The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1911-06-24

covered it-no one has ever discov-
cred 1t. The promissory note has
never been presented to the French
Government. 1t is still at large, hold
Ing its secret Of a great fortune. Any
one may have it. It may be in your
pocket this very moment"
lnVoluntarily hands went to pockets
and We're promptly withdrawn with
shame-faced grins.
What a ridiculous fairy story!"
laughed Mrs. Sears.
Pardon, madame. 1t is no fairy
story Every child in France knows
OF the coin of fortune and hopes to
find it, The Count spoke impulsively,
but he was a Frenchman and should
know about French children, so when
Mrs. Sears laughed again it was in
diligently.
There was much of the child about
your great Napoleon, she said.
De Viarde interrupted her. Pardon
again, madame. Not my Napoleon!
The De Viardes have never been Re-
publicans nor Bonapartists. We are
OF the old regime"
He drew himself up as he spoke,
and there was dignity in his slim
body and the high carriage of his head
that made Mrs. Sears murmur some
vague words of apology before she
turned to Miss Day:
Where are those coins of SEN
timent!"
Wyman brought the box and placed
it on the table with flourish. There
were about a half dozen people in the
long drawing room. There was Mrs.
Ebert Sears, the pretty wife of man
who gave his brain to Wall street and
his heart to first editions-and as this
story does not concern either, he will
play no part in it. Mrs. Sears had
always two or three men at her elbow
This afternoon they were George
Root and Count Jules de Viarde, the
latter typical boulevardier with his
smart clothes, blond beard, that to
American eyes sadly needed trimming,
and the soft brown eyes which he
used with such effect when he was
talking to woman. His hands were
slim and white and were generally in
motion in the vivacious Continental
fashion.
He had the appearance of a gentle
poet whose thoughts were very far
from the hustle of present-day life,
but he had come to the United States
to take part in an international aero
nautic meet and was known in Paris
as daring and fearless man in his
dealing with more things than aero
planes. Mrs. Sears had met him on
the Mauretania and had been i'm
pressed by his eyes, his title and his
aeronautic record and had brought
him this evening to see Adele Day
poor Adele, whose wealthy uncle had
died a year before and left his fortune
to his college and the museum that
had been his diversion and pride.
His legacy to Adele consisted Of
the ''coins of sentiment" and the old
Day home, where they had lived to
gether and which she was not to dis
pose of under any consideration
Adele had a small fortune left her Dy
her father, but it was nothing in com
parison with the millions her uncle
could have willed her, and her friends
were indignant at what they called
Dr. Days injustice. They had begged
her to break the will and they
thought her mad when she refused
Uncle Jim knew what he was about
or thought he did," was all she said
land it was his money. He had the
right to leave it where he pleased.
Mrs. Sears thought of this as she
glanced at the box of olivewood, in
laid with mother-of-pearl and silve1
wire, and she spoke more quickly
than usual. eff I were you, Adele,
would sell these coins, if they are
worth anything"
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