Pawtucket tribune. (Pawtucket, R.I.) 1890-189?, 1894-07-14

In SNORT ne was AT the service oil maze
moiselle.
The following morning early Henri
ette, {aith an interpreter, won't TO Bolivar
street 10 the address Of the advocate Guas-
tella
No Guastella was at the number men.
toned, not evon an abogado In the build.
ing. Nor was he In any Of the neighbor-
ing buildings.
At No 1875 was business agent named
Carlos Ftgueras. They sought him, but
el Senior Figueras knew no advocate Guas-
tella. He was suro. even, that there was
nobody Of that name In the whole city.
There is a commission merchant Guas-
tella, 30 San Martino street. You might
40 and see him"
Quickly they departed for this Guastel-
Ia He assured them he knew nothing OF
what they asked him; had never been writ
ten TO by M. Thiebault &C Havre, Of whose
existence he was ignorant
In what anxiety, In what horrible di-
lemma, poor Henrietta found horselt
For two days, escorted by her interpret
er she scour 4 the whole town, visited all
the shoGados lawyers. notaries. oourtiers.
business agents. But no Anibal Guns
tella, no Bardonnel property-nothing.
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duce her 10 the French CONSUL.
II regret exceedingly mademoiselle, I"
replied this functionary 20 Henriette, Ito
dispel such an agreeable illusion, but II
there had been hero an unclaimed French
property I should have been the first %
know Il, and there Is none. You have
boen made the victim of q hoax"
Henrictte, when she returned 20 the no
tel, followed the consul's advice by eXplor
Ing her memory 20 find some one who had
personal interest In expatriaeing her and
In getting rid OF her.
And she found some one without great
difficulty. II was Leonce's father the old
scamp Of papa Lecarpentier Not doubt
81 II.
On her account Leonoe had let slip sew
eral good matches, Mile. Coutois Of Lis
ieux among others Now they were sohem-
ing TO make him marry Mile Hennequin,
daughter of merchant Of the Rue St
Sever.
For how many sous did he buy the
completely Of that Heyre lawyer But
wait, Just wait old wretchl There are
judges In France. They give damages
there. He laughs best who laughs Hast. :"
And boiling with Indignation and rage
Henriette went back to the consulate, and
though without funds asked 30 be sent
back homo
They promised a favorable reply TO her
request, but she must wait n fortnight
No boat would leave for France before the
end Of that time.
One evening as she was walking on the
arm of NJ. Manoel Alvarez and telling
him Of her notifications that wealthy
and seductive Spanish gentleman muir
INJURED tenderlyi
'Enriquotta, mignon, suppose instead
Of returning TO Europe, you should stay
here with me-"
Five years later one morning In May,
Nine. Manoel Alvarez, nee Bardonncl
stepped from a train at the Rouen station
and directed her way toward the Rue DIES
Charettos.
She did not wish to go through France
when she was travelling with her husband
without seeing again her native city.
Mime. Dufresnes kept Henriette to din.
ner and brought out for her the very best.
"Oh, deary, always told you that you
were born lucky. Don't you remember
itf"
"And tho Lecarpentiers and my little
Leoncot What has become Of themr'
"What has become Of themf oh, my
dear Henriettc tho good God has given
them their punishment.
"The linen business ran out. IL Is two
years ago since the firm of Lecarpenticr a.
Son failed and gave up business.
-Four months after you went away Lee
once married Mile Folicite Hennequin,
whose father kept "a large shop"
Il know. And didn't tao marriage
turn out wcllt'
and Nine. Leonce left Ioucn when the fail
ure came. They are probably living
wretchedly somewhere, In Paris perhaps.
As for papa Lecarpentier, h$ troubles have
affected him SO that he Is In his second
childhood. He ia begging When you go,
you have only to turn up the street till
you get In front OF the thoater, and thoro
you'll see him"
Arrived at the end Of the street, Henri.
cite saw seated on little stool an old bab
bier who handled feebly a wheezy old nc.
Gordon.
Don't you remember me, papa Lecar-
pentierf'
The poor wretch interrupted the fearful
strains Of his instrument and fixed on the
young woman a stony, fixed stare.
You played me villainous trick, in
your day, with your story Of the property
In America. But that's all over now.
Come old scamp, here's something for
you
And she let fall into the beggar's cap all
the gold she had in her purse.-From the
Eranch nf lhart Cim