The copper country evening news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 18??-1907, 1898-03-07
She stonned MALE and timid

He told me all, 80 Dantin slowl
said Il am Jacques Dantin He ha
spoken to you of me, think
Yes " the young woman answered
: Dantin involuntarily shivered He
n voice had the same timbre as Rovere's
$ In the silence of the cemetery. nea
t the tomb. before that name, Louis Pierr,
e Revere. which seemed almost like the
I presence of his dead friend, Dantin fell
the temptation to reveal to this CIR
what her father had wished her to know
They knew each other without evel
having met. One word was enough, one
name was sufficient, in order that the
secret which united them should bring
them nearer each other What Dantin
was TO Revere, Revere had told Marthe
again and again.
Then a, if from the depths of the
tomb, R-vere had ordered him TO speak.
Jacques Dantin, in the solemn silence of
that city of the dead, confided TO the
young girl what her father had tried to
tell him. He spoke rapidly. The words,
"A legacy-in trust-a fortune" fell
from his lips, but the young girl quickly
interrupted him with grand gesture.
Il do not wish TO know what any one
has told you of me. l am the daughter
of man who awaits me at Blois, who
is old, who loves only me, who needs
only me, and / need nothing"
There was in her tone an accent of
command, of resolution, which Dantin
recognized as one of Rovere's most re-
markable characteristics.
Had Dantin known nothing this
sound in the voice, this ardent look on
the pale face, would have given him
hint or suspicion and have obliged
him to think of Revere. Revere lived
again in this woman in black whom
jacques Dantin saw for the first time.
Them" asked this friend of the dead
man, as if awaiting an order.
Then" said the young girl in her
deep voice, "when you meet me near
this tomb do not speak to me of any
thing. If you should meet me outside
this cemetery, do not recognize me.
The secret which was confided to you by
the one who sleeps there is the secret of
and of living person whom 1 rever-
ence, my father"
She accented the words with sort of
tender, passionate piety, and Jacques
Dantin saw that her eyes were filled
with tears.
Jacques still wished to speak of that
last confidence of the dying man, but
she said again:
"Adieul"
With her hand, gloved in black, she
made the sign of the cross, smiling sad.
ly as she looked at the tomb where the |
lay then, lowering her |
veil, she went away, and Dantin, stand |
ing near the gray tomb, saw her disap- !
pear at the end of an alley.
The martyr, expiating near the old |
crippled man fault of which she was |
innocent, went back to him who was
without suspicion, to him who adored |
her and to whom she was in their poor |
apartment i'll Blois his saint and his |
daughter.
She would watch, she would lose her |
youth, near that old soldier whose ro- |
bust constitution would endure many,
many long years. She would pay her |
dead mothers debit she would pay it
by devoting every hour of her life to
this man whose name she bore-an H.
lustrious name, name belonging to
the victories, to the struggles, to the
history of yesterday. She would be the
hostage, the expiatory victim.
With all her life would she redeem
the fault of that other.
"And who knows, my poor Revere"
said jacques Dantin, "thy daughter,
proud of her sacrifice, is perhaps hap.
pier in doing thisr'
In his turn he left the tomb. He went
out Of the cemetery. He wished to walk
70 his lodging in the Rue Richelieu. He
had only taken few steps along the
boulevard, where it seemed but yester-
lay he had followed, talking with
Bernardet, behind Rovere's funeral car.
Rage, when he nearly ran into little
nan who was hurrying along the pave
nent. The police officer saluted him,
With shaking Of the head which had
n 1t regret, little confusion, some ex-
uses.
All, NJ. Dantin, what grudge you
must have against mer'
Not at all" said Dantin. "You
hought that you were doing your duty,
md 1T did not displease me to have you
ny SO quickly to avenge my poor Ro-
yere -
Avenge him Yes, he will be aveng-
ID would not give sous for Charles
trades head tomorrow, when he is
ried. We shall see each other in court.
Al revoir. M. Dantin, and all my ex-
,usesp'
An revoir. M. Bernardet, and all
ny complimentsr'
The two men separated. Bernardet
was ON his way home to breakfast. He
was late. Nine Bernardet would be
and little red and breathless
ne hurried along. He stopped on hear.
ns newsboy announce the last num-
Der of Lutece.
Ask for the account of the trial TO.
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