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gun making. Jacquard's meditaled improve
ments involved expenses, even before the idea
was perfected sufficiently to work o single loom,
and poverty like an armed man came upon
him. Now, he realized the worth Of a good
wifo. Rose Claudine sold everything--her Or
naments, the two looms, the bad-all but the
cradle of theiglitte babe.
"What shall we do now, darling7" asked
jacquard, as he came home to the stripped and
naked apartments from which many comforts
had been wrested to pay the debts.
| Sho looked up with q smile that went to his
heart, though he could not return it-"I shall
make straw bonnets for NJ. Espan's manufao-
tory" she answered, cheerily.
She had eaten nothing that day, and her
child was asking the nourshmont she had not
to give. jacquard went out from her presence
with tears that would not be restrained.
"And have brought her, angel that sho is,
to this strait!'' be exclaimed. Glow cruel
have been to her whom 1 would have died
for I"
He was passing by lime-kiln at that mo-
ment, and the laborers were just returning
from their daily work. "Why could no. be-
come one of these?" he asked himself. APP
preaching one who seemed to be the master, he
asked if he needed help. The man looked
round upon his workmen, as if counting their
number.
"Yes-one more is necessary, but you do not
lOOh u0uCn ihe u
al can look like one tomorrow" was bis
reply.
"Come, then, tomorrow morning at seven,
and try your hand"
And he who had genius and talent which
might have placed him on the topmost round
of fortune, was condemned to the meanest en-
ployment with only the alternative of starving.
Seventeen years afterwards, the little child
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youth, with the talents Of his father and the
beauty of Rose Claudine. Father and son
were together in the Republican regiments,
marching toward the Rhine against the enemy
who had besieged and conquered Lyons. On
the banks Of that beautiful river, the boy was
struck by a cannon ball by the fathers side,
and jacquard, weary, exhausted and wounded,
lay for months in the hospital, waiting for
death to relieve him. Death came not. Time
and good constitution overoame all, and
jacquard returned to the home which he found
desolated. No one knew of Claudine. For a
time he feared that doubt and anxiety had put
an end to the life which was so precious to
him. He wandered through and around
! Lyons, to find the faded flower that had once
brought fragrance and beauty to his home.
One morning he strolled out to the suburbs
Passing bleaching ground covered with wet
| linen, his attention was attracted to the thin
uBuIO VI Il MOludu NuO was COulub IuTOuRu
the gateway with her basket. Their eyes met.
Sickness and sorrow had altered jacquard even
more than it had changed his wife--yet the
woman's heart recognized him first. 0, the
| joy of the meetingl Tho two poverty stricken,
haf-starved souls-theirs was indeed happi-
| ness.
She led him to her home-such home! A
hay-loft which a charitable farmer had given
her leave to take shelter in from the storms,
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| ing laundresses in hanging and spreading out
| their linen, procured her mOrsGl of bread.
"And when will Claude come homer" she
asked.
"My wife, my darling, ask me not for
| Claude, he answered, solemnly. "He is where
poverty nor sorrow will ever reach him more"
The mothers nature had not dropped entirely
even under the heavy loads it had borne.
| Now, it sunk, never to be renewed. A few
days in which they wept together over lost
| hopes--and tho mother lay down to die. He
laid her in her last resting-place, and then re-
| turned cad and alone to his old experiments.
| Working all day in q manufacturers loft, he
carved all night, with the exception Of a very
short sleep, the bobbins and pulleys of his con-
templated model. At Lest it was fnished-the
model placed in the Industrial Exhibition, the
bronze medal bestowed, aud success, fame aud
fortune awaited the silk weaver of Lyons.
The emperor saw his genius and rewarded it.
| pension of thousand crowns was granted
him, and Josephine herself wore splendid
brooade, which his own hands wove and pre-
sented to her. Amidst all the honors and re-
! wards that met him on every hand, his sole,
secret thought was this" Ny poor Claudinep'
He lived until his eighty second year, and
when he died, they raised q statue in one of
the public squares of the city to the memory OF
The Silk Weaver of Lyons.