New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1890-12-31

been found, and it will soon be sold. !"
All, well, the sale can be made
without me-.
t"Impossible. There are legal
formalities which require your pres
ence. Besides there are family
souvenirs, of no value to anyone but
yourself, which you would not care
to have pass into the possession Of
strangers"
The baron allowed himself to be
persuaded, and three days afterward,
accompanied by Pierre, he arrived
at the estate of his ancestors.
1t was a beautiful summer evening
when he reached the home from
which he had been a voluntary exile.
He had not visited it since he had
left it after his mothers death, and
he expected to find everywhere traces
ofneglcct and disolation, to see the
garden walks choked with weeds, the
furniture covered with dust and
stained with mould, the ceilings hung
with cobwebs.
On the contrary, everything was
in order, as if the proprietor of the
manor had not been absent for a day.
The garden had been well looked aft
er, and within the chateau one would
have sought in vain for a sign of
carelessness or uncleanliness.
The Baron expressed his astonish-
ment to Pierre.
Probably" replied the latter, 1.-THE
chateau has been put in order SO that
it may sell BETTER
During the night he passed at the
manor, which on the morrow would
cease to be his, the young baron did
not close his eyes. He listened to the
songs of the birds of the night, to the
murmuring Of the wind among the
trees, to the creaking Of the weather
cock-to all the sounds which lulled
his infancy.
On rising he went for a walk
in the garden. He wanted to bid
adieu to all the places endeared to
him by memory. There he used to
sit, book in hand; here was a favorite
walk of his mother, whose sweet voice
he fancied that he still could hear; in
this arbor he had had long conversa-
tions with Jeanne, and it seemed as
though he could see her graceful figure
and smiling face prettily framed by
the foliage.
For aloog time he wAs lost in these
reveries, and the sun was high when
he took his way back to the house.
Suddenly he stopped, thinking that
he must be dreaming. Through the
open window of the chamber which
his mother used to occupy came the
sound of a piano, the air was one of
which, in other days, he had never
tired. A prey to violent emotion,
his heart palpitating, he seated him
self on e. bench and listened. In a
few moments the sound of the piano
ceased, but he remained in the same
place, plunged in sorrowful reflection.
Presently a lightsound attracted his
attention; he lifted his eyes and saw
ayoung girl, who looked at him with
a smile.
Jeanne! Jeanne! You here?" he
said, in troubled voice. 1T was
you heard playing?''
"Today Brantel passes into the
possession of strangers, she replied.
"We have both had the same
thought I, like you, have come to
bid adieu to this place, which has so
many memories for me-"
"You have had reason to despise
me, Jeanne, during these wears of
folly which I expiate to-day"
Il have blamed you, Paul, but l
have pitied you more"
II will accept ill-fortune without a
murnur if, when I am in A]giers,
your thoughts will sometimes turn
to the absent, if you will say to your
self that, although I have been to
blame, l have striven to redeem my
faults by corageously accepting my
Destiny"
do you not regret the loss of this
home to which so many ties bind
your
"When regrets are useless it is bet
ter to stife them"
"And you are able to do so?''
II shall endeavor to do so.''
"You are right When one bids
adieu to his native land it is better
for him to efface from his mind the
memory of the places he quits and
the friends he leaves behind him."
He did not reply at once. Theemo-
ton against which he struggled over
came him. Their eyes met; both were
confused. At last he said: