The record-union., 1896-11-22

in with their brothers One. the daugh-
ter Of the Commandant at ST. Pierre,
Amaurie LIE Crozier, tall. elegant girl
with aristocrat written in every curve
of her exquisite figure. The Froissarts
were very hospitable to all. Still could
see this lovely girl would have a daugh-
ter's place II Charley had his heart cap
tured. Her pleasure in his company was
noticeable, but he was distrait and mis-
erable, and barely responded to her
pretty overtures to amuse and interest
him. Here was another heart estray,
and the why for" not determined.
Balls and socials and dinners made
our visit agreeable, and many pleasant
acquaintances We're formed on this is
land The French garrison of a hun
dred or more gave one a sense of Sc
curfty. The cables brought us news,
but the funny little weekly paper, La
Feuille Officielle." printed on sheet Of
extra large writing paper. was hardly
like the mammoth Sunday issues of the
American Republic. In my walks I ex-
pected to see Napoleon and Josephine,
SO far away did l seem from the world
and modern ways of living.
But my visit was drawing to a close.
/ left on the steamer late in August for
Europe via Newfoundland. And it was
long after I left before l heard again of
Marcel Narbonne and her sad little love
story. Then I heard of the end of the
Consuls term in office, followed by his
winter residence on the bleak island.
And a narrow escape from fearful
death incurred by him and his wife,
also some friends of theirs.
With the cold stinging days of win
ter came the chill sea mists that when
scattered showed an icy barrier almost
to the mainland Iceboats were much
used and the Froissarts, anxious to sail
on one. secured one of the tri-cornered
boats with mainsail and jib. Fine days
the steel runners would glide quickly
over the ice foes unheeding the wide
assures made by the tide beneath.
One day a southeasterly gale came
up and the ice had broken. One cake
parting with the boat on was quickly
drifting seaward. When Marcel saw
their peril she quickly pushed off a
small rowboat into the open water. deft-
ly cleared the ice cakes and had thrown
them rope. With their sail lowered
she had easily towed them to shore, or
rather near enough for others to assist
them.
When I heard of this I said, Now,
Charley will have his sweetheart and
their consent" but l truly reckoned
without my host" Money was offered
her which she refused, but the Sisters
of the convent had orders to educate
her. and all expenses were paid.
Then came the tidings. She was not
Narbonne the fisherman's daughter,
but waif from a wreck, and that her
relatives had found and claimed her.
Now, the Froissarts will recognize
her, thought l, glad in my heart that
the pretty, forlorn creature was safe
ard restored to her right of birth and
beauty Again was | wrong, Amaurle
LIE CroZier, the Commandant's daugh-
ter, had married a widoWer With a
grown up son, but she never forgaVe
Charley Froissart for sighting her love.
| And she had her revenge in the course
of time, as you will see.
1t was the hight of the social season
| in the garrison city of Halifax. FIVE
warships in port and officers in galore
and galoon ready and willing to enter
| tain and be entertained. The FrolSSdrtS
were in residence with three pretty
| daughters we'll married, but Charley
| was single. Madam Montfort, a dis
| tinguished French Canadian, was the
recipient of many social favors, as her
| beautiful niece, Marcel Montfort, was
the belle of the season.
/ Now, Charley" said NJ. Froissart.
there is young lady | would give a
good deal to see as my daughter-ln-
| law"
| Yes said Charley, unconscious that
| Marcel was his old sweetheart.
| Amaurie LIE Crozier- -Cartaret, also re-
] siding here heard of this speech and
| straightway introduced her handsome
stepson to the beauty, who promptly
| fell in love a second time. So when
| Charley met his old sweetheart 1T was
too late; their engagement was an
nounced. and Amaurie was revenged.
| Marcel's late marriage finishes the
| romance of the island so Frenchy, SO
fshy. Fate was kind at last. Time was
| kinder. 1t brought Marcel education
| culture, wealth, friends, love.
On the Atlantics bosom still rests the
Quaint little island of st. Pierre hushed
| to rest by the surges' song. Still on
Csalvary's hill stands the old, old cross
Again I seem to hear the young girls
heartbroken sobs over all she loved and
lost. for the French have an old ira
dition that woman's heartbroken cry
echoes through the ages never, never
stilled. We hear it's echoes in the sigh
ing of the pines, in the moaning of the
sea. in the wailing of the wind, in the
| doves sad note, in all lonely cries OF
nature"
SO I thought the echoes must surely
finger around Calvary's cross-crowned
| hill till heard of Marcel's happiness in
a new life-a new love, the happy end
| ing of a romance of the quaint old
| island Of st. Pierre.