The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1900-09-25

bush with that young man, and. some
how, I liked him for it.
"'Who is the singer@ he asked at
once.
Little French girl says I, named
Mile. Justine
Justine what?
"'Lafifte.'
"Laftte.' he rereated. as though the
name seemed familiar to him somehow.
How old Is she?'
~'About IL says I. making a rough
guess.
The front door changed to just at
that minute, and light footstep was
heard.
81 peeped out.
There she is now says I, Mile. Jus
tine herself
Like a shot he was out of the shop.
but in few minutes returned.
Exquisite he said, his voice trem-
bling little. Her face is as exquisite
as her voice
well. TO make long story short
broke of the cobbler. shat young man
had fallen desperately in love with
ma'm'selle. but how TO make her ae-
quaintance was q problem that was
troubling him.
"'Ef you was only poor. now says
I, you might get a chance, but
THE young man did not wait for me
to finish.
I'll come tomorrow in my plainest
suit of Clothes said he. Thank you.
Mr.. Devine, for solving the riddle You
can send me up to do little repairing,
you know-a friend of yours, a steady
fellow, looking for job. and 50 forth
well. the plan worked, and bless
me, sir, if Edward PendIeton- rich and
well connected, didn't spend about half
his time looking at ma'm'seIle. and
talking to the old man.
And so the days passed on; NAM
selle in spite of her shabby dress and
skimpy fare, growing roster and pref
tier every day.
1T was the night before Christmas.
and mossOo left his bench and sat 81
lently down by Ned.
Presently mossoo-s thin white hand
moved toward the pocket of his worsted
jacket; ard then, as the lapel of pocket
few up. Ned caught CLEAN Of some
thing which brought him 70 his feet
with a cry.
What is it?' cried mossoo, scared
out OF his senses. My poor Ned. what
hast thou?'
"a diamoud.' shouted Ned, grasp
ing the old worsted jacket, and tearing
piece of it away. See, see, the jewel
has been hidden within the lining of
your jacket all this time
a. Twas re will of God said the old
Frenchman, little later. .Ahl some
times my heart was like TO burst. To
die thus-to leave my wife. nv little
Justine. Who would care for them?'
-, sir said the young man, Your
son
"a little warm hand at that moment
erept into his own
Hast heard, dost know?' said the
old man
- know she answered. soft like.
happy smile lighting up her face
well" prompted. as he sat silent
for awhile, there is something more
to tell"
well. Mossoo lit the lamp. and Ned
was about to ask him for his daughter.
when the old lady's voice was heard
from the corner.
"'And now SAYS she. wen give it
all up and go back TO France
1--WE win. ma ME- said mossoo.
kneeling by her bedside. We viii no
longer strive for re eempossihle. Ze
Documents
'Documents9' said Ned
~ think I have told you before said
moSsoo. of re Marquis de LATTE. who
was martyred upon ze scaffold with
Louis WI said Ned. who had
heard it so times. Yes. sir. 1 think
You have
"'But that which I have not told
you.' went on mossoo. is that one of
his remaining family fed to America,
and became the proprietor of large
estate. He died unmarried. The prop
erty is in alien hands. thought had
hoped
LATTE said Ned-'Lafitte, Sin
gular that it never occurred to me be
fore" And then he told the family how
aud why he had deceived EN-. confess
ing himself TO be Edward Pendleton. the
junior partner of the great law firm OF
Pepdleton & Pendletou, who for some
time had been looking for the heirs 10
the LATTE estate, but up TO the pres
ent had found no clew.
"And soon after that I lost my lodg-
ers; but bless You, sir. they don't for
get me. Mr.. Pendleton. he always win
think that but for me he would never
have got acquainted with ma'm'selle."
Carriers Monthly, Chicago.