St. Landry clarion. (Opelousas, La.) 1890-1921, 1897-06-05

have dangerous adventures, Can you
not see the whole tragedy The poor
man, worn with toll. aged before his
time, and this frivolous 2o-year-old with
the pretty Greuze head? One evening,
coming home with his boy, whom he
had called for at the nursery on his
way, Tony Robec found letter on his
mantelpice, and when he opened il
CIementine's wedding ring fell out. In
the letter wicked girl bade him and
their boy farewell and begged them to
forgive her.
Oh, romantic jury, who thirst for
blood and who always acquit the in
iured husband who kills his wife and
her lover, you will find poor Tony very
ridiculous and even a little culpable,
for he had more sorrow than anger in
his heart. He wept bitterly, and when
Adrian said to him: Where is mann
ma? VIII she come back soon?' he em'1 :
braced the child tenderly and answered:
81 do not know Clementine fed early
in May Oh, how hateful is the odor
of lilacs- sometimes! When July CAN'T
Tony sold his sanall stock of furniture,
paid his debts and came to live in the
Rue Delambre, where he was unknown.
There he lived so quietly, SO discreetly,
that they took him for a widower.
Toward the end of September Tony re-
ceived a letter from his wife-four in
coherent and desperate pages, blotted
with tears. Her lover, medical stu
dent, had gone on vacation to his fam
lily in the provinces, and for five weeks
he had not written nor given any sign
of life. She was abandoned, deceived
pented and intplcred, begged for grace.
Poor Tony was heartbroken, but re-
assure yourselves, ferocious jurymen,
with the souls of the Moor of Venice,
and, if you please, give little of your
respect to the unfortunate man. lie
proudly refused an answer to his guilty
wife.
There had been no more news Oh
Clementine until Christmas. On that
day for several years heshad benin the
habit of going with is wife to lay q
modest bouquet-some frozen violets
and dropping rose between--on the
grave of their tiny Felix, their first
born, who had died away from them
but whom they had lain in Mount Par
nassus, to be near in death. For the
first time Tony must make this pill
grimage alone with Adrian, and as he
entered the cemetery gates under a
gloomy winter sky, he felt more sorrow
than ever before at the absence of his
faithless wife. where is she now p
be thought. "Wh hat has become of heI ?H
But when he reached the grave Of Felix,
which he found witls difficulty, he
started in surprise. There lay on the
small stone three or four playthings,
such as poor children possess-a horn
n punchinello, toy dog; they had just
been placed there, for they were new:
had evidently recently been purchased.
"Ah, the playthlngs,'' cried Adrian, as
be spied the offering. But the father,
seeing piece of paper pinned to them,
leaned over, took it, and read these
words in writing he remembered too
we'll: For Adrian, from his brother.
Felix, who is now with the infant
| Jesus"
Suddenly he felt his sons arms about
his neck and heard him cry in fright
cned voice Mamma and there, few
| feet away, kneeling. under group OF
cypress, he saw woman dressed in the
garb of poverty, o, SO pale, with stream,
ing eyes, who held out her arms toward
him in supplication.
Between ourselves, gentlemen of the
most sanguinary jury, I do not believe
Tony Robec thought just then of aim
who was born On that Christmas day
and who taught by precept and example
1 the forgiveness of injury. The pool
workingman had very little religion
But his plebian heart ignored both self
love and hate With a shudder, caused
less by the thought Of the old injury
than by pity at seeing the woman he
had once loved in such a miserable
4 plight, he pushed her little son SO gently
toward her. Adrian" said he, ''go ant
kiss your mother" She clasped her sor
in desperate embrace and kissed hi:
curly head in passion of tenderness
Then she rose and turned a beseechins
y
are,' she murmured. But he already
stood at her side, and replied, Will
ltparehed lips, almost harshly: ''Do 40
speak, and give me your ARM 1t wa:
not far from the cemetery to the Ru'
Delambre; they hurried home; Ton,
felt Cle1nentine's arm tremble in hi
own. The child walked beside them alb
sently admiring his play ythings.
a The concierge of the house wher,
Tony lived met them at the door
Madame" he said, this is my wife
who has been in the country for si,
months with her sick mother, and VIII,
now will live with me here" And the,
mounted the staircase while he almos
carried the poor woman, overcome witt
emotion and JOY. When they reaches
their bonaely chamber Tony seated hi
wifein the only chair the room afforded
| and put her son in her arms. then, open
sng asdrawer in the bureau, he took ou
little paper box, and taking from j
CIementine's wedding ring he put it q
her finger, and then without WORD 0
reproach, without bitter remark owe
: the past, silently, gravely, with h
J, large generosity Of u simple heart, h
!, kissed her foreh lead. and she knew sh
81 was forgiven Ghicago Tribune.
Animal IntelIigence.
I ST. THAT was queer story about a ma.
! lin Minnesota being freed by wolve
lwhile on hisway to be married, z sal
: +1,s8 cf,fta clerk #f5yarfier
II tsMost remarkable exhibition of an
J. naI intaIl;oance I know of" said th