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ment (o let yon accomplish (hut, act, <strong>of</strong> devotion, <strong>of</strong> w<br />
sacrifice that God certainly requires <strong>of</strong> you since He )<br />
h::B inspired it. No, I should not be lews resigned, less strong<br />
and courageous than Joseph's mo<strong>the</strong>r my dear, noble sist v.<br />
And, Vict<strong>or</strong>, my 4ear son, if your devotion should only bo<br />
crowned in heaven ; if <strong>the</strong> most painful <strong>of</strong> all trials w<strong>or</strong>e im-<br />
posed on me, I'd still esteem myself Lappy to be <strong>the</strong> mo<strong>the</strong>r <strong>of</strong><br />
a martyr. But, as you say, my po<strong>or</strong> child, I fenr you can't ob-<br />
tain your fa<strong>the</strong>r's consent. He doesn't understand, like us,<br />
<strong>the</strong> duties, <strong>the</strong> sacred mission, <strong>the</strong> will <strong>of</strong> God imposes on . yo<br />
Be assured, <strong>the</strong>n, my sou, <strong>of</strong> all <strong>the</strong> goodness and indulgonco<br />
<strong>of</strong> God, who will certainly exhibitHin satisfaction at your good<br />
in eutions, your generous idmegatii n, nnd will not demand<br />
from you an account <strong>of</strong> that vow your fa<strong>the</strong>r's wishes shall<br />
"<br />
have prevented you accomplishing.<br />
" <strong>The</strong>n <strong>the</strong> justice <strong>of</strong> God will weigh heavily on my fa<strong>the</strong>r.<br />
Oh !<br />
I would a hundred times ra<strong>the</strong>r be <strong>the</strong> only one to expiate,<br />
<strong>the</strong> only one to suffer."<br />
"<br />
Well, my dear Vict<strong>or</strong>, let UR redouble our zeal, piety and<br />
ferv<strong>or</strong>, every time we pray f<strong>or</strong> <strong>the</strong> salvation, <strong>the</strong> conversion <strong>of</strong><br />
your fa<strong>the</strong>r. Oh ! <strong>the</strong> L<strong>or</strong>d will at length be touched by so<br />
many prayers, so many tears we will ; triumph, my son a ;<br />
secret hope tells me so."<br />
<strong>The</strong> young man seemed to reflect f<strong>or</strong> an instant, observing a<br />
pr<strong>of</strong>ound silence ; suddenly, trembling and raising his head<br />
lie cried :<br />
'<br />
Mo<strong>the</strong>r I must I ought to go !"<br />
" But your fa<strong>the</strong>r f<strong>or</strong>bids yon. Where is <strong>the</strong>n your resolu-<br />
tion ? Will you persist in braving <strong>the</strong> paternal auth<strong>or</strong>ity ?"<br />
"Oh ! certainly not. Bi.t thi< consent, I feel I ought to ob-<br />
tain it at any price. Mo<strong>the</strong>r, I must go, I ninst ; God calls<br />
me. All ! if I could tell you everything ! But no it is a se-<br />
;<br />
me, this is bad, this is unheard <strong>of</strong>, and above all very cruel !<br />
My child, my beloved son, give me what belongs to me, give<br />
me my part, let me lighten your burden <strong>or</strong> share your pniu. "<br />
" Well," replied <strong>the</strong> young man resolutely, " since yon wish<br />
it, mo<strong>the</strong>r, you shall know all. Listen, dear mo<strong>the</strong>r, and<br />
when you'll know you'll blame me no longer." And here lie<br />
bent over close to his mo<strong>the</strong>r's face, and blushingly i:* in-mured<br />
Bfmo w<strong>or</strong>ds in a low, tender, and almost inaudible voice.<br />
His mo<strong>the</strong>r's countenance beamed with <strong>the</strong> light <strong>of</strong> heavenly<br />
joy ; a look <strong>of</strong> ecstasy and love glanced through her tearful<br />
eyis, and doubtless reached, through <strong>the</strong> azure depths, <strong>the</strong><br />
throne <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Divine Majesty.<br />
"<br />
Oh, Vict<strong>or</strong>, my dear sou ! Oh<br />
has given me !<br />
