Rock Island daily Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1886-1893, 1891-01-15

/ over ana over In my manu. uutAi VIZ
growing impatient to spend his s;us;
snatched it suddenly and ran of. Hooked
| after him as he went down the street. my !,
| saw him turn in at the widows gate !
was trembling all over like leaf. and iaa
| to lean against wall to keep FROM falhps'
| In few minutes whispered:
"She has opened the letter by this ume
and she has read it, Now, she has loie
her mother-that is the endp' and rusnea
| away to the woods and wandered anous
like one crazed, saying to myself over anh
| over again those fearful words. Merry
| Jacques! marry Jacquesr'
| On the day fixed for the betrothal was
| at sea, but toward evening the cruel y ,na
| persisted in driving me to Ninervpie :
| shore. and was obliged to tack back ana
| forth, where I could plainly see the taIi-
| terms lighted for the festivity, ! pave
| heard of the fortunes suffered by itne
i Christians long ago, of the rack ana .ne
| wheel and fire, but am convinced ina.
| no martyrs agony was ever equal 10 whae
| endured that night.
Suddenly | resolved TO see Marie 7hce
more, and, landing quietly, crept aons
| in the darkness to the meadow where ene
people were bled at the betrotba.
crouched unnoticed among some bushes,
and saw her, my beloved. She was leading
the singing, and as leaned forward IL my
eagerness TO look at her more closely
sailor, who sat near me, began TO iiglI ms
pipe, aud the flame leaped up before lcPuia
draw back The light fell full on my face
Marie saw me, gave a piercing cry.land
fell swooning to the ground. rush8 70
ward her, aud at the same instant JAG les
the betrothed, was at her side.
In few minutes Marie's eyes Oh ncu
again, and was surprised to see Jaf ues
glance from her face TO mine with al.
of friendly pity What "A good heaf3 nad
Jacques!
He called for wine, and began driIflng
deeply wine, cider and eognac-quanii.ie Ties
of cognac. He shouted and sang, quar-
relied with the men and frightened tne
girls, and toward morning took Marie
home and made such terrible scent pc
fore her mother that he was summ4fiiy
turned out of doors.
"Holy Virgin" gasped Jeanne whef ne
had staggered off, what an abominanie
fellowl Thank heaven we have found him
out in time; but who would have thofgnt
he was a drunkardS He shall never bf my
son-in-iaw-never, never!
Jacques understood Marie and mel ana
we understood him-good, kind Jacq1s
Since that time there has been mott Jung
said about Marie getting married, ana
though She and seldom meet we ID not
try TO avoid each other. Every Sundfy
give her the holy water at the door Of tine
church, and we sit IN the same bendn as
we used to do in the days OF our ydisn
CeSarine and herchildren sit between +,
is true, but that does not matter, "a NE
"a IN yanp M var
and while am praying for Marie oul OF
Ter book she prays for me out of nine
When l go TO sea her white kerchief il the
last thing see on land, and whenever the
night is clear look at the light shining
from her window; she is my lighthouse,
my star
Pierre Aubert stopped speaking and sat
plunged in thought, but gradually bis
head sank upon mis- folded arms, and ]
heard the sound of heavy sobbinz.
Suddenly, however. the breeze sprans up
and the fisherman rose to his feet, and ms
face was calm, though sad. as he called his
men to their work.
A few years later paid another vislt TO
' iiiervilie, to find the people dressz IN
their holiday clothes.
What is going ons" asked of the cure,
VIZ was thc iiiSt person iueU, lie su hSd
as he replied:
"Cesarine Aubert died six months ago.
But all this festivitys'' asked, wonder +
ingly.
II am going 20 marry Pierre and Marie
IN half an hour" said the pastor. Iileft 1
MIN and FASTENED TO Mother Jeanne,s cot 4
age, where | found Pierre dressed in tew
clothes, and looking so Young and so iadi- !
,htiy happy that | hardly knew him A
ioor opened and in walked fair Marie led
by Pierre's nephew, while the lads sister 4
anne behind, arranging the brides vel,
Pierre and MaTie's happiness had come
o them In the autumn of their lives: but
heir hearts were still young, and Nth
owe such as theirs it is always sprirht,--
translated for Short Stories from he
'rench of Charles Deslys by Isabel Smith
on.