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THE rOHTUMT /A r MY UNCLE'S<br />
hp said, " I subspquentlv learnt that by her sincere penitence<br />
and exemplary conduct she had earned her pardon und come<br />
out <strong>of</strong> prison. Her situation <strong>the</strong>n was very mil. She had<br />
nothing lo look to but destitution and universal reprobation.<br />
Somebody, however, who knew by what a deep and sincere repentance<br />
she had atoned f<strong>or</strong> her crime, helped her to conceal<br />
her name and obtain tlie means <strong>of</strong> earning an humble liveliho<br />
d."<br />
" M. le Cure," said M. de Champaubert, in an agitated man-<br />
ner, "I entreat you to make fur<strong>the</strong>r inquiries about her, and let<br />
me know <strong>the</strong> result. It is my anxious desire to secure her<br />
sufficient means to live upon, so that she may end her days in<br />
quiet."<br />
<strong>The</strong> Abb6 Lambert bowed low, and said, " I will try, M. le<br />
Marquis."<br />
Dom Gfirusac looked at <strong>the</strong> picture, and said, " How extra-<br />
<strong>or</strong>dinary it is that I should have had so long under my eyes,<br />
without <strong>the</strong> least idea <strong>of</strong> it, <strong>the</strong> heroine <strong>of</strong> such a dreadful<br />
st<strong>or</strong>y. My dear Abb6, you ought to have told me <strong>of</strong> it."<br />
<strong>The</strong> Abb; Lambert looked puzzled.<br />
" That i* Mile, de Malpeire's picture," I said<br />
"<br />
; did you not<br />
recognize it, M. FAb. e ?"<br />
He shook his head, and answered sadly, "No, indeed I did<br />
not. Even when I first saw her she had not that blooming,<br />
smiling face ; she was not like that picture."<br />
A long silence ensued ; <strong>the</strong> candles were nearly burnt out,<br />
bu: a fresh supp y <strong>of</strong> fagots threw out a blaze which lighted<br />
night. He was to set out early <strong>the</strong> following m<strong>or</strong>ning, and it<br />
was settled that we should walk with him as far as <strong>the</strong> highroad.<br />
B f<strong>or</strong>e leaving <strong>the</strong> room, he went up to <strong>the</strong> Abbd Lambert,<br />
shook him by <strong>the</strong> hand, and emptying his purse on <strong>the</strong><br />
c<strong>or</strong>ner <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> chimney, he said in a low "<br />
voice, This is f<strong>or</strong> your<br />
people, M. le Cure" I intend ; every year to renew <strong>the</strong> same<br />
' '<br />
<strong>of</strong>fering.<br />
I did not close my eyes f<strong>or</strong> s me hours that night, an 1 I do<br />
not think M. de Clumpaubert slept at all. Long after midnight<br />
I heard him pacing up and down his room. We were<br />
both thinking <strong>of</strong> that be mtiful but guilty woman who had been<br />
his first love, and whose p<strong>or</strong>trait had bewitched me thirty-five<br />
years afterwards. I c uld-not divest myself even <strong>the</strong>n <strong>of</strong> a<br />
strange interest about her. My mind kept dwelling on her<br />
tragical fate. I shuddered at her crime, but thought, never-<br />
<strong>the</strong>less, that <strong>the</strong> Ab at had deserved a thousand deaths f<strong>or</strong><br />
having dared to strike Mile, de Malpeire. I ascribed <strong>the</strong> terrible<br />
vengance she had taken to <strong>the</strong> proud spirit <strong>of</strong> her an- estral<br />
race, which could not leave an insult unrevenged. <strong>The</strong> thought<br />
<strong>of</strong> her low-b<strong>or</strong>n spouse excited in me both jealousy and<br />
anger. In spite <strong>of</strong> this miserable end, I thought he had been<br />
only too happy to be her husband, and envied his destiny. I<br />
spent <strong>the</strong> night in a feverish, restless state. <strong>The</strong> same image<br />
kept passing and repassing bef<strong>or</strong>e my eyes, whe<strong>the</strong>r I opened<br />
<strong>or</strong> closed <strong>the</strong>m, sometimes smiling, sometimes looking sternful<br />
and mournful. I was fast asleep, however, when Dom Gerasac<br />
called me <strong>the</strong> next m<strong>or</strong>ning. M. de Champaubert was soon<br />
