The Hood River glacier. (Hood River, Or.) 1889-1933, 1903-12-24
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low moan escaped MS lips.
"Gustave, have seen my brotherw h
uttered.
"Your brother?' echoed NJ. Merry, ii
astonished excitement.
1T is true 1t is Henri who lies thert
my brother Henri. Let me 60 to him.
"My dear friend, be calm, | comman(
you," urged the physician, gently.
II am calm; but must go instantly. L
he should die--ah, save him, l entrea
you"
Weak and trembling as he was, hi
made them assist him to re-enter the 9th
er apartment. They advanced towards
the couch; there was a different sigh
there now From the height of delirium
Hugh Lamonte was suddenly sinking into
stupor. His eyes were almost closed
Only faint unintelligible murmurs broke
from his lips at times. He did not see
them approach. The cure and M. Merry
cast glances at each other. The marquis
comprehended them.
"You think he is dying, then" he ask.
ed "Ah, save him, Gustave We were
enemies once-he and l. Let him live,
that we may once more embrace one an
otherp
"Be calm, my dear friend" entreated
the physician again, "and listen to the
truth. No power ON earth can save him
now; he is sinking fast. But maintain
your energies; ne RAY revive before
death, with the possession Of his full rea-
son.
"Ah, Henri" murmured the marquis,
with indeseribable emotion-"my brotherl
that | should recognize you thus, after
all these years! See-see, Gustavep and
he lifted the matted hair from the tenn
pies of the unconscious man-"see where
| struck him once! l knew the mark.
Our father told me he would bear 1t to
the grave-that scar"
"How," said NJ. Merry, in low voice,
"can this be your brother?-this man,
who, for twelve years, has dwelt within
half league of you, and who has only
been known as a peasantW
"Ah, | recognize him but too wellg'
answered the marquis, sadly; sit Is he
| know him now through the disguise that
has served him so long. And did you
not hear his words? He said | stole
Guidette from him. Alas 1t Ia but too
true, though l was innocent of wrong.
Henri-my brother-speak to me! say
that we are friends once morep
Eagerly he leaned over the couch, with
his eyes fixed upon the sick mans face
but he was not recognized. There was
no intelligence in that dying glance.
Hugh--or Henri, rather, awakened
from the dull stupor. But it was only
the sudden and fitful flare of the expir-
ing fame of life. He lay, for an instant,
glancing about the apartment; then look
ing upwards, he encountered the regards
of the good cure, who stood by the couch
in silence.
Monsieur lie cure, l recognize you," he
said. II am dying-is 1t not soT'
"It is true" answered the good man,
mournfully. "But there Is yet time for
confession and repentance"
neutrality-suspicious. You know,
then, that have a confession to make
sins to repent Off"
at is a work which every dying man
has to do, my friend"
The marquis advanced towards the
couch.
Henri, my brother" he uttered, in sor-
fowful tones,
"Ha! you know me, then2 l have be-
trayed myself at last-the brother who
swore vengeance on the husband of
Guidette| He raised himself, with main
strength, upon his arm, and fercely re-
garded the marquis.
"Ah, Henri, forgive nie!' cried the
grief-stricken man.
"Neyer" shouted Henri madly. II
have been revenged on you; | have
brought sorrow and darkness to your
hearthstone, and | am satisfied! For the
sake Of your child-the angel who has
smiled upon wretched life, and touched
an evil heart with her innocenee-for her
sake will atone, at this last hour, for
the misery / have caused you. You shall
be happy once more; but | win not for
give you for the wrong done to me-nev-
er-no, neverP And raising his clenched
hand to heaven, he sealed the declaration
with a fearful oath. Then he sank
down, exhausted. A shudder ran through
every form within that chamber.
Henri" cried the marquis, throwing
on his knees beside the couch,
recall those words, / conjure you! Listen
to me. | knew not of the wrong l had
done you, till it was too late Guidette
deceived me; she never told me that you
loved her-that she was betrothed to you
} welded her, thinking her free. But
she was curse to me. All, Henri, If you
desired revenge, she was the fittest in
The dying mans eyes were fixed earn
estly on his brothers face.
Say it once more-once morew he
painted, eagerly; "tell me again that you
were innocent-that you knew not Of our |
oetrothal-that she deceived you, and was
false to me!'
1T is true. Listen, Henri; swear itI'
His face was pale; the tears streamed |
from his eyes; his clasped hands, uplift-
ed, trembled.
Then pardon me, Armande, for the
injustice have done YOU"
The marquis clasped that wasted hand
-enderly within his own. His tears fell
lpon it.
Henri, have nothing to forgive. We
laye both been unhappy" he uttered.
"Nay-you do not know the misery l
lave caused you. But l repent It shall
,e confessed" His voice grew weaker.
Where is ROse?" he asked.
. She is at the chateau. She has been
IL; but, thanks be to heaven, she is re-
'oyeringP answered the marquis, earn
astly.
1T Is well. Give her my blessing, If
'he will receive it from me, when she
inows all. l have been a wretch; but
ihe has been an angel in my miserable
lome. All, if the prayers Of one so good
md pure as she could be offered to heav-
N for my salvation, surely they would
'e heard! Ask her to forgive, and pray
or me, Armande.' He paused, painting
or breath, and unable for moment to
continue. There was a terrible and
nournful silence in the room. Suddenly
e regathered his wasting energies. Hear
me- Armande, my brother, while have
trength left TO make atonement. Be
leath the hearth at fha coffara ,o,, .,-;tl /