Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1904-08-09
CHATTER xXI.-fCoptinued.,

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"P. 81 inclose a check for eight
thousand francs, payable in gold to your
order, comprising the capital and interest
OF the sum you were so kind as to adj
vance me. | am expecting a case from
Bordeaux which contains few things
which you must allow me to send you as
token of my unceasing gratitude. You
can send my dressing case by the dill
gence to the Hotel d'AubriC1.'
BY the dilingence" cried Eugene,
when l would have given my life for
it a thousand timesw
Terrible and complete shipwreck of
hope; the vessel had gone down, there
was not a spar, not a plank in the vast
ocean. She raised her eyes to the sky.
There was nothing left to her now but
TO live prayerfully till the day of her
deliverance should come and the soul
spread its wings for heaven.
my mother was right" she said,
weeping. "Suffer-and die"
She went slowly into the house, avoid
ing the passage; but when she came into
the old gray parlor, it was full of mem
cries of her cousin. On the chimney
piece there stood certain china saucer,
which he had used every morning, and
the old Sevres sugar basin.
1t was to be memorable and event
full day for Eugene Nanon announced
the cure. He was related to the Cru
chots, and therefore in the interests of
the President de Bonfons. For some
days past the Able had urged the cure
to speak seriously to Mile. Grandet about
the duty of marriage. Eugene fancied
that he had come for the thousand
francs which she gave him every month
for the poor, and sent Nanon for the
money; but the curate began with
smile. To-day, mademoiselle, have
come to take counsel with you about
poor girl in whom all Saumur takes an
interest, and who, through lack Of char
ity to herself, is not living as a Chris
tan should
M. lie Cure, just now I can think of
nobody but myself. l am very misera-
BILE, my only refuge is in the church; her
heart is large enough to hold all human
sorrows, her love so inexhaustible that
we need never fear to drain it dry"
'Well, mademoiselle, when we speak
Of this girl, we shall speak Of you. List
en-! If you would fain work out your
salvation, there are but two ways open
to you; you must either leave the world
or live in the world and submit to its
laws-yOu must choose between the
earthly and the heavenly vocation"
"Ah! your voice speaks to me when
l need 30 hear a voice. Yes, heaven has
sent you to me. l will bid the world
farewell, and live in silence and seclu-
sion.'
But, my daughter, you should think
long and prayerfully before taking so
strong measure. Marriage is life, and
the convent is DEATH
Eyes, death. All, if death would only
come quickly, NJ. lie Cure" she said, with
dreadful eagerness.
Death? But you have great obliga-
tons to fulfill toward society, mademoi-
selle. There is your family of poor, to
whom you give clothes and firing in win
ter and work in summer Your great
fortune is loan, of which you must
give an account one day. You have
always looked on it as a sacred trust. 1t
would be selfish to bury yourself in a
convent, and you ought not to live alone
in the world. In the first place, how can
you endure the burden of your vast for
tune alone? You might lose it. Y0n
will be involved in endless litigation; you
will find yourself in difficulties from
which you VIII not be able to extricate
yourself. Take your pastors word,
husband is useful; you ought not to lose
what God has given unto your charge. /
speak to you as a cherished lamb Of my
flock. You love God too sincerely to
find hindrance to your salvation in the
world; you are one of its fairest orna-
ments, and should remain in it as an ex-
ample of holiness"
At this point Nine. des Grassins was
announced. The bankers wife was
smarting under a grievous disappo;nt-
ment and thirsted for revenge.
'Mademoiselle-" she began. "OhI
NJ. lie Cure is here-I will say no more,
then. l came to speak about some mat
tiers Of business. but see you are deep
in something else"
Madame" said the cure 81 leave
the field TO YOU"
ooh! NJ. lie Cure, pray come back
again; stand in great need of your help
just now"
"Yes. indeed. my poor childr' said
Nine. DIES Grassins.
What do you meanY asked Eugene
and the cure both together.
do you suppose that haven't heard
that your cousin has come back and is
going to marry Mile. d'Aubrion? A
woman doesn't go about with her wits in
her pocket"