The Stark County Democrat. [volume] (Canton, Ohio) 1833-1912, 1893-03-30

, m6UC pJOi IUJy -uHCF tcTItDIy ljut do not
get excited. fcrociOus jurymcB, who have
ali ~ ysu. heart Ike the MOOr's of Ven
ice md give hrck, " you lease yOur r.a
teeni 10 the IuIr fellow. ,or ho wag pryud
and did no; answer his culpable wiip'scpis
tie
lie heard no further news Of Clnmuntinc
till on Christmas day
Now, for many years he had had the
touching custom Of g"Ibg On that day with
his wife 90 curry uU humble houuuct-n few
hail frozen viDlyts, with u little rosebud in
| their midst--tD their frstbOrn's. thGrIittlc
Felix's tomb, who had died when he was
out at nursing, nd for whom, wishing to
| have his grave near 10 them, they bad
| bought a right 81 burial for five years mt
| MOntpgrugssa. the concession Of which had
been already removed
For the first time Tony RobCc had 20
make this pilgrimage alone with bis little
boy Adrien. aud as he passed through the
| gate TO the cemetery under funuual win
| ter's Bky-and now, cruel Othcilos Of the
| jury, you will again dcspisr this veal;
| hearted husband when tell you that he
| suffered more than ever as lac remembered
| his absent WIFE, the fugitive
"Where is she nowP' thought he What
has become Of herr"
But on reaching Felix's tomb, which he
| had had some trouble in finding, ho stopped
surprised.
There was laid on bis tombstone two or
| three playthings, such Gs the poorest people
| buy-a wooden trumpet, pOlichincllc and
| a wooden dog-whch had Just been pIgcrl
| there, for they were quite new and had cyi.
IDENTIFY been bought that very day at some
| cheap street stall
"Oh, playthings," Adricn exclaimed az
be saw the poor offerings
| But his father, having perceived piece
Of paper pinned to one Of the toys, stopped
and picked il up and read there these words,
| written in a handwriting he well knew,
! For Adrien, from his little brother Felix,
| who Is now in heaven with the Christ
child"
Suddenly Tony felt his son press mp
| against him and heard him murmur In
| frightened voice, "Mammaw and Tony
saw few steps of kuCclng under clumD
| Of cypress trees a woman clad in a bcugafs
dress and shawl, and, oLl 50 pale and with
such sunken eyes, who stretched her cluspcd
and supplicating hands toward him.
Between ourselves, sungunary gentle.
men Of the jury, do not believe that Tony
Robcc thought then Of lin who taught us
both by word and by example to forgive
ofenscs," for this workman was really
religious But his plcbrian heart was ig.
nOrant Of self love aud rancOr. He trem
bled less from anger at the memory of the
outrage he had suffered than from pity at
seeing the woman he had 50 tenderly loved
In such miserable state, and he pushed
his little son gently toward her.
| "Adrien," he said, 20 and kiss your
mother"
She seized her child in & passionate en-
brace, cOyered his face with kisses as she
| Bobbed with happiness, then turning be
seeching look toward her husband:
How good you areP' she murmured.
| But he was already near 10 her and said
half choking, almost harshly:
"Do not speak-and-talc my arm"
1t Is lot fa~ from the cemetery to the Rue
Delambre, and they walked there quickly
Tony felt Clemantine's arm trembling on
his. The child trotted along beside them,
thinking already only Of his toys.
The concierge of the house Tony inhab.
ited stood at the door.
Madame" he said, this is my wife who
has been for six months in the country with
her mother, who was very i'll, and who has
come home again"
And as they went up stairs he was Obliged
to support, almost to carry, the wretched
| "NAI'iAi, "Ao Atu "ui"I Lh|o sOOS anu was
nearly fainting from emotion and from Joy.
When he reached his humble room, Tony
made his wife sit down in the only arm
chair he possessed and placed her son in
her arms again. Then he went to his bureau.
opened drawer, from which he took out a
small paper box in which he had kept
Clemantine's wedding ring and went and
replaced it on her finger, and then, for the
first time, without word Of anger or re
proach about the past, with the great gener,
osity Of simple hearts, he kissed her silent
ly, reyerently on the forehead, so that he
might be sure he had forgiven her
Francois CoPpee in Philadelphia Press.