The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1874-07-16

that be epeLt every sou in folly - soon ~
1t come; that bis officers looked upon him
as black sheep; and that for aaeht his
comrades knew, he might have . wife in
every gsrrison town already. La grand
mere turned him out of The house the 6rst
| time she caught HIM there. snd forbade
Msnette to zee or speak to him again.
Manette disobeysd.
One can not judge these things, m sieur,
ebs Perhaps tbs " and'mere was over harsh.
Perhaps Gordon persuaded the girl that be
was victim to cruel calamny and injus-
tice-ec posse. Every time he could get
leave in the day, when old Mere lie Brun
was away, be used TO come to the cottage;
and Lulu, happy and Important kept guard
as sentinel at the door while the lovers
talked We in the village knew it all; and
when We saw p tit Lulu scramhlng down
the hall path with one little hand graspiug
the mack of her pinafore, more than one of
us guessed that Maneste had tucked a scrap
OF paper in there with a message FOR her
soldier-lover. Lulu liked to be busy, you
know, 'sieur; her little feet never tired
OF running errands for the folks she loTed
One day the cod of all this arrived.
The regiment was ordered to leave Jer
sey abruptly, and GORDON with difficulty
contrived to let Manette know that he
would be with her by d certain time TO say
"Good-by," and make arrangements for
theis future. Behold! as if ty malice, that
very day Mere lie Brun had rhumat,sm,
and would not 20 to work, or suffer Ma.
nette to leave her. Perhaps she suspected.
Dieu salt! At any rate there she was, and
there was Manette, wild, restless, misers
BILE, and dreadiDg every moment that Cur
don would appear. At last an idea struck
her. She called Lulu, and tade her run
down the path, meet her lover, and keep
him away. Lulu went at once. The
gand'mere saw the child scamper of, and
cried:
Come back, pitt, chat, it goes to rain
hard! Come, then, wicked one!"
Helss! you knew Lulu. She was will
tul, 10 petite, and she loved Mauette more
than the hard old grandmother. She ran
on, not needing. 1t was black, stormy
day, Ike this, but worse. Great drops of
rain began to fall, and Mere lie Lrun,
afraid for the child, babe Mannet,e 90 ard
fetch her back. Figure to yourself how
gladly her daughter obeyed! She few otY
like hare, her face all one rose Ct Joy.
Then suppose la grand'mere suspected.
She rose up and followed; and there,
little way from the path, all among the
terus AID stones on the sharp slope of the
hill, stood Gordon with Manette in his
arms, and Lulu sitting on point of rock
beside them, serene and smiling amid al
the rain and storm.
1t all happened in one second.
The girl saw her grandmother threaten
ing face over her lovers shoulder and STAR
led back, Gordon threw OF. his arm to
keep her, and somehow, by accident,
knocked pitt Lulu of her rock by the
jerk of his elbow. Then there came Z
great blaze of lightning, II rush of rain
which frightened them all. They heard
Lulu cry, and tried-all three--to save her
she fell, fell, fell, rollisg from yock to
rock over the ferns and brambles. NJ sieur
you are pale; you guess, it was quite use
less. The I'D woman was stiff; Gordon
had to think of Manette lest she tao, should
slip an1 dash herself down. When they
reached the bottom, Lulu lay there upon
the stones quiet still and white, her little
body ali broken, her bands tore and bleed
ing. Dead, m'sieur? yes, stone dead
There was one cut on the head, all I, mong
the yellow curls-you could have pu. your
hand in 1t.
They buried her three days later. A!
the neighbors round came to rec her laid in
holy ground, la petit ange. There was not
IA dry eye. Monsieur can comprehend;
but the regiment had gone before ttem,
Gordon Sith it, and In grandmere could
not leave Manette, who lay ill Of fever in
her bed.
"Panvre file! she did not die; bat it was
full FIVE weeks before she could even sit at
the cottage door again; and then her beauty
was ali gone: her skin yellow, her eyes
dull, like an old, old woman. / do not
think her brain was ever quite right after
that; she would Look vanly at you and say.
Lulu, Lulu over and over again in dull,
hopeless way; then cry out in great agony,
or creep away to weep. l think she knew
her folly and wrongdoing had killed the in-
noccnt lamb who loved her, and could not
live it down. Poor Manettel one day la
grand mere shut up her cottage and carried
her away. She said the neigbhors talked
about them; and our poor are very proud,
voyez vouz, m'sicur. They went away to
France all in day; and since then the
house is empty, There is 10 little face to
laugh out at you; no child to take the place
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