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john3859 · Wysłany: Śro 10:13, 16 Mar 2011 Temat postu: The young man from New Orleans

was
talking with other men on the shore. Seeing the priest slowly coming
this
stranger approached to meet him.
You are connected with the mission here?" he inquired.
I--am.
Perhaps it is with you that Gaston Villere stopped?
The young man from New Orleans? Yes. I am Padre Ignazio.
Then you will save me a journey. I promised him to deliver these into
your own hands.
The stranger gave them to him.
A bag of gold-dust he explained yilai:
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dictation while he was dying. He lived scarcely an hour afterwards.
The stranger bowed his head at the stricken cry which his news
elicited from the priestwhoafter a few moments vain effort to speak
opened the letter and read:
MY DEAR FRIEND--It is through no man's fault but mine that I have
come to this. I have had plenty of luckand lately have been counting the
days until I should return home. But last night heavy news from New
Orleans reached meand I tore the pressed flower to pieces. Under the first
smart and humiliation of broken faith I was rendered desperateand picked
a needless quarrel. Thank Godit is I who have the punishment. My dear
friendas I lie hereleaving a world that no man ever lo