The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1907-05-16

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here during the months OF May, June
and July, 1876, and that while they
were here, n daughter was born to
them. Think a~gain-have you no re-
collection of them or of. the event?"
The little notary sat for some mo-
ments with knitted brows. At last he
shook his head.
That would be the height of the
season, you see, monsieur" he said
alphabetically. There are a great
many people here. at that time, and 1
cannot know all Of them. Never
theless, it seemed to me for q moment
that there was about the name a GER
tain familiarity-as of an old tune, you
know. forgotten for years. Yet it must
nave been my fancy merely. for 1 have
no recollection of the event you men
ton; cannot believe that such a
birth took place at Etretat."
There was another chance and I gave
Mr.. Royce the clew.
Monsieur Fingert," he asked, "are
you acquainted with a man by the
name of Pierre Bethune?"
And again the notary shook his head.
0 Jasper Martingy?"
Il never before heard either NAME,
monsieur" he answered.
we sat silent a moment, in despair.
was our trip to Etretat to be of no
avail! Where was my premonition
now? If we had lost the trail thus
early in the chase, what hope was
there that we ould ever run down
the quarry? And how explain the fact
that no record had been mad of
Frances Holidays birth? Why should
her parents have wished to conceal it?
Would they not naturally have been
anxious to see that it was properly re-
corded?
An hour had passed; the shops were
opening and a hustle of life reached US
through the open door. People began
to pass by twos n threes.
THE first train for three days is
about to arrive" said the little notary.
You see, his is a very small town,
messieurs. The. arrival of a train is
an event."
Again we fell silent. Mr.. Royce got
out his purse and paid the fee. We
mad come to an impasse-a closed way,
we could go no farther. I could see
that the notary was a-hunger for his
roll and coffee. With a sigh, I arose to
go. The notary stepped to the door
and looked up the street.
All" he said, "the train has arrived,
but 1T seems there was not many pas
sengers. Here is one, though, who has
finished a long Journey"
He nodded to someone who approach
ed slowly, it seemed. He was before
the door-he passed Ont was Mar
tigny!
THAT is the man" 1 cried to AIR.
Royce. THAT is Martigny! Ask h
he really is"
He understood on the instant. and
caught the notary's arm.
Monsieur Fingert, who is that
man?"
The notary glance1 at him, Surprised
by his vehemence.
That" he said, "is Victor Faiolle.
He is just home from America and
seems very i'll, poor fellow"
And he lives here?"
"Ot. surely; or the cliffs just above
the town-the first house-you cannot
miss it-buried in a grove Of trees. He
some years ago-he was from Paris
And his wife is living?"
oh, surely. she is living; she her
self returned from America but three
weeks ago., together with her mother
and sister. h sister, they say, is
well--' and he finished with a signf-
f1cant gesture toward his head.
/ saw my companions face turn
white-I steadied myself with an eff
fort. l knew that, at last, the veil was
to be lifted.
And they are at home w?
Il believe So" said the notary. ewing
him with more and more establishment.
They have been keeping close at home
since their return-they will permit no
one to see the-invalid. There has
been much talk about it,.
Come, we must go!" I cried. "He
must not get there before us!"
But a sudden light cleaned in the
notary's eyes.
Walt. messieurs!" he cnied. "a mo-
ment. But a moment. All, / remem-
Der 1t now-it was the link which was
wanting, and you nave supplied it
Holiday. a millionaire OF America. his
wife, Madam Alix-she did not live
IN the villa, then, messieurs. Oh. no:
she was very poor. a nurse-anythtng
to make a little money; her husband,
who was a fisherman, was drowned.
and left her to take care Of the child.
rem as best she could. All, I remernber
a mere baby!"
He had got down another book. and
was running his finger rapidly down
the page-ms finger all a-tremble with
excitement. Suddenly he stopped
with a little cry Of triumph.
fHere it is. messieurs! I knew /
could not be mistaken! Seer a
Under the date Of June 10, 1876. wa.
an entry Of which this is the English:
Holiday. Hiram w, and Elizabeth
his wife, Of the city Of New York
United States OF America: from Celeste
Alix, widow of Auguste Alfx. her
daughter Celeste, aged 5 months. All
claim surrendered in consideration Of
the payment Of $4,000 francs.''
MT. Royce caught up the book and
glanced at the back. It was the Rec
ord OF ~Adoptions."
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