Delaware gazette. [volume] (Delaware, Ohio) 1855-1886, 1858-04-23
vol. XII.
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a ine aceueduct, almost entirely subterrane-
an, by which pure water is brought from the
little rivers Of Huyeaume and Juvet. But
this was not always the case. Look back
with me many many years, and viii show
you how i'll it used to be supplied with water
md how.in the fuliness of time IT came to be
otherwise.
Once upon time, know not exactly the
date, there dwelt IN Marseilles man named
Guyot, with his wife and one son. They
were but humble people; and at the time my
narrative begins the child lay sick Of fever,
his tongue cleaving to the roof of his mouth,
and his little hot hand pressed to his still hot
ter forhead. while he ceased not to cry in a
plaintiFe tone for draught OF water.
aAIas my child. said Madame Guyot in
reply to his moaning, ssyou know have told
you already the cistern is empty. Not a
drop of water have in the house. and | fear
all our neighbors are as badly off as our
selves. See, take draught of milk; have
nothing else TO give you.
mBut mother il is not like water replied
the boy "it makes me only the morethirsty
and almost chokes me it seems so thick;
while water is so cold and refreshes me for a
long time. But, alas! you have none to give
me. fit would bat rain, for am burning.
Oh, if were rich would care little for the
finest wines, if / had bat plenty OF fresh,
pure, cold water
Madam Guyot, with true maternal love,
strove to pacify the sufferer, and having sue
ceededdn partially relieving his cravings BY
means of q drauglt of water, which neigh
Dor, scarcely better off than herself, sent by
the. hand of her little daughter, be at length
slept. Even in his dreams, however, the
memory of his feverish longing haunted
him; and bis pIaintive cry for water, at oft
recurring intervals, brought tears tosthe mo-
theirs eyes; and she trod softly, dfeading 10
| awaken the boy. least by doing so she should
awaken his desires 10 a greater activity,
when she knew she was without the means
of satisfying them.
Seven years later, the feYer-atricien boy
had grown into a hne thoughtful youth Of six
teen. No longer dependent on his. parents,
| the young Jacques Gnyot cheeriullY peffor-
med his part in. gaining living One eve
! ming after returning from work. as Madam
Guyot was bnsiiy engaged in placing The
evening meal on the table, she said to her
son:
..Jaques, you must be content with less
than your usual quantity Of water to-night
for again the cislern is nearly dry.
II am sorry for that MOTHER replied Jac
Eques; ebut though we have often since beer
very scarce ofwater, at least we have neyel
y. wanted it SO badly as when j had the fever.
20, Jacques, can you never forget :hat!
eNever mother. No day passes but the
torture suffered then for 4 draughtof water
comes into my mind, and | envy no man hi
wealth in anything save his more abundan
supply Of that one good gift. Is there nj
way of relieving this want by which tht
poor Of Marseilies suffer SO much and 81
! oftenas'
ait is Just because the poor are those whf
suffer thai they must continue to do SO
wealth might remedy the evil answered hi
father.
elbow SOL" asked Jaques.
Easily enough. Only let an acfueduc
. be made to bring pure water from distan
s. riyer''
"What would that cost think you father1
"AIore money than yoa could eou Mt M
son, replied the elder Guyot; '.solet us
!, supper before it is as cold as the water yo
: : are always dreaming about
The meaAover, Jacques wandered in th
garden thoughtful and silent, but not unne
tieed by his parents. They eonversed in a
!. undertone about the extraordinary manne
: in which his mind dwelt on the night OF su
fering from thirst SO long gone by.
sit is strange . said Madam Guyot, s.ho'
/, the lad is always thinking of it. 4 quit
: feared to tell him how little water we ha
. lett tonight, for it seems to grieve and trol
: ble him SO much: not for ourselves alone b
s lest some poor unfortunate should have I
8 bear suferings like those he experience
# seven 1ongSyears ago
/ .:.Wen,'' replied the father, even that
E not the chief object of his anxiety"
q .sWhy, surely he does not fancy himse
in love yet!'' said madam GuYot in an a
i cent OF alarm. sour neighbor's daughtt
) Madeline. ..casts sleeps eyes at him knos
E young as he is; and Jacques often tells h
: how like a little angel she seemed to hi
r when her mother made her the bearer
n that draught of water. But if is donbtle
n only nonsense, for he is still a boy, aud ST
Ie isa year younger
III 81 was not thinking of Madeline, wife
"a replied Monsieur Guyot; '.in nay opinion o
q son jacques loves something else better ths
" all the dansels in thesworld-I mean none
IL He is always boarding every sou he can CO
4 leet, and trying, by all sorts of extra sers
Ie ces, to earn more than his daily wages; al
|oi almost fear he. will turn miser since
ID spends nothing he can avoid. :.
:. ssOh, il that be the case he is doubtle
IS thinking of some girl, and trying to save
&. gainst the time when he is old enough
Is marry; but he'sn good YOUTH added Ma
tA am GuYot, at the thought of having a riv
A. in the love of her only child.
II esAh, wife, replied the husband, '.you a
\. almost Jealous of little Madeline, bnt remet
10 Der you cannot always expect to keep Il
n one lame of yours always at your side; a
n I say that if the thought of having some d
% TO provide Cor wife makes the lad SO /
lof wing, for one am well content.
10 The return of Jacques here stopped
4 conversation. Hours after his parents we
81 at resi-, the youth SAT- by the lattice in
III little chamber. A iuxufians vine hung o.
he / the easement, and waving backwards a
DIV for,0 ard ia the moonlight, cast fantas
,sa shadows on the wall. Little knew the
ia rents of Jacques by what strong feelings
IL, was actuated, though both were in P
m fright, the father in speaking of his aim
f Ii misery habits. the mother in believing t
too her son loved Madeline.
Thevouth possessed one oftiaose thoug
fnlnatures which becomes old too soon;
those who wonder az love in boy of 5
ind teen, mAst remember that in southern Fra
his the blood runs warmer than in our cold
ich mate. It was indeed wondef!ul how ne
the why's thought OF Madeline in connect
ms; with that night of feverish agony--hew
ess a ministeriug angel the child had scenes