ready, and we started. <strong>The</strong> m Id rays <strong>of</strong> an autumn sun were<br />
Bef<strong>or</strong>e we reached <strong>the</strong> high-road, M. de Champaubert<br />
turned round and gave a last look at <strong>the</strong> surrounding landscape.<br />
He gazed on <strong>the</strong> two l<strong>of</strong>ty peaks separated by a deep chasm<br />
which crowned <strong>the</strong> sou<strong>the</strong>rn side <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> nearest mouutiiin, nud<br />
murmured with a deep sigh, " <strong>The</strong>re is <strong>the</strong> Pass <strong>of</strong> Malpeire."<br />
A few minutes afterwards we arrived at <strong>the</strong> spot where his car-<br />
riages were waiting. He shook hands with me in a very c<strong>or</strong>dial<br />
manner, and <strong>the</strong>n turning to my uncle, said with much<br />
feeling, " Now that we have met again, my. dear old friend, I<br />
find it hard to part with you."<br />
" And yet we have had a melancholy time <strong>of</strong> it," murmured<br />
my po<strong>or</strong> de.ir uncle, " "<br />
and all along <strong>of</strong> that h<strong>or</strong>rid p<strong>or</strong>trait.<br />
<strong>The</strong> two friends embraced. <strong>The</strong> Marquis sprang into his<br />
carriage, and stretching his head out <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> window nunl^us a<br />
last sign <strong>of</strong> farewell. We soon lost sight <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> carriage in <strong>the</strong><br />
midst <strong>of</strong> a cloud <strong>of</strong> dust, but stood a while on <strong>the</strong> roadside<br />
watching <strong>the</strong> white speck vanishing in <strong>the</strong> distance.<br />
<strong>The</strong> first thing Dom GGrusac did when ho came home was to<br />
send f<strong>or</strong> Babelou, and to desire her to carry up to <strong>the</strong> lumberroom<br />
<strong>the</strong> object <strong>of</strong> my romantic w<strong>or</strong>ship. When she had left<br />
<strong>the</strong> room with it, he turned to me and said: "<strong>The</strong> sight <strong>of</strong> that<br />
dreadful woman would have disturbed my digestion; I should<br />
always have been thinking at dinner <strong>of</strong> her h<strong>or</strong>rid adventures.<br />
And, after all, that p<strong>or</strong>trait is a wretched daub. I am<br />
s<strong>or</strong>ry to say so, f<strong>or</strong> Champaubert's sake, but really <strong>the</strong> arm is<br />
quite out <strong>of</strong> prop<strong>or</strong>tion, and <strong>the</strong> little finger <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> right hand<br />
very badly drawn. In sh<strong>or</strong>t, it is a wretched perf<strong>or</strong>mance, and<br />
I was very foolish ever to hang it up over my chimneypifre. "<br />
I did not remonstrate against this verdict, n<strong>or</strong> would I ask my<br />
uncle to make me a present <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> picture he he'd so cheap, and<br />
which I so highly prized.<br />
I should have been afraid <strong>of</strong> exposing<br />
myself if I had ventured to express a wish to possess it, but<br />
I resolved to steal <strong>the</strong> despised treasure, and to carry it<br />
<strong>of</strong>f with me. <strong>The</strong>re was no time to lose, f<strong>or</strong> my holidays were<br />
almost over. I was to go back to < ollege <strong>the</strong> next day but one.<br />
I did not apprehend any great difficulty in <strong>the</strong> matter. I had<br />
only to make my way into <strong>the</strong> lumber-room, which was in a<br />
c<strong>or</strong>ner <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> attic, to bring away <strong>the</strong> picture, and to intrust it<br />
up <strong>the</strong> room. It had left <strong>of</strong>f raining, but <strong>the</strong> wind still whistled<br />
amongst <strong>the</strong> trees and shook <strong>the</strong> outer blinds. When <strong>the</strong> clock<br />
struL'k twelve, M. de Champaubert got up and wished us good><br />
to some boy, who, f<strong>or</strong> an adequate consideration, would undertake<br />
