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<strong>the</strong> failnro o' my own plans than nt <strong>the</strong> news about Marian.<br />
THE POI;TJ:MT ix MY r.\cj.E's<br />
!!< room \\; <strong>or</strong>.o where <strong>the</strong> picture was, anil (lie<br />
! stale <strong>of</strong> things made it im ossible to remove it w thout<br />
uttriii'ting notice frotn thos-> who were assembled round her<br />
-My uncle, who was truly grieved about his old servant,<br />
took my arm to go down-stairs. We found Babelou crying in<br />
t;ie entrance-hall.<br />
" 1<br />
Po<strong>or</strong> Mariau," she said, wiping her eyes with her apro- ,<br />
" was very ill yesterday, but sh ; would ra<strong>the</strong>r have died in <strong>the</strong><br />
kitchen tLau go to bed bef<strong>or</strong>e th : din er was cooked. And yet<br />
she knew very well she was dangerously ill. \\ hilst I was<br />
waiting at table, sh; told Gothon to send immediately f<strong>or</strong> th<br />
Cur6. It was f<strong>or</strong> her that he came last night in al that pouring<br />
rain. To cheer her up this m<strong>or</strong>ning, I showed her <strong>the</strong> two<br />
go d pieces which M. le Marquis had left f<strong>or</strong> us. She <strong>the</strong>n<br />
said she felt much better, but it did not last long, and new she<br />
is dying !"<br />
We went into <strong>the</strong> drawing-room, and half an hour afterwards<br />
<strong>the</strong> A be Lambert came in and told us all was over.<br />
Marian's all but sudden death was one <strong>of</strong> those events which<br />
throw a bachel<strong>or</strong>'s household into confusion. My po<strong>or</strong> uncle<br />
was quite distressed, and "<br />
kept repeating, She was a very<br />
faithful creature. During <strong>the</strong> twelve years she lived with me I<br />
never h d occasion to find <strong>the</strong> slightest fault with her. It will<br />
be no easy matter to replace so good a servant. "<br />
1 was o cupied meanwhile in considering whe<strong>the</strong>r it would<br />
be pos ible to carry <strong>of</strong>f Mile, de Malpeire bef<strong>or</strong>e next m<strong>or</strong>ning.<br />
Suddenly my uncle said, "I w< nder who are <strong>the</strong> heirs <strong>of</strong> that<br />
po<strong>or</strong> woman ? A year's wages were owing to her, and she had<br />
put l>y a little money, I think. If she has any relatives it must<br />
go to <strong>the</strong>m, I must make inquiries."<br />
IN <strong>the</strong> very interesting " Souvenirs <strong>of</strong> an Army Chaplain,"<br />
published in 1852, by a priest, who under his cassock b<strong>or</strong>e<br />
<strong>the</strong> noble heart <strong>of</strong> a soldier, <strong>the</strong> Abbs' Seve has written some<br />
remarkable papers. His mind inspired by holy and bold convie;<br />
ions, has furnished him on this subject with eloquent<br />
pages, which have enabled us to give an account <strong>of</strong><br />
<strong>the</strong> fact that f<strong>or</strong>ms <strong>the</strong> subject <strong>of</strong> this st<strong>or</strong>y. It<br />
is well known that in 1830, three thousand <strong>of</strong>ficers,<br />
true to <strong>the</strong> cause <strong>the</strong>y had sw<strong>or</strong>n to uphold, broke<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir sw<strong>or</strong>d and , mourning in silence <strong>the</strong> fall <strong>of</strong> an illustrious<br />
monarchy, threw <strong>the</strong>mselves into exile. Among <strong>the</strong>se brave<br />
men was Frederic Kicard. His heart free, and his purse<br />
light, but satisfied with having done his duty, he took <strong>the</strong><br />
road to Vigan. Bef<strong>or</strong>e seeking in a strange land f<strong>or</strong> some<br />
provision against <strong>the</strong> future, he was desirous <strong>of</strong> seeing onca<br />
m<strong>or</strong>e his native country.<br />
Our hero was <strong>of</strong> middling stature, but well made his ; broad<br />
shoulders indicated strength, and <strong>the</strong> deep lines in his bold<br />
f<strong>or</strong>ehead revealed a miud far above <strong>the</strong> common. Of au im-<br />
petuous character, but still, when necessity required, sufficient<br />
master <strong>of</strong> himself to control those warm passions inherent<br />
in <strong>the</strong> inhabitants <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> south, Captain Kicard had <strong>the</strong> in-<br />
stinct <strong>of</strong> appreciating just and holy things ; he was as strong<br />
as a 1 on, but gentle as a lamb. Surprised by<br />
<strong>the</strong> revolution <strong>of</strong> July, when at Provins, where<br />
his regiment was in garrison, he traversed a part <strong>of</strong> France,<br />
avoiding <strong>the</strong> high roads, so as not to hear <strong>or</strong> see anything that<br />
would recall <strong>the</strong> evil days <strong>of</strong> revolution. He was obliged, how-<br />
cv. r, to pass through Avignon. This town, though protected<br />
by tho good sense <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> populace, was in a state <strong>of</strong> great ex-<br />
<strong>The</strong> Abb6 shook his head he was ; writing a mpm<strong>or</strong>"ndnm<br />
f<strong>or</strong> <strong>the</strong> li gistrar. When he had finished it he handed ever <strong>the</strong><br />
paper to my uncle. I saw Dom Gerusac start, and throw \\p<br />
