The Birmingham age-herald., 1908-06-14

 to the innocent priests praise of his gen- erosity.
 Having signed this paper, he signed an- other In which he declared that there had come to him through an anonymous source 100000 crowns, which the g1ver wished to offer to the Countess Fermont as restitution.
 Then came the most important gift of all Polidori. posing as the sympathetic friend, had to use all his force to sustain the wretched lawyer while he read the deed and signed it.
 If gave all the remainder of his fortune. with the strict condition that the donors name be left unknown, to the establish- ment of a bank for worklngmen, where they might borrow money without inter- est when out of employment. It name as perpetual manager, with salary of 1000 francs Francois Germain (who had long since been liberataed from prison by Ferrand's withdrawal of the charge against him, and restored to his mother).
 The good priest, unable to control him self broke forth in fearful praise and blessings Every word uttered by him was as a dagger stroke into Ferrand's black heart
 Thus, with refined torture, did the Grand Duke punish him. Cruel-he was tormented by being forced to succor those whom he hated. Covetous-he was anguished by being forced to part with all he loved. Hypocritical-he was racked by doing good deeds and gaining no credit for them.
 Even while Rudolph was on his way to kill him his penanee had been fulfilled. The priest had gone with the deeds and securities. Ferrand, penniless, had thrown himself to the floor, quivering as if in convulsions.
 Suddenly he arose with the fire of mad ness in his eyes. He tried to leave the room. Poldori who was responsible for him as a prisoner till the Grand Duke should declare himself satisfied, seized him. The lawyer, temporarily insane, struggled fercely. The two fell to the floor.
 A poisoned dagger slipped from Fer rand's coat. Suddenly he screamed ap- pallingly Reason returned to him. He had felt himself pierced in the hand. In that moment he knew that he mdst die.
 Even at that instant Polidori, struggling to his knees, pressed his leg on the weapon. burning pain shot through him.
 few minutes afterward doors crashed as Rudolph burst into the house. Mon ster!' he cried. entering the room.
 He said no more. On the floor lay the two, close together, their limbs twisted, dead.
 The avengers wrath fled. Rudolph be- came the Grand Duke again, looking sol emnly upon the decree that heaven had pronounced to cancel his earthly attempt at justice.
 Quiet humbled and immersed now in a pure and noble sorrow for his child, he returned to his mansion to order an immediate departure for Gerolstein.
 There he was met with another wonder full act of Providence. If one had taught him the weakness of earthly designs of punishment. this second one was to teach him humble gratitude.
 La Gouaeuse had been found alive in a hospital near the Seine. The current had swept her near a shore where res cuers seized her as she fioated by.
 At first he was stunned and could not believe, but they brought the beautiful young girl to him, and tenderly, gently, with tears and laughter. he told her who he was.
 Within an hour afterward he was at the bedside of the dying Sarah Before she closed her eyes forever she had been< made Duchess of Gerolstein-her rapt dream,s for which she had committed so much crime made true at last, but only to come as a punishment, for her break ing eyes saw the extent of her wicked ness and the mockery of the prize.
 As Princess Amelia, the waif of the slums of Paris, entered the. Grand Duchy of Gerolstein. Hailed with shouts of joy, surrounded with pomp, blessed with the passionate love of her father, life did it's best to undo the wrongs it had done her, and fortune offered cure and forgetful- ness
 But the gentle Goualeuse entered her own only to shudder more and more ct the past that had been thrust upon her Daily she became more fragile, more mournful. The Grand Duke watched and understood. With breaking heart he yielded to the knowledge that none, how ever powerful, might remedy the past.
 The monarch bowed humbly before God Without word efNremonstrance he as- scented when his daughter asked him for permission to enter a convent.
 One day a splendid assemblage saw her robed in the black garments of the wo- men who forswear the world And as Sister Amelia she died, still young, still surpassngly beautiful, forgiving all the wrongs that earth had done to her. and surely forgiven by heaven.
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