man tells me,
while out attending to some parochial
work, he encountered for the first time
in yOlzel'S cabin Miss Marie Molineux,
where she was on some charitable er-
rand. She was but eighteen then, and
he was forcibly affected by her demure
manners and many charms Of face and
form. The acquaintance then formed
grew gradually until the impetus of the
passion of both knew little bounds. The
parents of neither knew of the numer-
Gus clandeStine meetings and tryStS
held by them until one day they deter
! mined upon deciding the matter. The
young man went to Capt. Molineux and
told him he would resign his curacy if
he would give him the hand of his
daughter.
"The-fury of the old gentleman knew
no bounds. He pronounced him Prot
estant puppy, and actually drove him
from the premises. But it did not
dampen the ardor of the lovers. They
met again and again in the shade of the
laurelS, and at dead of night from her
nllluoN OllC lCllCN DlOllllSCS
of cOnstancy. These meetings were, of
course, in time discovered by the wary
old Frenchman. and one morning from
the neighbOring station the locomotive
puffed away with Marie. Whittier, the
young curate did not know. Neither by
inquiry or any possible means could he
ascertain. If the earth had opened and
engulfed her, her whereabouts could
not have been wiped out so completely.
''The disappointment SOured his nat
ure. He shook off the surplice and
white choker, and obtaining little
patrimony few years after, came to
America, the home of disconsolate
spirits and the Mecca of the money
changers. He was OF the former class.
Obtaining situation as boOkkeeper
in new York wholesale house, he per-
formed the work assigned him with
great proficiency. The life was hum
drum and poky for him, and he applied
for and was given territory 'On the
road He was only drummer. A
portion of Canada was given him as a
field.
'One day while in Quebec, while
crossing thOrOughfare crowded with
carriages he was run down by heavy
omnibus. An ankle was fractured. In
sensible, he was picked up and con-
veyed in an ambulance to hospital
| near by. For weeks he lay there
among strangers. The bones had been
imperfectly set and the surgeons de-
cided, after weeks. that it would be adj
visable to again divide 1.-The already
poorly knitted pOrtions-break the leg
afresh-and begin the work over again.
Much as he, on religious grounds, dis
liked the Sisters of Charity, they were
the only solace to him in his sufferings.
fTha1y xyicitaH tho hncnifa1 with
delicacieS and kind and encouraging
words daily. He grew to like the white
hoods and SOmber drapery. The click
of the rosary suspended at the girdle
seemed to make music in the air.
zone day he lay on his little couch
drowsily dreaming of his old home in
Yorkshire. The little Marie and all the
old things came trooping through his
brain in sorrOwful procession.
Presently soft, cooling hand
fell upon his forehead. 1t stroked
it tenderiy, and lazily he turned his
head to see the owner. Before he could
startled him into thorough wakefulneSs,
and figure in black dropped upon her
knees by his bedside, burying her face
in the counterpane. What to make of
it all he could not imagine. Presently
pair of tear-dimmed dark eyes looked
up at him. The face was slightly-just
ightly-changed. An expression of
holy resignation had taken possession
of it. The browS were arched as if from
custom in looking up to the All-Good.
The Yorkshire roses on her cheeks had
faded, but the bright carmine of the lips
remained. 1t was little Marie! Seem
ing to collect herself with wondrous for
titude, she quickly arose and hastily
turned to go. The patient clutched at
her garment as she whisked away and
suspended at her waist. The fastening