American citizen. [volume] (Canton, Miss.) 1851-1863, 1863-03-13
THREE DAYS OF oaLLor.s LIFE.
From tie French Of Anedsc De Bust.

One dark, cold night, near Christmas, a
man covered with rags, and followed by
young girl, whose dress scarcely better
than his. were seen wandering slowly along
the highway of one of the fauboargs of
Nanci. The weathercocks Of the citizens
houses, aud the tin signs of the inns creaked
in the north wind, which blew with impetu-
oSity-
sMy poor Janina," said the mendicant
turAing towards his companion, chow you
must suffer, you, so young aud so frail -
lie stopped before house of modest APP
pearance: Here, indeed said he sis the
dwelling they poinsed out to me. Knock at
the door, Janina, knock without fear, it is
the house of friend
The young girl raised the brass knooker of
the door, let it fall twice, and soon an old
hoasemaid carrying lamp appeared on the
threshold. What do you want2 said she
in dry voice
Does Mr. Cabot live here y said the old
man, in a Lord and sonorous tone.
Yes replied the old woman in sniky
tone. What do You want of him2 He is
busy at work. and mas no time to speak to all
those who come to beg at his door. Say,
what do you wantl
do not come to beg, my good woman,
said the old man, raising proudly his head,
covered with white hair. No, | do not
come TO beg. l wish to speak TO your mas
ter, who was formerly my friend, my protege,
almost my child
The old servant, who was little rough in
her way, stammered some excuses, and intro
duced the strangers into a work shop, where
four young men were working silently and
with ardor.
BE seated, my good people, said she,
handing each of them black and shiny
stool am going to call the gentleman, aud
he Will be here presently
Indeed, Janina aud her father had hardly
time to look around the room at the magnifi-
cent engrayings which ornamented it, when
Callot entered. The old man went straight
to him.
Twenty four years of absence have not
perhaps effaced from your memory the fea-
lures of an ancient friend, Monsieur Cabot p
said the old man, raising himself with pride.
Do you recognize me 7?
Cabot, with an artists eve, had already
surveyed the figure of the stranger
- You are Haben- Kali, cried he, opening
his arms to the mendicant; you are that
generous chiefLsf the Bohemians who served
me a father and guide in my first voyage
to Italy
The same, replied the old man, pressing,
in his turn, Cabot to his bosom, and here is
my daughter my only child
What beautiful crea.urel' cried Callot,
saluting the young girl. Bat how happy |
am my dear Haben, to see you ia my house
Why did You not come sooner to visit me ?
Am | not wanderer like you2 And he
pressed the old mans hand affectionately.
Ia the meantime the five children of Callot
entered: Joseph and Mark, the two sons !;
Ursule, Cecilia, and Csrissa, the three
daughters. On the invitation of their father,
they embraced Habeu-Kalil and Janina, and
they acquitted themselves of this duty with
the effusion of good hearts.
1t is well, my children, it is WE'LL said
Collot, aud now listen to me. You have
often heard me say that | have experienced
cruel alternatives of good and evil in my
youth the time has come for me to tell you
in few words my history. My father, my
dear children, was gentleman, and he had
also very important Office at the court of
our Duke. He wished to make me soldier.
captain, cornet, which knew and had
a taste only for the arts One day without
money, without bread, and almost without
clothes, left my fathers house. | Travelled
over France, often asking aims. Finally, at
Lyons, | met company of men who
called in Spain GitaRos, and in France Bohe-
midas. Weakened by fatigue, and dying of
hunger, | made up my mind, not without ex-
periencing secret terror, to ask of them
help and protection. These men were going
to Italy, the lard of promise to me. Their
chief accepted me, supported me during the
voyage. and, when arrived at Florence,
where | could earn my living, he gave me a
ducat of gold and five half ducats of silver to
supply my first wants this was nil he had.
Thus began my fortune. Well my chill
dren, this chief of the Bohemians, this pro-
tector, this guide of youT father, is the old
man whom you see before you'
Old Hahen- Kali and his daughter were
overwhelmed with the caresses of Cailot and
his children, and they sat down at the same
table for the evening repast.
Soon, at signal from Callot, the children
retired, and left the engrayer alone with Ha-
ben and Janiua.
James then said the old Bohemian to his
host, / thank you for the good reception
which you have given me. Now | must tell
you what came here for
Speak, Haben, speak" said Callot, with
eagerness.
James replied the Bohemian, in solemn
tone, / came to confide my daughter to you;
will you be father to her 2
II will, | will cried the artist. Stay
with me, yourself; God bless the great fam
lily
NY dear James, replied the old man, /
accept your benefcence for my daughter;
but ought not cannot enjoy it. You know,
James, that / am the chief of prosecuted,
unhappy race, without country, without sun,
and without repose; it is necessary that
should share until the last sigh of my life, its
/ wish to snatch my only child from this per-
ilous existence
Janina fell at the knees of her father she'd
ding tears and crying - Ny father. my
fatherl you, SO old what will become of
you p
No weakness, my daughter, interrupted
the Bohemian; you know my resolutions,
they are irrevocable. I have only few days
to live. it is necessary that ] should conse
crate them TO my nation.
Then turning towards Callot, whose eyes
were bathed with tears
James, said he, excuse the prayer which
/ address to yon 2
The artist made reply; sobs snffocated
him he only made an affirmative sign of the
head.
James. here is your daughter; Janina,
henceforth here is your father Alden,
Jamest adisu, JanHar
And, taking his stat from corner, after