Year: 1869

Sometimes she was very sad. One day
she sat listlessly by her mothers grave;
tears were flowing plentifully from he1
soft eyes. They were alone. Father
Piene came softly behind Angel scatter,
ing basket Of his finest roses around
her.


"Let me cry father, shall never be
happy till you let me come home and
stay.


$50 you do not thank the old man fol
his roses, well, well, do my best"


A pair Of round white arms were round
the old sections neck and a dimpled hand
covered his mouth. You shan't talk that
way father, you know I love you better
than the flowers, but it is cruel in you
to keep me at that old school any longer
when I could live so nicely here with
you, you need me. Am never to have
any homen


You shall never have home in q
graveyard. The ghosts would scare you
at night, and besides I am laying ur
money to buy US home. Be patient"


How can I be patient, when think
Of you, all alone in this place at night,
especially, when I could make every
thing so nice and cosy. Say will you
notlet me come? I am not afraid of ghosts
when am with you'll"


Father Piene stroked the bright hair
and looked fOndly into the brown eyes
but shook his head. At last he said
Angel, Ihave received news from France
which will perhaps cause my return tc
my native land. Sit down by my side
on this wicker seat and I will tell you g
story! Gan about yOurself?' asked An.
gel jOyfulIy, come father, I am ready
sit here by me, with your face to me, Sc
I can hear every word, and hasten, be,
cause on such fine day visitors will
be sure to come. Now I am really hap,
py Begin, begin father,


ThesextOn seated himself, smiling at hel
ardOr and said. have not always deal
child, been a poor man or a Iaborer.
was once a blithe happy boy, with a
dear mother, who almost worshipped
me. I was the infant owner of a large
estate and a fine old chateau and young
as I was, bore the title of Count Lavasse
No youth was ever happier or more joy,
GUS than mine. had tutor, but 1 loved
better than books, to mount my pony
and dash into every unexplOred nook Oh
the estate; sometimes I spent whole
days in fishing and other sports, accom-
panied by my cousin an orphan boy, to
whom my mother had given a home
Hew the next heir of the house being
the son of my fathers youngest brother
He was never a favOrite of mine but tC
please my dear mother, I shared every
bounty with him. Years rolled on
We both grew to manhood. He receiv.
ed an Office of distinction in Paris
through our influence. I remained al
the chateau to fulfil my engagement
with the daughter of a neighboring no,
bic. After our marriage, we lived a life
Of Arcadian bliss for years, never even
imagining a change. At last a son was
born to us, a beautiful witehing little
cherub, with his mothers dark gray eye:
and chestnut hair. After his birth, ]
do not believe that either of us ever
thought of court or the praise of ma
He was the solace and delight of my
still charming mother. I have spent
whole hours in watching his infant gam,
bOls on the noble lawn fronting Oul
chateau. He had one sport of which he
was very fond. Burying himself in the
long grass, at some distance, he would
call in the sweet broken accents of early
childhood. Little boy lost, little boy
lost" and would take great pains moi
to find him too soon. "Here Father
Piene, wiped a way tear and heaved &
sigh"


'DOn't go on, she exclaimed, fitpain'
you, I can't bear to see you weep"


d" 1t does me good dear Angel, to weep
and you shall not be disappointed il
your story, if it does show the weakness.
of an old man. A few words will fin
ish. My boy, AdOlphe was lad O
twelve when a contagious fever, depriv'
ed me of my beloved wife and mother
Misfortune seemed to come to me il
mountain masses, so at least I theI
thought, my long absence from COur
had displeased the king, and while il
my deepest sorrow, an imperiOus des
patch demanded my immediate presence
in Paris, Leaving my boy in the care o.
my faithful servant Franz, 1 Obeyed the
royal mandate and on arriving at the
Tueileries was instantly arrested, charg
ed with treason to my king, My cousin
the play mate of my bOyhOOd, had uset
vile arts and falsehOod in order to wOrl
my ruin and possess himself of my es
tates. Faithful friends succeeded in ef
fecting my escape to America, before
the trial came off. They also secured
my son, intending to send him to me
But Providence willed otherwise. y, An
other sigh from Father Piene and Ange
whispered.


" Did he dieg'


"God only knows my dear one. "Hli
bed was found empty, and no clue to hi
whereabouts was ever discovered. Oh
receiving this sad news, instantly Sc
out for South America where wander
ed from one region and city to another.
had secured a large amount Of money
but it is all gone now, I awOke one day
to extreme poverty. In my travels
CHANGED on this quiet spot and can sag
that the five years I have spent as {
sexton and gardener, have been the hap
piest Of my life rs & refugee, so mucl
does settled occupation strengthen anc