Idaho semi-weekly world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1875-1908, 1892-11-25

hhu ma drought her back TO the Ntate OF
nature. She read the paper twice, touched
Il, scanned it with burning eyes to assure
herself that II was the same. and then with
q cry Of joy threw 1t In the fire. She
watched it burn with inexpressible happi-
ness, and then turning toward me, her
hands outstretchcd and all her grace re.
turned, she cried:
"Oh. thank you from the depths Of my
SOUL Her voice still shook with emo
ton. And SO he gave il back. =
He sold it, said.
She recoiled "Sold its How--he dared ~
Yes, and did not hesitate.D
What did you give him1"
Fifty Thousand francs.
She grew extremely pale. The day was
almost gone, and in the dusk her eyes gilt
tered like stars Mechanically held out
my hand. She took it. Her own was
burning. She drew a profound sigh and
fell fainting into my arms
She went away as she had come, and
remained, 5000 francs less at my bankers,
but with the recollection OF her gratitude
In my heart had taken up the ordinary
current OF my life again when, ten days
later, on opening my Figaro at breakfast.
my eyes fell upon the following reporto-
rial echo of the affair:
NJ. B0ETEMPs' SPLENDID GIFT
Yesterday d. Bontemps the well known di
rector Of the niagasins Of the Paradis des Danes
handed TO the Society for the Relief Of the De.
serving Poor the sum Of 80 ,000 francs to be dis
tributed among the poor Of the twenty arron
dissements Of Paris. This remarkable and sue
cessful man Of business, In making so generous q
use Of his immense fortune proves that he has
not forgotten his own early years. devoted to the
most laborious toll
was stupefied. Then sudden flash Of
inspiration made daylight within my thick
head. But it was with my money that
the rascal was being 80 generous! But up
to the present moment was the generous
philanthropist, for ! had not been reim
bursed, and probably never should be. But
what a hideous speculation this cession Of
the paper signed by the lovely Italian for
my $1,000 francs had been! But it was pure
cheatinRi Thus exciting myself with one
but" after another, ! finally worked my
self into such a state Of deadly anger that
could no longer contain myself, and
jumping to my desk wrote to Bontemps as
follows:
Sniff you had given the SC. 900 francs in chart
ty anonymously should have had nothing bur
compliments for you But in taking credit to
yourself for charity which has cost you nothing
You have done contemplate thing Unless to-
day you do not send me a receipt for a second
50, 900 francs, given by you this time to the poor
Of Paris you shall find the whole story OF our lit
| tie transaction In to morrow paper
| BARON DE TREsoEIEs
| Bontemps replied with these words
| SlR--r you tell the story shall be forced &c
| name the lady RoxTEMPs
To this | responded by definite dis
patch
| SlR-n you name the lady shall 60 tomorrow
afternoon yssir Office. pull you of it by ths
ears and box them for you betor. al your clerks
| BARON DE TnEsoaiER
| He believed me, and that evening hat
my receipt.
| The week after the countess adventure
she left for Italy. At the end of month
| received her fathers check for $500,
| francs, accompanied by vague expression.
of thanks, which showed that he was igno
rant under what circumstances my ser
vices had been rendered to her. though
no more of my young Italian friends unit
one day received letter bordered will
black, in which the afflicted husband in
formed me that he had had the unhappi
ness to lose his wife under the most tragi
circumstances. After their departure from
| Paris she had fallen into melancholy, tn
u more lutApllCdDlc as IL Hua DCCh SuC W IL
had desired to return to Italy. To tn
most affectionate inquiries she remaine'
deaf, and though from time to time sh
seemed to make an effort to throw off he
somber apathy, and would be for a day o
SO charming and graceful as before. sh
soon fell back into her former state.
At last, during an excursion to Capr
after a breakfast during which she ha
rallied from her torpor, promenad
brought them to the cliffs She began t
walk toward the rocks SO fast that the
could scarcely follow her. They called he
back, but in vain. Her silhouette stoo
out against the blue sky as if she had bee
a spirit, and she seemes ready TO fly away
Ali at once her light dress disappeared
They rushed forward, but when the
reached the spot where she had been las
seen the cliffs were deserted and the Sc
murmured in silence, beating against til
reefs That evening the waves brougf
her to the beach She seemed to be aslee
and smiled with calm face, as in the day
when she had been happy.
The letter fell from my hands. sa'
again the young woman with her beaut
full, duplicating eyes and her tremblin
lips; my heart ached for her, and tear {
pity and regret stole down my check
Adapted for Philadelphia Times from tt
French of George Ohnet
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