to carry it to <strong>the</strong> place where I always met <strong>the</strong> diligence.<br />
Bef<strong>or</strong>e going in search <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> accomplice, without whom I<br />
could not carry out my scheme, I insidiously questioned Babe-<br />
lou.<br />
" How did you manage, my dear, "I said, "to get that<br />
heavy picture up-stnirs? It must have been difficult to find<br />
room f<strong>or</strong> it in <strong>the</strong> attic?"<br />
"O, I just poked it behind <strong>the</strong> do<strong>or</strong>," she answered ;<br />
something better to do, 1 promise you,<br />
" I had<br />
than to hunt out a<br />
place f<strong>or</strong> it amidst all <strong>the</strong> old rubbish up stairs."<br />
"Does my uncle keep his odds and ends under lock and<br />
key ?" I asked, trying to put on an appearance <strong>of</strong> indifference."<br />
" He thinks he oes,' she replied with a shrug ;<br />
" but as we<br />
are always going in and out f<strong>or</strong> one thing <strong>or</strong> ano<strong>the</strong>r, <strong>the</strong> key<br />
generally remains hanging by <strong>the</strong> side do<strong>or</strong>."<br />
I went away satisfied with this inf<strong>or</strong>mation, and spent almost<br />
all <strong>the</strong> day wandering about my gun in my hand, by way <strong>of</strong><br />
shooting, but really to try and find in <strong>the</strong> neighb<strong>or</strong>-lux >d a<br />
youth capable f execut ng my <strong>or</strong>ders. At last I met a young<br />
scamp who, f<strong>or</strong> a five franc piece I gave him, engaged to do<br />
my bidding and hold his tongue. I desired him to 'come thii 1<br />
evening, and station himself at <strong>the</strong> bottom <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> alley between<br />
eleven and twelve o'clock at night. He was to bring with him<br />
two wicker trussels between which I intended <strong>the</strong> lovely picture<br />
to travel. I fully meant always to keep it with me.<br />
When all this was arranged, I came in and prepared to perf<strong>or</strong>m<br />
my part in <strong>the</strong> plot.<br />
It was getting late. <strong>The</strong> light was waning, and a melan-<br />
gilding <strong>the</strong> valley; no early frosts had yet blighted <strong>the</strong> fresh<br />
green <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> foliage. <strong>The</strong> cheery robin-redbreast was chirping<br />
in <strong>the</strong> hawth<strong>or</strong>n bushes, and beautiful butterflies hovered over<br />
<strong>the</strong> rosemary bushes. But above <strong>the</strong> level where <strong>the</strong> s<strong>of</strong>t<br />
breezes <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> south were blowing from <strong>the</strong> coasts <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Mediterranean,<br />
rose <strong>the</strong> crests <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> choly<br />
mountains, already covered<br />
with <strong>the</strong>ir snowy mantles.<br />
silence reigned in <strong>the</strong> house. <strong>The</strong>re was nobody in thi<br />
drawing-room, only <strong>the</strong> dogs sleeping in <strong>the</strong> arm-ehairs. I<br />
thought my uncle was in <strong>the</strong> library, hard at w<strong>or</strong>k over his<br />
books, and Babelou in <strong>the</strong> kitchen. <strong>The</strong> moment seemed<br />
particularly fav<strong>or</strong>able. I went up-stairs with flushed cheeks<br />
and a beating heart, like a man engaged in a desperat.<br />
venture. <strong>The</strong> lumber-room was, as 1 said bef<strong>or</strong>e, on <strong>the</strong><br />
third st<strong>or</strong>y. Just as I arrived at <strong>the</strong> top <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> stairs I met<br />
Dom Gerusac, with his reading-lamp in his hand, and his<br />
spectacles pushed back on his f<strong>or</strong>ehead. He looked quito<br />
grieved and dismayed.<br />
" Po<strong>or</strong> Marian," he s id, " is as ill as posssible ; <strong>the</strong> AbbtS<br />
Lambert has just given her <strong>the</strong> last Sacraments. She may die<br />
at any moment. '<br />
"My heart sank within me, m<strong>or</strong>e, 1 am ashamed to say, ai<br />
,