River Falls journal. [volume] (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1872-2019, 1873-02-14
Tue LITTLE WOODEN SHOE.


tAAN1l4A 1 Eb : hbM III FRENCH.
JACQUES was tisherman-a lucky one,
too. He had little nouse. all his own,
and Jeanne, and Ange, the ioliest .ittls
scamp that ever romped fisherman's cot.
tdge But these were not all his treasures.
lie had besides store of nets und a boat
called she Fine Anguille. The sea was
never yet too rough for either. The
captain OF this frigate was jacques: the
mate--aud what mate he was was
Fanor,a Newfoundland, peer and prince
OF dogs. Everybody knew the Fine.
Anguile Everybody knew Fanor. And
well wasn't for them that they did. They
had made his acquaintance under memoir.
able circumstances. For, when Fanor
looked from bis kennel at night along the
dark coast, he could see the glow Of many
a tireside which would long have been
dark and cherries if he had not rescued
from the waves the strong arms that earn
ed It's fuel. Many a mother felt something
queer in her throat and in the corners Of
her eyes when she saw the great shaggy
brute, and thought OF certain little head
that might long ago have been pillowed
in the sea weeds.
But when the feast Of our Lady of Lar
NOR came, al! then Fanor was in his glory.
Did he walk in the procession? Of course
be did Did he know what was the
proper thing for a respectable dog to do,
and where his right place was, after the
banners All ''said Jacques, " he's a
Christian. He's no dog he is almost
man
After Jacques and Fine Auguille and
the sea, Ange was the dearest friend of
this dog. Fanor paid the most delicate
attentions 70 this little fellow. lie kept
back Ai- strength, anG RETAINED from those
bulsterous leaps, he gave Ange "a thousand
tender caresses with his great cold nose
and with hls paw; aud when he licked
his hands, he scarcely moisteued them Ii
was plain that he was in love with this
baby. rs for Jeanne, she loved nothing
an the world besides Jacques and Ange
and the dog.
For you and me, and the thoughtless,
busy world, what grand sight 10 watch
the sea ia September SO deep, so dark, it
falls and rises with ever increasing ma.
lesty There is a menace IN is ceaseless
roll, its beauty is terribly grand, and from
the shore we admire It's strength and il.
immensity. But how different it appears
to the poor hsherman's wife for her there
il nothing 20 admire in the ocean. Fol
her il is cnly source Of anxiety and
dread. How gloomy TO her is the evening
rs It settles over this ever tossing plain
how her heart starts at the vague threat,
OF the wind This blue and whi,e-crestec
mass is perhaps a shroud. Is there n,
moaning save that which the Iistes,
waters make? And when the horizon
lowers, Is the wild cry Of the sea-brd IN,
only strange cry that can be heard Ant
as the wind sweeps from the stormy offnl
we perhaps think it beautiful bit to III,
fisherman wife it is dreadful She fear.
tor him who tolls in the abyss. What ear
little she'll like Fine Auguillc and a man
and dogd against tie ocean
We may say, allow beautiful" Bu
she cries, "il0!y Virgin the sen is 10,
high! Sweet Jesus it blows toe, tot
hard
One day Jeanne was with Ango on the
beach, and Jacques was preparing Fine
Anguilie for fishing. Jeanne sat quitting
by the waters side. Ange had kicked al
one ut hi, h,tlo wooden shoes, and with hi
rosy little foot was playing in the water
lie laughed, be shouted, he splashcd IN,
little waves that ran softly upon the sand
All what hLe fun he was having.
1t was evening. The setting sun bathed
the entire coast in purple, and the sea
,till and peaceful, reflected this scene OF
,pleudor