his hands and eyes with a gesture <strong>of</strong> pr<strong>of</strong>ound astonishment.<br />
Almost unconsciously I approached, and < looking ver his<br />
"<br />
To-day, October<br />
shoulder, gl need at <strong>the</strong> paper and read :<br />
12, 18 , died at Pierre de C<strong>or</strong>bie, Madeleine Marie de Malpeire,<br />
widow <strong>of</strong> Frangois Pinatel. "<br />
"Marian Marian was Mile, de Melpeire !" I almost shrieked<br />
out <strong>the</strong> w<strong>or</strong>ds. <strong>The</strong> Abbd Lambert and my un le were<br />
both leaning aga nst <strong>the</strong> table with <strong>the</strong>ir hands clasped togeth-<br />
er ; I think <strong>the</strong>y were praying. Babelou was sobbing bitterly.<br />
I went out and sat down at <strong>the</strong> c<strong>or</strong>ner <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> chimney with<br />
my head resting on my hands. I did not move <strong>or</strong> speak <strong>the</strong><br />
whole evening, and about twelve o'c'ock went to my room.<br />
Soon afterwards I heard some one under my windows, calling<br />
to me in a suppressed voice. It was my accomplice, who tired<br />
<strong>of</strong> waiting f<strong>or</strong> me in <strong>the</strong> alley, was come to remind me <strong>of</strong> my<br />
appointment.<br />
"I say, Monsieur Frederick," he said, standing on tip-toe,<br />
I am come to fetch <strong>the</strong> picture. Could you not hand it down<br />
to me through <strong>the</strong> window."<br />
"I have not got it, and I don't want it," I angrily cried,<br />
"go along with you."<br />
Fifteen years afterwards, alter <strong>the</strong> death <strong>of</strong> Dom Gerusac,<br />
who made me his execut<strong>or</strong> and residuary legatee, I found Mile.<br />
de Melpeire in <strong>the</strong> same place where Babelou had put her.<br />
<strong>The</strong> mice had done some mischief to <strong>the</strong> painting, and <strong>the</strong> little<br />
finger which my uncle had found so much fault with had<br />
Captain Rieard.<br />
disappeared. I had it cleaned and repaired, and it now figures<br />
in a very respectable manner hi my p<strong>or</strong>trait gallery.<br />
citement. It was not without difficulty that Captain Eicard,<br />
making his way through <strong>the</strong> groups assembled bef<strong>or</strong>e <strong>the</strong> gate<br />
<strong>of</strong> Louie, could reach <strong>the</strong> hotel Saint-Yves.<br />
Seven <strong>or</strong> eight young men, whom <strong>the</strong> experienced eyes<br />
<strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> captain recognized as commercial travellers, were<br />
seated at a table covered with glasses and bottles <strong>of</strong> dif-<br />
ferent col<strong>or</strong>s. At <strong>the</strong> sight <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> new comer, closely enveloped<br />
in hid long blue riding coat, buttoned up to <strong>the</strong><br />
neck, <strong>the</strong> jovial party exchanged looks with each much as to say, <strong>the</strong>re is an ultra.<br />
o<strong>the</strong>r, as<br />
At this period ultra and<br />
Jesuit where <strong>the</strong> two great stalking h<strong>or</strong>ses used by <strong>the</strong> liberals<br />
to attack <strong>the</strong> clergy and those <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> laity who did not know<br />
by heart <strong>the</strong> verses <strong>of</strong> BCranger and o<strong>the</strong>r w<strong>or</strong>se than flippant<br />
productions <strong>of</strong> that day.<br />
<strong>The</strong> captain placed himself at a vacant table, and called f<strong>or</strong><br />
a glass <strong>of</strong> absin<strong>the</strong>, to prepare, acc<strong>or</strong>ding to custom, his digestive<br />
<strong>or</strong>gans f<strong>or</strong> dinner. "Absin<strong>the</strong>!" said one <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> clerks<br />
in a low<br />
"<br />
tone. A green liqu<strong>or</strong> I we are not mistaken he is<br />
;<br />
a Carlist, who knows ? an ex-minister disguised, Polignac<br />
perhaps ? Suppose we arrest him ?"<br />
During this conversation, <strong>the</strong> captain, <strong>the</strong> object <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>se<br />
various suppositions, continued quietly sipping his draught.<br />
On <strong>the</strong>ir part, <strong>the</strong> bon-vivants concerted toge<strong>the</strong>r to submit<br />
him to a system <strong>of</strong> <strong>or</strong>deal, which <strong>the</strong>y began, by singing<br />
in ch<strong>or</strong>us a verse <strong>of</strong> a military ballad. At each couplet,<br />
<strong>the</strong> singers, looking askance at <strong>the</strong> captain, add d<br />
f<strong>or</strong> ever ! Down with <strong>the</strong> Jesuits !<br />
<strong>the</strong>se w<strong>or</strong>ds, " Liberly<br />
down with <strong>the</strong> Carlists !" <strong>The</strong> captain was immovable. Encouraged<br />
by his silence, perhaps attributing his reserve to a<br />
feeling <strong>of</strong> fear, tho travellers redoubled <strong>the</strong>ir audacity ; <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
allusions became so pointed at last, that <strong>the</strong> captain re:<br />
to put a stop to th m. <strong>The</strong> wool <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> lamb changed