News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1894-03-22
CHAPTER III.

awoke in the morning with start.
Some one was knocking wildly. leap
ed out of bed and rushed to the door.
1t was Pedro. The old man was trern-
bling violently, and his features were
pallid.
Don Ignace! Don Ignace!' he ex-
claimed.
I rushed past him, down the stairs
and to the don's room. 1t was tenant
less, nor had his couch been occupied.
I hastened to the library. Sitting In
! his armchair near his desk was Don lg-
mace. His head lay back against the
cushion of the chair. His eyes were
| wide open.
Don Ignace! Dor Ignace!"
He moved not. l raised his hand.
1t was warm, but fell helpless when
let it go. He was breathing heavily,
but could not speak. l poured glass
of brandy and with great difficulty got
a portion down his throat. was chat
ing his hands and trying to arouse him
when" Grandpa! grandpa" and my
dear wife was on her knees beside MIN.
Those hands that ever had for her a
caress did not move, though the eyes
rested lovingly upon her. She kissed
his pale lips, but he for time uttered
no sound, but glanced from Coreta TO
me. then back to her. Finally his
breast heaved, great drops of sweat
stood out on his brow and from between
his lips came the words, Boy, my boy
flew up the stairs and snatched little
Ignace from his slumbers, back again
and laid him across the old man S knees.
His eyes seemed to devour him.
"Grandpa, grandpa, - lisped my dar
ing boy.
Then came the words, half inart1cu
late: My children, it is paralysis. Go'
bless-reme-nber Claud: it's there.
And his ewes were directed to tn
desk. There was a written sheet dlrect
: ed to me. l raised it from tho desk
His eyes followed my hand.
Yes, leave Chanson. L have seen
vis-vision. Chanson will be swal-
swallowed up by the waters that SUI
round it.
He made one effort to raise his feebl
frame and sank deeper in the chair.
gasp, and Don Ignace had joined hi
ancestors. 1 bore my weeping wife an
little Ignace from the room.
j, "Coreta, darling, we must bear
under this great bereavemcNt.
1 "Oh, Claud! Claud! Now L ha'
N only you and our boy.
The written instrument lett by !.
don was as follows:
DEAR CLAUD--When you have laid my
mains in the vault, do not delay, but leave
island at once. If not, tremblc lor your ..
tv no not permit COreta to visit the vault.
want no priest. Read the simple burial serN.
over my remains, and you ana feulo' u
and Manuel can lay me in the vault. / Il
that nv time is short. Goodby. Goa d"
''"' IGNACE DE FLoREao
N Pedro was heartbroken, for he h
spent lifetime in the service Oh
don. The day after his death we pi
pared his body for its last resting Q1a'
IL NV wife, with little Ignace, had Ia
on a last look at the features OF
dead. I read the simple English bur
MT service over him in their presence
that of the servants, and that night
bore the body of Don Ignace down IL
the vault and laid him beside his tath
IS Horror was depicted on the teatu
of Manuel and Juan. Pedro was {
who would have been surprised at no
ing. After they had retired was no.
re- bearing the contents of the casket o
which Martell had so long held gui
mn to our room. I had to return ma
times. but at last had "mptled 1T.
the empty caslet l replaced the ske
ron. showed back the levers, closed
wall and left the vault forever.
Up the ladder, the last OF the Jew
about my person, the lantern in
ar hand, 1 showed back this last lev