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his body bruised and sore. Never had he
disputed soHte with so mucliperseverance.
Alter having enieavored to cheek the
throbbings OF his heart by stretching him
self upon the cold ground, he rose up, and
began to run towards brook, which sep
arated the commune of Stival from that
of Pontivy. Already he saw the willows
which bordcrcd it, his heart began to beat
less painfully, when he fancied he heard
behind him the dull and peculiar noise
which the steps of man makes when hc
runs bare-footcd. lie turned round, and
he perceived through the obscurity of the
fog shadow Advancing rapidly toward
him.
Then the old SouieW's heart tremblel,
for he felt himself now too weak to defend
himself, and he was too far off to hope for
assistance from his friends and partizans.
He determined to fly, summoning to his
aid all his remaining strength; he made for
the rvulct, which was but a short distance
off, but the noise of the steps at his heels
became every instant more diStinct-the
deep bicathings of lis pursucr were now
| heard, he made a last effort, lie touched
the willows-his feet were already in the
water-he heard cry behind him-an eX
clamation which he Immediately rccosni-
zcl Oh that he could clear with sin
gle bound the short space which remain
cl to lc overcomc-but stiffened by ia
tiguc he fell heavily upon the sharp stones
which formed the bed of the stream; at the
same instant knee pressed against his
chest, and the figure of Per Marker ovel
him, with his blinded eye and toothless
mouth, scowling, in a terrific manner
BY an instructive movement Francois
stretched his hand toward the left bank
for that side was the commune of Ponti
: Wy, and if he touched it he was saved; bu
the peasant Per Marker had seized tina
hand within his iron grasp.
Though art in Stival, citizen said he
| have right to thee
, Let me go cried the citizen.
Give me the Soale,' vocitcratcd PEI
Here it is, loosen me now, then, return
, ed Francois.
Thou still owest me something, citi
' zen
| What do ! owe thcc?'
= THY eye shontcd Per- thy eye an
= in voci.erating these words, he closed hi
fist, struck and struck till he had demo
1 ishcd the left eye of Francois.
$ Let go, assassin' cried the latter.
: Thou owcSt me still something, cit
# zcn-thy teeth!
If Hardly ha these words been spoke
S when the front teeth of the Pontivian fc
e broken down his throat Then tuliol
, dclirium took possession of the terocou
= peasant Holding under his left arm Il
| head o.! Francois. he proceeded to hammc
his skull with his i,'on-shod shoe whic
| he held in his isright hand. This, no doub
4 lasted some time, for the following da,
$ they found the body of Francois near II
e rivulct, terribly dis!igured, and giving II
c signs of life. Such, however, was IL
It strength Of the old souteW that he rcturnc
o to lite; but it became necessary to trcpa
. him, and since that day he remained biin
e of an eye and utterly imbccile.
h Per Marker being subsequently tried
i the assizcs gave 10 other answer to Il
f questions Of the presiding judge than tn
e Francois, of Pontivy was in Stival VIII,
It he overlook him, and that it was in til
e manner that they played the same OF Il
Il o0,tlc.
t He was acquitted. but the soales we
y forbidden.