"The last of his line," said the gossips.

His father lies under the floor of the St.
Louis Cathedral, with the wife of his youth on one side, and the wife of his old age on the other.

Old Jean visits the spot daily.

His half-brother--alas! there was a mystery; no one knew what had become of the gentle, young half brother, more than thirty years his junior, whom once he seemed so fondly to love, but who, seven years ago, had disappeared suddenly, once for all, and left no clew of his fate.
They had seemed to live so happily in each other's love.

No father, mother, wife to either, no kindred upon earth.