!<br />
.1 n 1 1 /:/./: x. i ci; ll<br />
what a treasure heaven<br />
Yes, my dear son, yon shall go, even if your<br />
mo<strong>the</strong>r were to address her last prayers to heaveu, and shed<br />
her last tears f<strong>or</strong> you !"<br />
And, pressing him to her heart, she imprinted on his brow<br />
<strong>the</strong> holiest, <strong>the</strong> tenderest, and sweetest <strong>of</strong> holy maternal kis-es.<br />
" Alas !" resumed <strong>the</strong> young man sadly, " my fa<strong>the</strong>r will<br />
hj'll keep his w<strong>or</strong>d."<br />
not consent ;<br />
" God will help us ; we'll unite our prayers, my son. I'll<br />
undertake to speak to him to renew ; your entreaties. GoJ<br />
will i!o <strong>the</strong> rest ; confidence, my child, and good hope. Go,<br />
now, and rest yourself and resign yourself to <strong>the</strong> protection <strong>of</strong><br />
God and your mo<strong>the</strong>r's eff<strong>or</strong>ts."<br />
Madame M<strong>or</strong>ren had no doubt presumed too much on <strong>the</strong><br />
influence she <strong>or</strong>dinarily exercised over her husband's mind.<br />
M. M<strong>or</strong>ren remained deaf to all arguments; indifferent to all<br />
reasonings, insensible to all prayers.<br />
" Such is my will ; my resolution is immovable," he re-<br />
1 in a determined tone. " Let Vict<strong>or</strong> cease to solicit me ;<br />
let him be resigned ; I'll never, never, consent to this de-<br />
parture."<br />
And Vict<strong>or</strong> appeared to be resigned, and ceased to imp<strong>or</strong>tune,<br />
his fa<strong>the</strong>r. But a few days had not passed by when <strong>the</strong><br />
wearied look <strong>of</strong> his young face betrayed <strong>the</strong> fatal traces <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> >se<br />
secret pangs, those holy, saddening aspiration;;. <strong>The</strong> young<br />
man with <strong>the</strong> I rosy<br />
.. he brilliant tin; gJU, light,<br />
'ul, yet robust i. ,c phiee to a sad<br />
dreamer, a fr il exilo who seemed drooping towards th<br />
)!' <strong>the</strong> tomb. Now this complete change, as sudden as<br />
IVarl ill, naturally could not ( r;,; ,. !t fa<strong>the</strong>r's eye. Tho old<br />
man I grew anxious, afllieiiV, and yi would not give in.<br />
"<br />
My consent " No, never ! never !<br />
" he repeated after each<br />
new terr<strong>or</strong>, each new grief. Indeed, could a skeptical and in-<br />
different, incredulous and unbelieving fa<strong>the</strong>r, consent <strong>of</strong> himself<br />
to <strong>the</strong> accomplishment <strong>of</strong> that suen.'a-e <strong>of</strong> an only and<br />
tenderly loved sou ou <strong>the</strong> altar <strong>of</strong> faith and love ?<br />
CHAPTER V.<br />
THE DEPABTtTKE.<br />
<strong>The</strong> much-desired day at length dawned. It wan one <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
calmest, purest, <strong>the</strong> sun had ever ad<strong>or</strong>ned with its radiant<br />
light.<br />
<strong>The</strong> whole village <strong>of</strong> Schrambeck was en fete. From <strong>the</strong><br />
trees overshadowing <strong>the</strong> great market-place depended <strong>the</strong><br />
Belgian tricol<strong>or</strong>, <strong>or</strong> Pontifical banners displaying on a white<br />
ground <strong>the</strong> Tiara and Cross-keys. <strong>The</strong> facades <strong>of</strong> several<br />
buildings and some large houses were dec<strong>or</strong>ated with devices<br />
expr 'ssive <strong>of</strong> joy and prosperity to <strong>the</strong> defenders <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Holy<br />
Fa<strong>the</strong>r. Some <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>-townsfolk were putting <strong>the</strong> last finishing<br />
