Corvallis gazette. [volume] (Corvallis, Benton County, Or.) 1900-1909, 1904-01-05

cousin, ana the chll0 SO long m0ufneQ a.
lost by his uncle. What an astounding
revelation was this.
In the evening preceding the bridal
day the marquis called Rose to him in
the library, and after some remarks, care
less and Insignificant enough in them
selves, but accompanied by a manner
that betrayed the emotion agitating him.
he said, suddenly:
"Rose, my child. you have loved your
father?"
so, yes, monsieurv' she replied, earn
estly, and with tears standing in her
eyes.
"And you have also loved me, Rose?'
His voice trembled, despite his efforts to
control himself.
''Ah, my friend, my benefactor, what
have you been to me but second faith
er?'
He seated himself beside her.
''It is sweet, my child, to hear you say
this-ah, you do not know how sweet to
me! Rose, did not tell you once that
l lost, fourteen or fifteen years ago, a
child-a lovely, gentle infant, whose pic
ture you have seen in the saloon-a child
who was stolen from me?"
Eyes, monsieur"
"And l have told you that you were
what that child would be now if she were
living. 1t is why you have ever been so
dear to me. All, many a time. Rose,
have clasped you in my arms with an
emotion of tenderness which, even had
you felt, you could not have comprehend
ed! For my child-my Marguerite-my
pearl-resembled her mother-her sweet
mother, my wife, and you were the inn
Of hot oh NJ
listen, Rose. It is within these two last
months, Rose, that l have discovered
what became of my little Marguerite.
She was stolen from me by my own
brother, Henri. You start, Rose, and
turn pale. 1t was so; it was his revenge.
He would have taken Helen, the child Of
her whom he had loved so madly; but he
knew that I loved my youngest darling
the best-that 1 idolized the daughter of
my lost Marguerite; and he took the
youngest. He reared her as his own. He
brought her into this neighborhood, after
an absence of two years, during which
time she had grown and altered beyond
recognition, though, when l met her,
saw likeness to my wife. Yet I never
suspected. He dwelt, a solitary man,
with this little orphan child, whose moth
er-his wife-they said was dead. He
lived not more than half a league from
this very dwelling. There my child, un-
recognized, expanded into lovely wom-
anhood. She was"
He was interrupted in his hurried and
agitated recital by faint cry from Rose.
She sprang up with clasped hands and
quivering lips.
20, tell me-tell me who it was! she
cried. "Speak-it was"
"My child-my daughter" uttered tho
marquis. extending his arms to embrace
her; "behold her-for they called her
Rose Lamontev'
"Ah, my fatherv' And with the soft
utterance of that dear name. she tainted
upon his breast.
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AS matter Of course, Rose-no. Mar
guerite-and Louis were united. And
though Marguerite mourned still. with
child's affection, the loss of him whom
she had hitherto regarded as parent,
yet her heart turned. with natural love,
to her true father; and the regard which
she had ever felt for him, while her re-
lationship to him was yet unknown, ex-
panded and deepened now into that holi-
est and tenderest of sentiments-a daugh-
ters affection.
deieH MOnlduDdH, as soon as Qer nedlCn
became re-established. entered a convent,
to enter upon her novitiate: and when it
was expired, assumed the veil. that shut
her from world grown hateful to her.
The Illustration of her evil design upon
her sister was too much for her to bear;
and though, thanks to the mercy of NJ.
Merry, her guilt remained secret from
all save himself. yet she could not endure
to meet daily with those whose happiness
continually reminded her of the fate alike
of her love and her revenge. None knew
why she entered the convent, save NJ.
Merry. Persuasion had availed nothing,
and a nun. she became.
Francis Egerton returned to Paris,
where, in a year or two. he married hap
PLY. Jacques Leroux, shortly after the
death of his former leader, returned to
the neighborhood Of the Chateau Montau-
ban, and entered in the service of Louis
d 'Artois, whom he served faithfully and
who rewarded him we'll for his many ser
vices.
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