Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1897-08-26

search of them; but, having no other,
was not Quixotic enough TO under
Il TX the adventure. Therefore, am
the more curious TO know how it hap
pened. so many months after we had
left Paris, that the name brought her
to the notice of her family"
well. sir, in this way. You remem-
Der that. though bearing an old French
AM g. the young lady was called La
Belle AmericaineT And upon account
or her marvellous beauty, her portrait
was solicited by all the principal pho
Geographic galleries in Paris"
Yes; l recOllect."
"And that 1t became a chief orna-
ment and attraction at eve.y photo
graphic house and show Window
Yes; L remember; and I recollect,
also, that | never would have con
sented to It's SO general exhibition IL l
a not thought to myself: 1T may be
one day seen by some friend of the De
Glacies. and the family name and the
FAMILY features, If she had any right to
either, lead them to make inquiries,
and find out all about her. Else. you
may depend upon it, / never would
nave allowed my darling's angel face
10 be exhibited to all the rabble of Par
is that might choose to stop and gaze
upon it-no. though ven queens and
Processes do set the example! And
now | suppose ii has turned out as l
~half-hoped, and some relative of AS
treas has seen and recognized the
name, and, perhaps, the face, if it
bears any resemblance to those of her
family"
Again you are correct In your sur
misses, sir, Madame In Maruuise De
Glacie, having returned to Paris after
a protracted residence i'm Italy, hap
pened to be promenading upon the
Observation-Disclosures, when her gaze
became rivetted to the photograph of a
beautiful girl in q show window. So
striking was the resemblance Of this
picture to Madame De Glacie that 1t
might have been taken for a portrait
or herself In her earlier youth, but for
the difference in the costume of TWEEN
~ years since and the fashionable
dress OF to-day. She hurried into the
shop. n her heart beat quickly as
she inquired the name of the beautiful
demoiselle whose photograph stood In
the center of the show window"
1T is the portrait of Mademoiselle
Astrea De Glacie. a celebrated beauty
that turned all the heads of Paris last
winter. Would Madame pcssess her
self of n 1t was a bijou for the
boudoir-that angel" urged the polite
shopman.
Madame could not reply at once.
Her breath was gone. She was suffo-
eating. The name uttered was that of
Madame's only childl a lovely little
daughter, sole heiress of her large es-
tates both in France and Italy, and
who had been stolen by gipsies some
thirteen years before. The shopman,
seeing Madame near fainting. gave her
4 chair and n glass of water. When
she had recovered her voice she in
CURED:
who. then, was this Mademoiselle
Astrea De GlacieT
"'She was the ward of an American
gentleman. l know no more, madame,
except that She was the furore Of Paris
last winter. If Madame is interested.
she might obtain further information
from the American minister replied
the salesman.
Madame thanked the young mGn,
purchased n dozen copies of the beau
tiful picture, sent the obliging shop
man out to call a hackney-coach, en-
tered it, and drove at once to the
American Legation. She was so for
tunate as to find Mr.. Armfield within.
or him she made inquiries. And he
promptly gave her all the information
he possessed-namely. that Mademoi-
selle De Glacie was the adopted child
of Captain William Fuljoy. OF Fuljoy's
Island. In the State of Maryland, u.
s. A.: but that he understood her to be
of French descent; and that certainly
Captain Fuljoy, while in Paris with
his ward. had made very diligent in
quiries after the family of De Glacle;
but that no n appeared t6 have given
him any accurate or satisfactory in
formation.
Madame then gave her reasons for
making these Notwithstanding II
minister of the little daughter stolen
from her by gipsies some thirteen
years beforehand of her firm belief
that this young lady was that daugh-
ter.
And you may judge. sir, that Mr..
Armfield listened with deep interest TO
this story of n mothers woes.
".And you never discovered a clew
to her fate until to-dayy he inquired.
Never, Monsieur. We, indeed.
traced the wretches from our chateau
in Normandy to the town of Calais
thence across the channel to Dover.
thence TO London; but in the wilder
ness of London we lost them. Adver-
tisements offering large rewards, We're
inserted in all the English and Cont
rental papers, and the detective po-
lice. both of Paris and London, were
heavily feed: but all In vain! no in
telligencc of the lost child reached up!
Three Of this fruitless search COM
pieted my despair. | left the chateau
In Normandy, the scene of ny happy
married ana maternal life: the scene.
also, of my sorrowful bereavement of
both husband and child for my hus-
band, Monsieur, had died but n few
weeks before my child Disappeared,
and l retired to my castle In Italy.
there to wear out. in the home OF my
girlhood my widowed and childless
existence. Yes. Monsieur, ut twenty
ive-fOr | was even a few weeks
younger than that-life had become a
weary burden! the world n barren
wastef Thirteen yearS have DaSSpd