touch to <strong>the</strong> dec<strong>or</strong>ations <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>ir dwellings; o<strong>the</strong>rs, including<br />
several <strong>of</strong> our old acquaintances, were assembled near <strong>the</strong><br />
<strong>church</strong> do<strong>or</strong> exchanging comments and reflections.<br />
" What are <strong>the</strong>y waiting f<strong>or</strong> so loi-g ? <strong>The</strong>y ought to be here<br />
already," declared <strong>the</strong> hostess <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Cross-bow.<br />
cret that belongs not to me alone that I me into <strong>the</strong> tomb."<br />
ought to bear with<br />
Madame M<strong>or</strong>ren here fixed a glance<br />
ment upon her son.<br />
"<br />
What, Vict<strong>or</strong> ! secrets from your<br />
<strong>of</strong> pr<strong>of</strong>ound astonish-<br />
mo<strong>the</strong>r ! Oh ! believe<br />
"Bah ! <strong>the</strong>y can't be long now," replied <strong>the</strong> rural guard.<br />
"<br />
Half an hour ago I saw Martin, happy as a king and newly<br />
accoutred, going into Madame Van Duel's."<br />
"Was his mo<strong>the</strong>r with him ?" asked <strong>the</strong> baker's wife.<br />
" Not a doubt <strong>of</strong> it," replied <strong>the</strong> blacksmith.<br />
"<br />
Truly that<br />
old Teresa is a brave woman."<br />
"She's a good soul any way," said Wouters, <strong>the</strong> carpenter.<br />
"But, don't yon know Madame Van Dael and Joseph spared<br />
neith; r applications, trouble, n<strong>or</strong> eff<strong>or</strong>ts to get that po<strong>or</strong> old<br />
Teresa into <strong>the</strong> alms-house ? It's certainly a great happiness<br />
f<strong>or</strong> her; she has now an asylum and a m<strong>or</strong>sel <strong>of</strong> bread f<strong>or</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
rest <strong>of</strong> her days."<br />
" Indeed those Van Daels are excellent peop'e," continued<br />
"<br />
<strong>the</strong> blacksmith, Sus. If I could be any use whatever to <strong>the</strong><br />
lady, in Joseph's absenca, she may count on me; I am entirely<br />
devoted to her.<br />
her."<br />
<strong>The</strong>re's nothing I'm not ready to do to pie se<br />
" What a pity Vict<strong>or</strong> M<strong>or</strong>ren can't accompany <strong>the</strong>m !" sighed<br />
old fa<strong>the</strong>r John. "<strong>The</strong> po<strong>or</strong> lad would have given his right<br />
hand to obtain his fa<strong>the</strong>r's consent; but that stubb<strong>or</strong>n old<br />
M<strong>or</strong>ren wouldn't listen to him." 'Twas Joseph told me, f<strong>or</strong> he<br />
got a letter from his cousin, who'd be here now rejoicing, and<br />
ready to go,<br />
if his fa<strong>the</strong>r -were m<strong>or</strong>e tractable.<br />
" Here <strong>the</strong>y are ! here <strong>the</strong>y are !" suddenly shouted <strong>the</strong><br />
spectat<strong>or</strong>s grouped in <strong>the</strong> high street <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> village. F<strong>or</strong><br />
Madame Van Dael approached with Joseph and Mary, Tere.sa<br />
following with her son Martin.<br />
Tho young volunteers were received with clapping <strong>of</strong> hands<br />
as well as vociferous and sympa<strong>the</strong>tic acclamations. OKI<br />
Pierre Piquet, who had made his way to <strong>the</strong> front, applauded<br />
witli all his vig<strong>or</strong>, to show <strong>the</strong> ( sincerity f his enthusi:.<br />
"Bravo ! Joseph, bravo! Martin; you're an hon<strong>or</strong> to Schrambeck<br />
!"<br />
"Indeed, my friends, you're too good beluve ; me, we don't<br />
deserve such hon<strong>or</strong>;" said young Van Dael, c<strong>or</strong>diully shaking<br />
hands with Piquet and his honest companions.<br />
" You deserve much m<strong>or</strong>e," responded Piquet iu a determined<br />
tone. "I served under Napoleon, and you know I'm