Orleans independent standard. [volume] (Irasburgh, Vt.) 1856-1871, 1866-01-03

"a fine nights work for a little
birdw
"Yes; but the Borgnesse, seeing
this"
with one eye?" said the Chou
rineur, laughing.
"With one eye, as you say, since she
only had one; seeing this she always
took good care to give me a beating
before she placed me on the Pont-
Neuf, that [ might excite compassion
by my tears, and thus augment my re-
ceipts." "That wasn't t!so stupidr'
Eyes you think so, Chourineur. [
become accustomed to the blows ;
and seeing that La Chouette was al
ways enraged when l did not weep, to
revenge myself, the more she beat me,
the more | laughed and in the even
ing, instead Of sobbing when l sold
my barley-sugar, | sung like a lark,
although | hardly had the heart to
sing" "But tell me-barley-sugar ;
had you never any desire to taste
them, my poor Goualeusew p
"Oh, | guess so, Chourineur! but
[ had never tasted them; it was my
great desire. And it was this desire
that ruined me; you shall know how.
One day, returning with my worms,
some boys beat me, and stole my
basket. | retrned-I knew what |
had to expect: Ireceived my beating,
and no bread. At night, the Borg
nesse, before we went to the bridge
furious at my conduct the night be-
fore, and to put me in the way of
weeping, tore my hair out by handuls
just about the temples, where it is
most painful .
Thunder and lightning! that was
too much" cried the bandit, striking
his fists on the table, and knitting his
brows: "whip a child, well enough
but to tear out hair! too much toe
much !"
RodoIphe, who h a & attentively
listened to the tale Of Fleur de Marie
looked at the Chomineur with aston
ishment; this burst Of sensibilitv sur
prised him. What is the matter
Chourineur ?" said he. "What is the
matter? what is the matter? how
are you not Mortified at this story
that monster of a Chouette, (owl.
who so i'll treated this poor child
You are, then, as hard-hearted as
your fists = "Contjnue, my girl,
said Rodolphe, without replying to
the interpolation Of the Chourineur.
"As | told YOU, La Chouette (owl
tortured me to make me weep; il
only gave me resolution to make heI
mad; | began to laugh, and | went of
to the bridge with my barley-sugar
/ La Borgncsse was at her store, and
from time to time she shook her fists
at me. Then, instead of weeping,
sang louder and louder: but oh!
was very hungry. for six months
that l had sold barley-sugar | haC
never tasted one; but that night
asmuch to enrage heras for my hunger
tasted one.
Bravo. my dcarw i tasted two.
Bravo! Nive la charte ~ Marry
found it very good when an orange
woman cried out to La Borgnesse,
say, La Chouette, look! look! Peg
roitte is eating yom stock?
oh thunder! we are going to have
warm work, said the Chourinem
singularly interested. Poor LITTLE
mouse, how it must have nemblet
when La Chouette sawit ehH
How did you get out Of the scrapo
my poor Goualeuse 2 said RodOlphc
as much interested as the ChOurinem
'Ah, marry thatwas rather difficult
only what was very droll, addeC
Marie, laughing, was that La Borg
nesSe, Notwithstanding her rage, coulC
not leave her store; for Ia future {
sort of fry) was frying famou8ly.'
Ha! ha ha true; rather a diff
cult position, said the Chourinem
shouting with laughter. After havin
partaken of the hilarity Of the bandit
Marie continued:
My faith! thinking of the blows
should receive, | thought | might a
well be whipped for three as for one
so | took a third, and, as La ChOuett
shook her iron fork at me, as true a
YOU see that plate, | took the barley
sugar and sucked it under her nose
Bravo! my dear. | can now eXplai
the blow you gave me with your scis
sors. You are a trump but L.
Chouette must have slaughtered 70
after that
Her cooking finished, she came t
me. [ had received three sous fo
aims, and | had eaten the value c
six. When she took me by the hanC
[ thought | should have fallen to th
ground, | was so frightened; [ re
member it as we'll as fit were yestel
day, for it was just about the holy
days. You know there are alway
shops of toys on the new bridge; a
the evening had had glimpses Of them
nothing else to do but to look at a
the pretty dolls and playthings. Yo
may think for child 'Ah had yo
ever any toys, Goualeuse ?" said tn
Chourineur. I-are you foolish? ? G
along! who would have given them
me ? However to proceed, althoug
in the dead of winter, | had nothing o
but miserable ragged trock OF mu
lin, with neither shoes nor stocking
and sabots wooden shoes)on my feet
One was not likely to be smothere
f in that attire, eh? Well, when L
Borgnesse took me by the hand, | b.
came all in perspiration. Tha
which alarmed me the most was, tha
instead of cursing and swearing, L
Chouette did nothing but mutter a