Memphis daily appeal. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1847-1886, 1867-04-14

Bastard OF priest, why - tAefe no IRE OF
candle hghteds
= have mono.
And why hast thou none?
-Becaus5 lyon Cosquer Is a miserable scOun-
drel, who drinksa d sings at tue wine-shops,
while his children are hungry and cold.
Enough said, Margaret cried tie master,
kicking rutely against the cuybeaId, that
chanced to be y ithin his reach enough, if you
DON'T want me to smash your hssd ike gourd.
lyon Ccsqper, the children are hungry.
Give them thy tongue TO eat, viper ard
shut upi So, then, there is no wood here to
make fire with THE axe, thenl
He caught up hatehet nom the floor, broke
up with a single blow one OF the two chairs that
yet remained i1 the house, and flung the frag-
ments On the hearth. soms sparks conlmuni-
Gated FIRE TO the rush-bottom, viii d at once
blazed up, and lighted up with ruddy
g'are the strange spectacle presented BY the
room.
Margaret sat in the same pA1es, stifI, her eyes
set c asping her child in her arms, and scarcely
concealing under her Breton impassibility, the
anger which flashed in her 10 ks a-d swelled
her nostrils. CosqrffS standing near the hearth,
held his feet over the taIne, which coored with
| a hus like blood his hard, bronze features
The rest OF the den was in shadow.
! For some time, the actors in this meraeiug
scene remained silent; then Cosquer while NIL
/ ing his pipe. turneI towards his vie.
Tomorrow, everything here ~ill be sold 10
/ pay the rent, he said roughly. That rascal Bis
/ cop will not let US stay longer in his house.
/ And where are we to go?
! into the street. It will be gooi enough for
thy brood and thee. Besides. we must leave
Best: I have 20 more work. I left Borden
son shop three days ago, and can't find day
wo K sny7pShere else.
! 1t Is VT you deserve, Cosquer. What bust
ness has a man in a shop, who is good FOR moth
| ing Brandy has made your hand shalIy, and
/ you no longer see where your hammer hits.
Woman, cred the workman, IN rage
crushing his pipe between his fingers, take
care don't make thee feel that my hand is
| strong yet,
| But the woman shook her head with s
naughty indignation.
| That is not what thou didst promise me
Ivon, when thoa usedst 70 come and talk witt
ma of an evening, at my masters door. Then
lif hsd frs1n thy hand, it was TO escape ca
ress. and not a wicked blow. l thought / wa
espousing a man who had arms and heart
WAY ditst thou not tell me thGt day woulc
come when thou wouldst be no longer able L
eern bread enough for two ehildren's mouths
Thou wishest we should leave Brest, and TO d.
yvhats teiImef Thou thinkesti ism Z 1t
that will 20, with my two children hanging
| to my neck, to beg for thee al ever.
doore Thou wouldst live by the misery o. tn
wife and thy children, as by trade! Don
think il. my mani 1 ioiH follow thee; but j
viii be TO cry TO all who pass You see TN
man ? Well, he is strong, he has good trade
and he IS not willing to earn rs enough
eat!
Hast thou ended, Margaret?
-After a little, Cosquer.-..-...I must tell 20
Tan. have been killing myself good Ion
while; bat, doSt thou see, have been too huI
gry with the hunger of these poor innocent
60 and tipple again II thou wishest me. WI
MT leave any more the door OF the wine sho
When thou clinkest cups, thou shalt hear
p demand bread When tn u sa!liest out drum
: thou wilt have to tread upon my childre
2 VIII m will lay down in the mud before u
: dsor. 1t is time that thou, toe, shouldst oe'
5 thy share OF the trouble. These children uon
belong to me alone. Dost thou think that II
arms are strong enough TO carry them alway
: thou never taking thy turn? have had II
measure Of suffering, IvOn; to thee the rest!
4 The mason had listened 10 this long OF
break. at first with contemptuous indihe
i
& lures became animated, his chest heaved'
u breath came shrlly from his throat that co
tracted with rage.
e He took one step towards Alargar'
J. cleuched both hands, then stepped back, st
= r straining himself.
}, Me to-, have had my measure OF palien
q with thee, he said az last, in a low duh vel
Re silent If thou dost rot want blood T. II
e bere' I detest thee, wo ran for II Is since
,e too< thee. that all these misforiunes ha
v come 10 me. Before that. I wanted
P Dotl,;,o. I had work al the week, and
Of dan- "a on sunday But thee, thou b
lie t,ro,yn had lack on my life. Thy children a
as ,bee seest thoa ?.....It is a brood Of snak
l. .bat shall crush under my heel
ie And as he uttered these words, COsquer, by
Of movement of terrible energy, c ushed un'
r his larye foot The remains Of the half-consun
70 chair which was burning on the hearth
u sparks few ia.
as cry was heard, aud the little Gather
it darted from the depth Of the chi nney tows
ne her mother. Her clothes were ol fire.
n. Margaret. terrified, raised her child in
., arms
de Heaven , water! The poor thing Is burning
as But the enraged man never stirred.
es His foot on q brand, his head raised, he lool
OF ,.,tb am atroeions exultatiou Of rage, at
in ,hila wrrithipg In her mothers arms. aud at
ne efforts of Margaret TO extingnish the flames
ng por a m olnent It was frightful TO ses
IS e,fnoe,es Of these two feeble creatures,
air rovnded by circle Of tre, and the imps
u h,l,,v of The strong man who looked at then
ns they suffered.
Ter a. last. Margaret enclosed ber child In
an .ss,arate and complete an embrace as 70 $
20, and exnngulsh the IRE
p, Then her.hands tore OF, with eonvul
om rapl,ity. the rags OF the psttieoat ftrl 70
no her child. and exposed two great burns N
-. by the flames.
Of God My God! she is burned, burned
M overt
eai ne frenzied her;
,,l 1u- Look, wretch look II Is thou who
done thati
she raised in her arms the unfortunate cl
.n Eau who screeehed with pain, and held her clos
i'm her father.
IN IN Back, woman, back
tue x;nisa killing her, then
on Narrareti wlltthou be silentG
ior Ku, her. then. assassin Hsrei look
=, that thine own blood dees notInake thee Tn
qhe hsaeous wounds Of the victim al
ter to,,e,ed the workman's face, and he eoul,
yer longer contfoi his nary
ZEN, Back I tell thee, sataai
ney And quicker than the word, be sIuc
blow intended fOr she mother; bat v