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DEPTH OF A MOTHER’S LOVE.
AN ORIGINAL TALE.
( Continued from our last Number.)
eanwhile the day of‘
the fete has come.
The ample saloon
is decked out with
rich drapery, the air
is laden with per-
?“ fumes; the guests
arrive, the conver-
sation’ grows ani-
. fggmated, lively sallies
" circulate, and Ma-
‘ dame Becliart is in
,’ all her glory. And
3 oftliis apparent joy,
$513‘ a penetrating eye
‘ “2 could detect upon
her brow the traces
’ I of a vague disqui-
‘- 3'&f;g etude, such as is
‘ g W “a:..,.v,;,,;...r.’.."5-‘ sometimes felt upon
the eve of great events, but for which no cause
can be assigned. Was it a childish fear, or
was it a premonition from heaven? Madame
Bechart could not have answered the question.
Be it what it might, all her efforts to shake it
off, were fruitless.
All is ready; the guests take their place.
M. Becliart appears, having M. Blane on his
right and the Doctor on his left. His extreme
paleness, and certain discolored lines upon his
brow, were the subject of general remark, and
caused considerable uneasiness. He appeared
to be suffering much; his eyes were livid and
sunken, his lips and checks contracted by pain,
and his whole frame shook. g
The company took their seats. ‘ Bcehart
remained standing; he surveyed for the last
indignation, and disgust was in his look. With
a fixed but hollow eye he gazed upon his
wife, who grew pale and was unable to stand
his look. At length in a sepnlchral voice he
broke silence, in these words; “ Madame, you
promised me a doctor to effect my cure, and I
have invited one ; and in case you should not
make good your promise, I have sent for a
priest to be ready in the hour of need: here
The sick man here exhibited symptoms of
weakness, and the Doctor begged him to be
“Come. M. Bechart,” said Captain Kepell,
“make an effort, shake off these foolish fears,
be gay, and cheer up your guests.”
“Whether it will cheer up my guests, I
know not! but I have a word to say that will
case my own heart. It is now upwards of fit?
teen years since a young man, who had al-
lowed the love of riches to occupy his heart,
to the exclusion of every noble feelittg, aban-
doned his poor inother, deaf to her cries and
tears, and started into the world to make his
fortune. He succeeded: but he forgot his
mother-his mother, who had watched over
him with all a parent’s love! He was ungrate-1
ful, true; but as yet he had no other crime
upon his soul. If afterwards he plunged into
guilty excesses, it is to your counsels and ex-
ample, Captain Ke ell, that he owes his ruin.
Do you recollect tlie day when you saw'lim1
for the first time at the port of this city? “I33
was ft fatal day for him, for on that Q3)’ 1”’ be’
came your friend. Fearful friendslnpl
“At that time he had gone astrayv b”,”‘C lmd
not forgotten the right path: llC]ll1’ld?lll1.'50m‘0
good sentiments at heart, some me . or tirttte,
some fear of God. You robbed him of all;
throuah you he has become ati outcast to vir-
tuc, t3 every good ‘feeling!
“ To complete his misery, there wanted but
one curse-but, M. Blane, you have told me
that she never ceased to bless me. Oh ! repeat
to me those words, tell me that you do not
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