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Chapter NumberIII
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Full Date1884-07-12
Page Number44
Word Count628
Last Corrected0000-00-00
Newspaper TitleAdelaide Observer (SA : 1843 - 1904)
Trove TitleA Boy's Fortune. A Story for Children
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[Translated from the French by Dieudonned




When he had shut the door of the room Madame Ddmare listened to the sound of his

footsteps until she could hear them no longer. Then joining her hands, "May God bless you, dear child," she said, raising her eyes to heaven, "and one day reward you as you

deserve to be rewarded."

After having uttered this prayer, which came from the bottom of her afflicted heart, she went on with her work.

It was a veil which she was embroidering and for which she was to be paid eighteen francs, and we know that she was in a hurry

to finish it.

She had been at work for nearly two hours when Bhe thought she heard Robert coming quickly up the stairs. Surprised and a little uneasy at finding him return so soon, she hurried to open the door for him although he had a key, and he entered out of breath.

" Grandmother, grandmother 1" he cried, throwing himself on a chair, "I can hardly breathe, because I have run so far."

" What is the matter with you ? What has happened to you ? No misfortune I hope," said Madame D^mare, trembling.

"Quite the contrary; I have found a pocket-book 1"

" A pocket-book ?"

" And in it there is a large bundle of papers of a different colour, but which are like tnoae which you changed last year, do you re

member ?"


" That's it; here they are. Look."

And Robert took the pocket-book from his pocket, and gave it to her.

"Divine goodness!" cried Madame D£mare, "there are Bank-notes of one thousand francs each! One, four, eight—there are ten here!"

" Ten thousand francs!" cried Robert, jumping in the air. This fortune has been sent us from heaven 1"

"To return to its owner, Robert," said Madame Ddmare, gravely.

These words soon calmed the transport of joy of the poor child.

"It is true; you are right," he replied, sadly. " This pocket-book does not belong to us; no doubt some one has lost it."

"And such a loss might ruin a whole family," said Madame Demare, "To lose

ten thousand francs all at once 1 What a blow for the poor people I And particularly if they have children," said the unhappy woman, sighing.

" But we do not know to whom they be long," replied Robert. "How are we to return them ?"

" We can have them advertised, but then the advertisement might cost too much,"

"But the contents of the pocket book would pay for that."

" Undoubtedly; hut first let us see if it contains no clue—exactly—a letter, and some visiting cards M. Saint-Aubin, Bou levard Mont Marte, No. 9"

"It is not far from here," interrupted Robert, " I will run there at once."

" It would not be prudent for you to take the pocket-book with you," said Madame Ddmare; " you will simply ask for M. Saint Aubin. and yon will give him my address, and tell him that if he comeB here he will hear of something of importance to him."

" And he will come quickly you may be


'* Yes; but I wish to be sure that I do not give such a large sum to any one but the


" I should think not. He ought to tell us exactly what the pocket-book contains. When we find a knife or anything we are not foolish enough to cry out,' Who has lost a knife?' We say,' Wno has lost any

thing?' "

"Exactly. Do not lose a minute, dear child; go quickly."