The Baltimore County union. [volume] (Towsontown, Md.) 1865-1909, 1909-07-24
A SISTERS SACRIFICE.

80 dear me Marie, are you not
tired of this work, work, work, day
after day, and no changer"
These words were spoken by very
pretty girl, sitting in most comfort
able little parlor, one side of which
was formed of a wide screen lined
with green silk, which divided it from
another portion of the room fitted up
as jewelry store.
Marie and Jeanne were the daugh'
ters of Pierre Galoubet, diamond
jeweler, renowned more for his taste
and honesty than for his fortune or
his luxury. He was widower with
two daughters.
Marie and Jeanne were the very
idols of his heart. Pierre had been a
soldier in his youth, like most French
men, and during his absence in AL
giers his wife had died. When he
came back kind neighbor took him
to her cottage, and leading him to a
cradle. showed him two little infants
sleeping side by side on the same pill
low. Pierre knew that in his absence
a child had been born to him, but he
had had no communication from home
for more than a year before his re-
turn. He therefore turned from the
children to his neighbor with look
inquiry.
"Are they both my children?''
said he.
"Why, no." replied Jacquinette.
"There's whole history about them,
and, Pierre, as you are clever man,
and have travelled all over the world,
you perhaps will be able to settle a
point that has puzzled us ever since
the death of your wife,"
"What isit 7"
"Why, which of these two is your
daughter r.
(which why, who is the other?"
ooh, one day, about month after
the birth of your child, when your
wife opened the cottage door in the
morning, she found on the threshold
one of these infants. She knew which
it was, but you know poor Nine.
Pierre died suddenly, and she never
had time to tell me which daughter
was yours"
Again Pierre leaned over the ba-
bies, and as they opened their eyes
and smiled on him, Pierre felt as il
both were appealing to his heart, both
asking his protection.
From that hour Galoubet called
both children his, and Marie and
Jeanne, as he christened them, fol
they had no name until his return,
became the idols of his life.
When they were grown up, Marie
and Jeanne, who both adored theil
father, helped him in his business.
Marie kept the books, and Jeanne
who had great talent for drawing,
which had been cultivated, made the
drawings and designs for the setting
of the diamonds.
They were now both eighteen al
least, knowing the age of one, Pierre
had always put them down as the
same age their father S strict honesty
had prevented his making fortune
but, thanks to the management o
Jeanne, they were in easy and com
Portable circumstances.
Of late cloud, however, had risei
on the household so full of the sun
shine of affection. Jeanne had growt
pensive, and even looked pale anC
thin, receiving her fathers caresse
with indifference, and sitting TO
hours, pencil in hand, without draw
ing a stroke. Now, on this evening
when the sisters were alone together
Jeanne had pushed the paper from
her with disgust, and throwing dow
her pencil, had declared her dissatis
faction to her sister.
"Jeanne," said Marie, looking up
"you have never felt dissatisfaction
before, but you are unhappy, and yo
will always be so until you confd
what troubles you to your best friends
YOUR father and your sister,"
"Not to my father; / dare not
but to you, Marie. o sister, I am
wretched p
"Wretched? why, what has hap
pened1"
"Marie," said Jeanne, sitting dow
on a stool at her feet, "listen, but d
not look at me. Some months age
you remember, I came home one Sur
day morning from church, where
had gone with cur servant, with
sprained ankle"
eyes, I remember"
"Well, 1 had fallen-slipped O
the marble steps of the church, an
tainted from the pain. Well, as l la
there, and the crowd began to gathe
around me, a gentleman advanced
and putting aside those who crowde
over me, lifted me up in his arm
Preceded by his servants, who mad
way for him, he carried me to b
carriage, and placing me in it, aske
our servant Our address, and dro1
me home. He was young, hant
some, and in manner so fascinatin
as to have been able to dispense wit
being either, Marie. The next tin
1 went out 1 met him. I have see
him often since; he loves me; 10y
him."
"Well, if he is an honest man, trt
and sincere in his love, why shout
you be unhappy? You know yo'