The Democratic press. [volume] (Ravenna, O. [Ohio]) 1868-1901, 1894-11-21

murdered French dreadfully He an
swered to the name of Manoel Alvarez
and lived at Monterideo, where he was
in the cattle business.
Like gallant hidalgo he offered to
aid Henriette in her search, if she need
ed HMM short, he was at the service
of mademoiselle.
The following morning early Hen
riette, with an interpreter, went to Boil
ivar street to the address of the advo-
cate Guastella.
No Guastella was at the number men,
toned, not even an abogado in the
building. Nor was he in any of the
neighboring buildings.
At No. 125 was business agent
named Carlos Figueras. They sought
him, but ell Senor Figueras knew no
advocate Guastella. He was sure, even,
that there was nobody of that name in
the whole city.
There is a commission merchant
Guastella, SO San MARITIME street. You
might 60 and see him."
Quickly they departed for this Guas-
tella. He assured them he knew noths
ing of what they asked him; had never
been written to by M. Thiebault at
Havre, of whose existence he was igno-
rant.
In what anxiety, in what horrible
dilemma poor Henriette found herself!
For two days, escorted by her inter-
prefer, she secured the whole town,
visited all the abogados, lawyers, nota-
ries, courtiers, business agents. But
no Anibal Guastella, no Bardonnel
property-nothing.
M Mannal fO
troduce her to the French consul.
81 regret exceedingly, mademoiselle, "
replied this functionary to Henriette,
"to dispel such an agreeable illusion,
but if there had been here an unclaimed
French property should have been the
first TO know it, and there is none. You
have been made the victim of hoax"
Henriette, when she returned to the
hotel, followed the consufs advice by
exploring her memory to find some one
who had personal interest in expatri-
ating her and in getting rid of her.
And she found someone without great
difficulty. 1t was Leonce's father, the
old scamp of papa Lecarpentier. Not
doubt of it.
On her account Leonce had let slip
several good matches, a Mile. Coutois
! of Lisieux among others. Now they
were scheming to make him marry
Mile. Hennequin, daughter of mer-
chant of the Rue St. Sever.
"For how many sous did he buy the
completely of that Havre lawyer? But
wait, just wait, old wretch! There are
judges in France. They give damages
there. He laughs best who laughs
last"
And boiling with Indignation and
rage Henriette went back to the consul
ate, and though without funds asked tc
be sent back home.
They promised a favorable reply tc
her request, but she must wait a fort
night. No boat would leave for France
before the end of that time.
One evening as she was walking Oh
the arm of M. Manoel Alvarez, anG
telling him of her notifications, thai
wealthy and seductive Spanish gentle
man murmured tenderly:
"Enriquetta, mignon, suppose, instead
of returning to Europe, you should stay
here with me-"
Five years later, one morning in May
Nine. Manoel Alvarez, nee Bardonnel
stepped from train at the Rouen sta
ton and directed her way toward the
Rue des Charettes.
She did not wish to 60 through France
when she was travelling with her hus
band without seeing again her native
city.
Nine. Dufresnes kept Henriette tt
dinner and brought out for her the very
best.
"Oh, deary, 1 always told you tina
you were born lucky. Don't you re
member it?"
"And the Lecarpentiers and my little
Leonce? What has become of them?'
"What has become of them? Oh, my
dear Henriette, the good God has giver
them their punishment.
"The linen business ran out. 1t il
two years ago since the firm of Lecar
pentier & Son failed and gave up bust
ness.
Leonce married Mile. Felicite Henne
Il know. And didn't the marriag,
turn out well?"
"You can't really say that it did. M
failure came. They are probably liv
my WASGCuCulN SOHlCWACIC, Ill L all
perhaps. AS for papa Lecarpentier
his troubles have affected him so tina
he is in his second childhood. He i!
begging. When you go you have only
to turn up the street till you get ir
front of the theater and there you'll see
him"
Arrived at the end of the street, Hen
riette saw seated on little stool an ole
babbler who handled feebly wheezy
old accordion.
Don't you remember me, papa LIE
carpentier?"
The poor wretch interrupted the tear
full strains of his instrument and fixeC
on the young woman a stony, tixeC
stare.
"You played me a villainous trick, il
your day, with your story of the prop
erty in America. But that's all owe,
now. Come, old scamp, here's some
thing for YOU"
And she let fall into the beggars caI
all the gold she had in her purse
French Of Albert Cina.