The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1904-01-30

cousin, and the child so long mourned a
lost by his uncle. What an astounding
revelation was this.
In the evening preceding the brida
day the marquis called Rose to him il
the library, and after some remarks, care
less and insignificant enough in them
selves, but accompanied by a mannel
that betrayed the emotion agitating him
he said, suddenly:
Rose, my child, you have loved you
| fatherf'
| 80, yes, monsieurw she replied, earn
/ estly, and with tears standing in hel
\ eyes.
"And you have also loved me, Rose?'
| His voice trembled, despite his efforts tt
control himself.
"Ah, my friend, my benefactor, what
have you been to me but second faith.
| er?'
He seated himself beside her.
sit 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
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 meF'
Eyes, monsieur"
"And | 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 l
have clasped you in my arms with an
emotion Of tenderness which, even had
you felt, you could not have comprehend
ed! For my chlld-my Marguerite-my
pearl-resembled her mother-her sweet
mother, my wife, and you were the i'm
age Of both mother and child. And now
listen, Rose. 1t is within these two last
months, Rose, that / 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 | loved my youngest darling
the best-that | 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
saw a likeness to my wife. Yet l never
suspected. He dweIt, 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, I'M
recognized, expanded into a 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.
70, tell me-tell me who it vast" she
cried. "Speak-it VAS
My child-my daughterr uttered the
marquis, extending his arms to embrace
her; behold her-for they called her
Rose Lamonte!"
All, my father" And with the soft
utterance Of that dear name, she tainted
upon his breast.
AS matter of course Rose-no, Mar
guerlte-and Louis were united. And
though Marguerite mourned still, with a
chlid affection, the loss of him whom
She mad hitherto regarded as a parent, |
yet her heart turned, with natural love.
10 her true father; and the regard which
she had ever felt for him, while her re-
atlonship to him was yet unknown. ex-
panied and deepPned now into that holt
EST and tenderest of sentiments-a daugh-
ters affection.
helen Montauban. as soon as her health
became re-established, entered a convent,
% enter upon her novitiate; and when it
was expired, assumed the veil, that shut
ler from a world grown hateful to her.
The Illustration Of her evil design upon
Ter sister was TOO much for her to bear:
md though, thanks to the mercy of M,
Merry, her guilt remained a secret from
Ill save himself, yet she could not endure
o meet daily with those whose happiness
reminded her of the fate alike
If her love and her revenge. None knew
Why she entered the convent, save NJ,
Merry. Persuasion had availed nothing,
md a nun she became.
Francis Egerton returned to Paris.
where, in. year or two, he married han.
'lly. jacques Leroux, shortly after the
leath Of his former leader, returned to
he neighborhood of the Chateau Montau-
'an' and entered in the service Of Louis
1Artois, whom he served faithfully and
Who rewarded him we'll for his many SER
ices.
CThe endO