Connecticut western news., 1892-10-20
CANAAN, CONN, THURSDAY, OCTOBER 20. 1892.
to him with delight.

to him with delight.
 "He has the instincts as we'll as the bearing of born gentleman" she whis- pered to her brother. "Who would think that his ancestors had always sold cinnamon and nutmegsi"
 Uncle Dorival, who read cyclopedias and was thought very learned, retorted quickly:
 "And why should he not have as fine sentiments as a nobleman? Away with your absurd notions, sisteri All men are equalp'
 The clock struck 9, and Saint Andre suddenly felt pang of remorse for the part he was playing, as he recollected that he had to arrange for his friends burial and would be expected at the hotel. He therefore rose from the table, and announcing that he had important business to attend to, prepared to leave. His host protested in vain, Sylvia looked up in blank amazement and every one entreated him to remain.
 "I do not understand" began the old man, following his visitor to the front door. The young man interrupted him, saying solemnly:
 Il WILL 6Apldlu. AL II O CHUCK bllls morning died, after short and sud den attack of collie, and l gave the hotel proprietor my word of honor that my body should be removed this afternoon. You see, therefore, that if were to ab- sent myself any longer it would be very awkward" With these words he dis appeared, leaving the old father over. whelmed with amaZement
 When the rest of. the family heard what had been said they decided that the youth was joking.
 "He has humor," said Uncle Dorival. 'I shall congratulate him the next time see him. He will be here in time for supper"
 But supper time came and passed, and there was no sign of the son-in-law. The family became anxious and alarmed, and toward o'clock they sent mes senger to the hotel to inquire for the passenger who had arrived there by coach that morning. The proprietor sent back word that the gentleman named had died at II o'clock of colic, for burial in the afternoon. This news was received with unbounded astonish- ment, and little Sylvia burst into tears as she declared that she would wear mourning as if she were a widow.
 ''It was his ghost that came here, ? said the girls mother in a tone of awe, but Uncle Dorival shrugged his shoul- ders.
 "Do ghosts eat and drink as he didY' he asked. ''That fellow was merely some young scapegrace who wanted to play trick on us and get good meal at the same time." Nevertheless the ghost story went the round of the serv- ants hall, and the footmen boasted of having seen spirit in broad daylight. The tale spread until it became sub ject of wonder in boudoirs and drawing rooms, and the fair young widow who had never been married wore a black gown and veil and shed passionate tears for the affianced husband whom she had seen but once.
 Two weeks later she was wandering about the garden one evening, listening sadly to the songs of the nightingales. The stars were shining brilliantly, but the sight of their beauty only served to increase ner sorrow.
 "Alasl' she sighed, eff he were but here to stroll with me along these path waysr'
 AS she spoke a cracking of boughs near her made her start with ter TOT, and in another instant a man broke through the Towering shrubs and knelt at her feet. The stars were shin. ing to some purpose then, for by their light she recognized the face for which she had been longing, and in voice which betokened mingled joy and dread she cried:
 "Then you are not deadp "No indeed, sweetheart" he answered softly; ''I am alive, and I hope to live and love you for many 8 long day yet. When the two young people entered the drawing room the family were play ing backgammon. A look of amaze ment greeted the appearance of Saint Andre, and every one being dumfound ed the young baron had no difficulty il telling his story, which he concluded by asking for Sylvia's hand.
 The marriage took place as soon as the proper period of mourning had elapsed and Aunt Dolarice was triumphant.
 "Did not tell you he had the bearing | of nobleman?" she cried. "All's we'll that ends well. and 8 baror is as good as grocer" said Uncle Dori val.-Translated from the French by Isabel Smithson for Romance.