Evening capital. (Annapolis, Md.) 1884-1910, 1891-12-21
KILLED By 4 KISS.

estate. My uncle Jerome, the eldest,
went TO Paris and married, and thither,
somewhat later, Francois, the second
brother, followed him, my father remain
I Ia Havre.
Henri Chantal was an eccentric man,
silent and studious, with a passion for
books in fine bindings. He made fire.
/ quent trips To Paris 10 attend auction sales,
but never permitted me to accompany
him. When was 1S wears old he died.
by his will appointing Uncle Francois the
/ guardian of my person and estate. Fran
co.'s was remarkably handsome man
and very fond of wine, woman. and song.
| Either through careless investments or
riotous Livingstone say both-he wasted
his own and my estate too and became n
pensioner upon his brother Jerome.
When / attained my majority, finding
| myself toiIing for miserable pittance in
a shipping house l resolved to turn my
pack on France and try my fortunes in
1 che new world. For more than 20 years
knocked about the United States and
Canada, often succeeding in amassing
quite little property; but my love of
speculation invariably swallowed it up,
| and after an absence OF more than 20
years / returned to France aud hunted up
my cousin CASTOR, Jerome's son, who
had kept his money and was living
/ quiet, married life in the suburbs Of
4 Paris. He received me very well, ad-
vanced me some money, and assured me
| that his house was always op'a to me.
But the member of Cousin Gaston's
| family who interested me mos was a
maiden lady well on toward so with
face of purest oval, skin like a young
girls, hair still luxuriant in growth and
but slightly flecked with gray.
"Who is she, Cousin CASTOR 2" asked
one day.
"Come up to the billiard ROOM, said
he. where we may be alone, and I'll
| tell you.
Nearly so years ago." CASTOR began
with long drawn sigh, "before you
were born, we lived at Rouy lie Tors, on
the Notifications. We had fine old
mansion and garden on the ramparts so
high in the air that we used to call it the
hanging garden, from the borders of
which we could look out for miles across
the plain. There was hidden flight of
stone stairs leading from the garden
down to the plain, used by the peasants
and hucksters as a short cut to the man
sion. One winters night-ahl well do 1
remember that night, q binding snow
storm had set in at dusk, but we didn't
let that check our gaiety, for it was
Twelfth Night, and father and Uncle
Francois were entertaining large party
at dinner. Suddenly from way out on
the plain, came the dull, deep baying of
dog, half howl, half bark. At first no
one noticed it, for the merry feast in the
dining room was at its height, but as
again and again it reached our ears, the
howling each time taking more piteous
tone, some one called out:
"Why, that sounds like Stentorf this
being the name of large and extremely
intelligent ST. Bernard dog, which father
had bought during a trip through Switz-
erland.
"'It's very stranger said my father
thoughtfully; then turning to servant
he added: See if Stentor be in the
house
"Word was soon returned that the ami
NAL was nowhere to be found and, as if
| to remove all doubt that the barking and
bowling could possibly proceed from any
other throat than lis, Stentor now sent
forth such deep and far reaching rum
BILE, broken by howls almost human in
their pleading, that as if by acclamation
the cry went up:
"'Tis StentorI 'Tis our faithful STEM
tori
"Uncle Francois sprang to his feet
you remember what Hercules he used
/ to be and how unknown to his vocabu-
/ larry the word fear was-and calling for
his cane and great coat made ready to
sally forth into the storm, which every
moment increased in fury. Baptiste
accompanied him with a lantern.
Descending from the staircase the two
men upon reaching the door opening at
the bottom of the ramparts halted for a
moment for Stentor to send forth an
other of his deep booming calls for assist
ance, then facing the swirling clouds of
snow and sleet they began to traverse
the plain. After half an hours search
they came upon Stentor. He was
nearly buried in drift, but shook himself
free and burst forth into manifestations
Of the widest delight as he caught sight
of the relief party. The animal was llar-
I messed to a wagon of mine which father
had given me on my last birthday. the
wheels Of which had stuck fast in the
drift as the faithful dog was crossing the
/ plain with his load. Without pausing
to ascertain what was concealed beneath
/ the blankets which were firmly lashed
over the body of the little wagon, I'm
lie Francois and Baptiste, in answer to
Stentor's loud whining, lent the good
dog helping hand and the party soon
reached the door at the foot of the stone
stairway. Here, setting Stentor free,
Uncle Francois lifted the little vehicle
IN his arms and bore it triumphantly
amid bursts Of laughter aud applause aud
the mad gambols of Stentor into our
crowded dining room.
Judge of our surprise, nay Of our Won
| der and bewildeFment, upon drawing q
beautiful wicker basket from beneath the
blanket aud carefully removing the soft
silk and woolen wraps which swathed up
Is contents. to come upon the tiny, rosy
body of female infant about 6 months
oldl Tied to its tiny wrist by a dainty
pink ribbon was an envelope confAiming
securities representing $4,000 francs.
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