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Show discover mo. You have uo possible means of identifying mo. However, your mother encase this ye-. she must know. Perhaps lnr chilli e:tn find her in spite of all. but then il will l loo l:ti' for your vengeance." Tim letter is unsigned. Wilhitwas the original document certifying to the maniairo of Itosaire's mother and father. Mr. Kosaire will make rverv effort to tind hit uiolher, and will search all Catholic convents ihrnnghoti. thin country. His intert In the authorship of thin letter it evofdisdowed by his de-ire to learn the w hereabout of hi ' mother and of the rest mi? place of his dead father. A YuUNG m LIFE. The History of His Birth Laid Bare and Smacks Considerably of 1 Romance. STOLEN WHEN HE WAS A BABE. An Unsuccessful Lover of His Mother Was the Kidnapper The Abduct- or's Story. Ciiicauo. 111., Aug. 7. An nuony-mous nuony-mous letter, written in French, w as delivered de-livered to Mr, Claude He-aire, a young gentleman of 27, residing in handsome apartments on the West Side in this city, and its contents revealed to him his parentage aud mysterious ireum-stauces ireum-stauces connected with his life, matters which had been previously a hidden secret to him. Mr. Kosaire has for several sev-eral J ears been a resident ol Chicago, and recently graduated from the school of elocution iu connection with the Chicago Chi-cago Athemeum. He has for three years held a position in the Chicago board of trade. Tho story of Mr. Kosaire is a curious one, in which sorrow and vanity are strangely mingled. From tho earliest, lime In his life of which he has recollection, recol-lection, lie lived with a well-to-do Canadian Ca-nadian family in a small lowu iu southeastern south-eastern Michigan, and was brought up to bclievo that he was nn only child of the family. Ho was treated lu every way as such, until, as narrated in tho letter which follows below.his supposed father, iu a fit of anger, declared that he was a natural son, an announcement which so keenly affected his sensitive disposition that he left his homo nover lo return. .That was in his 2;lrd year. His life from that moment mo-ment until tho receipt of the letter last week was full of tuiserablo uncertainty, which he succeeded iu covering from tho notice of his nciUaiulances by a persistent attention to thu work ami study which he hud undertaken. No satisfactory explanation, ludeed no explanation ex-planation whatever, of the vague charge made against him by his foster-father foster-father came to clear the mystery In which it enveloped him until the letter made the history of his life less of an enigma than It had been. This is a literal lit-eral translation of tho letter: "I write this under the inspiration of the moment, although tt Is but the question ques-tion of a few moments, for my physicians physic-ians suy I can not live moro than two months. Two year ago you recited at the hospital of St. Luke. I was In the audience. I recognized you ut once, but, although 1 had been looking for you for three years, I was not satisfied to find you again. Besides, I had been cured of my sickness. People like myself my-self do not suffer with remorse only in the valley of the darkness of death. "First, you nro legitimate and the child of mairiiige. 1 can lint keep tho secret because lean not retain life much longer, and because all human vengeance venge-ance seems useless. 1 can reveal to you almost all your life. You think that no one in your present life knowsanything about you but yourself, and you have shut them in the bottom of your heart. 'To make sure that the t hings I am about to tell you are true, li.-V'ii:" "Until tho (it h of October, you believed be-lieved yourself the son of George Latham, of L , Mich. In a moment of great anger he told you that you were a natural son. That night you left aud have never spoken oue to the other since. They believe you dead. George Latham, I am sure, believe you to be w hat he has said, but he regrets re-grets bitterly that he has betrayed the contidence of his sister. "I am going to tell you about your family. Your grand mot her, the mother of your mother, was the Duchess Duch-ess de Saint Allaizo, of Norinandie. Her marriage was very miserable, the Duke deSaint Allaizo being well known. After having spent the fortune of your grandmother he commenced against her a suit for divorce. Having lost love ami courage, the duchess lied lo America, taking with Iter her only child, a babyyour mother, Victoria de Saint Allaize. But a little while after her arrival in America the duchess entered the convent of the l'u,,i;ud at Vf.li- (Irti-nnii u here she died live years later. Her child, Victoria, Vic-toria, remained In the care of the ais-tcr ais-tcr until the aire of 1H. when her ((real talent for music caused the Mother Superior to have her cIioomi between the world and the convent. During her probation she met and loved u confederate soldier by the name of Claude Hector Bonaire. 'This man, your father, was also of French extraction, extrac-tion, tracing his French blood from his great grand laihi-r, who was a Creole. On the fith of October, IWI, they vtcre married, as you will see by the inclosed certilicate. 'immediately they lied to j ( anada. j ' Now. this man Ko'-.iire was not the only man w ho loved Victoria de Saint Allaise, but bo was th only man she lo'.cd. He never psrdojied them, and j followed them as a hunting dog would, j fn May of the next year vou were born in jiicb"c. Three' weeks after your; birth I stole you from your nurse ud carried yon to ihe south ot Ontario, among acclony of Canadian Quaker.' Marguerite became your foster mother. No matter how, some women love strangely. Then I returned to Quebec lo seek my revenge. It arrived, but with little' satisfaction. Your father, erased with grief on account nf your loss, threw himself from the head of the fort. I was waiting for Victoria to follow fol-low me, but she was made of iron. She came and went with a faee of iron, nod then suddenly and mysteriously disappeared. disap-peared. I never found traced her. She must have entered a convent, for ! ouiy tho- walls could elude my ven- j geanee. "I can not write more because I will not. 1 bate you as 1 hated her. I hare greatly rujoyed to w e you atrine. knowing that it was useless, for nyr maledictions rest on the fruit of their marriage. I am foolish to talk of the stain that is on you, but a man has two ; naMires, and I can nit resist my lelter nature which compels me to try to repair re-pair the wrong clone you, if it is -iiie. Beside, there re moments j when I am really and profoundly x n-( n-( itent. and il is in ie h momenta that I J write this. You will never be able to |