Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1912-07-12

and said gently to Madame Magloire:
And, in the first place, was that 'il
yer ours?"
Madame Magloire was speechless
Another silence ensued; then the bi'h
op went on:
Madame Magloire, I have for a Ion,
| time detained that silver wrongfully. l
belonged to the poor. What was tina
man? A poor man, evidently"
| "Alas!" returned Madame Maglore
1T is not for my sake nor for Made
moiselle's. 1t makes no difference t.
us. But 1t Is for the sake of Monselg
neur. What Is Monseigneur to eat will
, now
The bishop gazed at her with an ali
of amazement.
"Ah, some! Are there no such thirg'
as pewter forks and spoons?"
Madame Magloire shrugged hel
shoulders.
Pewter has an odor."
Iron forks and spoons, then"
Iron has a taste"
VERY WELL" said the bishop; wood.
en- ones then"
A few moments later he was break
fasting at the very table at which Jear
Valjean had sat on the previous even
Ing AS he ate his breakfast, the bishop
remarked gaily to his sister, that one
really does not need either fork OF
were gendarmes; the other was Jear
Vatican.
AS the brother and sister were about
to rise from the table, there came
knock at the door.
Come in," said the bishop.
The door opened. A singular and vio-
lent group made its appearance on the
threshold. Three men were holding q
fourth by the collar. The three men
gendarmes; the other was Jean VAL
jean.
A brigadier Of gendarmes, who
seemed to be in command Of the group
was standing near the door. He enter
ed and advanced to the bishop, making
a military salute.
"Monseigneur-" said he.
At this word, Jean Vatican, who WIS
detected and seemed overwhelmed
raised his arm with an air Of stupefac.
ton.
"Monseigneur!" he murmured. "sic
he Is not the cure?"
"Silence!" said gendarme. He Ia
Monseigneur the bishop"
In the meantime, the bishop had atL-
vanced as quickly as his great age per-
mitted.
All! here you are!" he exclaimed
looking at Jean Vatican. II am glad
to see you. Well, but how Is this?
gave you the candlesticks too, which
are Of silver like the rest, and fol
which you can certainly get two hur.-
dred francs. Why did you not carry
them away with your forks and
spoons?"
Jean Vatican opened his eyes wide
and stared at the venerable bishop
with an expression which no human
tongue can render any account Of.
"Monseigneur," said the brigadier oi
the gendarmes, so what this man sail
Is true, then? We came across him
He was walking like man who is run
ming away. We stopped him to look
into the matter. He had this silver"
And he told you," interposed the
bishop, with smile, that it had been
given to him by kind old fellow Of q
priest with whom he had passed the
night? l see how the matter stands
And you have brought him back here
1t Is a mistake.
I'm that case" replied the brigadier
I'VE can let him go?"
Certainly" replied the bishop.
The gendarmes released Jean Val.
jean, who recoiled.
rs it true that am to be released?'
he said, in an almost inarticulate voic
and as though he were talking in hi
sleep.
"Yes, thou art to be released; dos
thou not understand said one Of ths
gendarmes.
my friend" resumed the bishop, be
fore you go, here are your candle
sticks. Take them"
He stepped to the chimney-plac
took the two silver candlesticks, ant
brought them to Jean Vatican. TIL
two women looked on without utterinl
a word, without a gesture, without
look which could disconcert the bish.
op.
Jean Vatican was trembling in every
limb. He took the candlesticks me.
chanically, and with belwildered air
Now" said the bishop, "go ir
peace. BY the way. when you return
my friend, It is not necessary to pass
through the garden. You can alway!
enter and depart through the stree
door. 1t is never fastened with any.
thing but a latch, either by day or by
| night"
Then, turning to the gendarmes:-
You may retire. gentlemen"
The gendarmes retired.
Jean Vatican was like man on the
point of fainting.
The bishop drew near to him, ant
said in low voice.
do not forget, never forget, that yor
have promised to use this money II
becoming an honest man."
Jean Vatican, who had no recollection
of ever having promised anything re-
mained speechless. The bishop hat
emphasized the words when he uttered
them. He resumed with solemnity:-
Jean Vatican, my brother, you M
longer belong to evil, but to good. i
is your soul that buy from you;
withdraw it from black thoughts enc
the spirit of perdition. and I give it t.
God"
(The story goes on to show how Jear
| Vatican was transformed by the goot
| bishops kindness, and spent the res
| Of his life in the most unselfish effort!
| to help others.)
/
Nobody Won the Prize.-The walk.
| ing craze a few years ago gave a wei