The country parson ; and Albert Savarus ; The peasantry . ough I looked full of life and health. When I stepped onboard the suffering ceased; I felt as if I were in France. Ah,monsieur! I have seen my mother and my brothers wife dieof grief. And then my grandfather and grandmother Tas-cheron died—died, dear M. Bonnet, in spite of the unheard-ofprosperity of Taseheronville. . Yes. Our father be-gan a settlement, a village in Ohio, and now the village is al-most a town. One-third of the land thereabouts belongs toour family, for God has watched over us all along, and thefarms have done well, our
The country parson ; and Albert Savarus ; The peasantry . ough I looked full of life and health. When I stepped onboard the suffering ceased; I felt as if I were in France. Ah,monsieur! I have seen my mother and my brothers wife dieof grief. And then my grandfather and grandmother Tas-cheron died—died, dear M. Bonnet, in spite of the unheard-ofprosperity of Taseheronville. . Yes. Our father be-gan a settlement, a village in Ohio, and now the village is al-most a town. One-third of the land thereabouts belongs toour family, for God has watched over us all along, and thefarms have done well, our crops are magnificent, and we arerich—so rich that we managed to build a Catholic whole town is Catholic; we will not allow any other wor-ship, and we hope to convert all the endless sects about us byour example. The true faith is in a minority in that drearymercenary land of the dollar, a land which chills one to thesoul. Still I would go back to die there sooner than do theleast harm here or give the slightest pain to the mother of. Tascherons sister clasped her hands at the sight of this ghost THE COUNTRY PARSON 237 our dear Francis. Only take me to the parsonage house to-night, dear M. Bonnet, so that I can pray awhile on his grave;it was just that that drew me here, for as I came nearer andnearer the place where he lies I felt quite a different , I did not believe I should feel so happy here Very well, said the cure; come, let us go. If at somefuture day you can come back without evil consequences, Iwill write to tell you, Denise; but perhaps after this visit toyour old home you may feel able to live yonder without suf-fering Leave this country now when it is so beautiful here!Just see what Mine. Graslin has made of the Gabou! sheadded, pointing to the moonlit lake. And then all thiswill belong to our dear Francis You shall not go, Denise, said Mme. Graslin, appear-ing in the stable doorway. Jean-Frangois Tascherons sister clasped her hands at thesi
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