Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1874-06-17

He had walked about an hour, when
the trotting of horse reused him from
his revery He listened. cit is singu-
lar" said he to himself, 81 should say
that that was the trot of Bretonne."
He heard a nightingale stopped
turned round-the animal approached.
What was his surprise It was Bre-
tonne, mounted by the old Pierre. He
stood stupefed. "Ah what r' said
he my mare with thee p
"My dear Jerome" said Pierre,
laughing loudly at seeing the astonish-
ment of poor Jerome; "did I not tell
thee that she would not escape me !
The dear major has had pity on ne,
and after examining Bretonne well,
found shat she was good for nothing
but to carry corn to the MILL.
"Thou Hest, old fool" said Jerome !:
"the ma or never said such thing of
the beast that served so we'll under his
own eyes,"
Chow happens it then," replied
Pierre, "tha1 he has given her to me?'
Jerome made gesture of Impotence
Pierre continued in a raillery; but Je-
rome did not say word, his features
were contracted with rage, and from
time to time long, doleful signs es-
capped from his breast.
The night was dark the rain fell,
the road was distinguished with diff
Guilty. They arrived at spot where a
road crossed from it leading to Je-
rome's home. Deep ravines were on
the right and left. Pierre stopped.
"Come," said he, addressing himself
to the mare and Jerome, "make your
adieux to one another. Poor beast,
take leave of thine old master"
"The malicious wretch p cried Je-
rome, in voice of thunder, as he
raised his whip over the head of the
old horse jockey, who, terrified, refined
the mare backward, crying out, "Je-
-Bretonne-wait"
Suddenly the mare slipped, she was
on the brink of the ravine. Jerome
darted forward, seized the bride.
Pierre tried to keep his seat, but he
fell, rolled into the ravine, crying, "Je-
rome Jerome pardon-the mare
The voice became more distant, and
then was heard no more. Jerome stood
there on the brink, pale, immovable,
! listening to The accents of that dying
voice, that re-echoed on his troubled
mind. Ahorrible silence then pervaded
the glen and he listened again. A
short time after no voice was heard
he shuddered, and an icy GOODNESS ran
through his veins /; i'll agony he clasped
his hands he then pressed them tc
his forehead
Miserable wretch that I am - ex.
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shall be taken as murderer! Pierre
Pierren' but he called in vain.
At that moment he heard the sound
of the feet Of many horses. He started
across the fields, cleared the hedges
the bitches. He ran long way with
out any definite object in view al
length, exhausted, he fell half dead
near a hayrick, horrible spasms affected
his limbs, for the word " murderer,
sounded in his ears, and the image of 6
scaffold was before him.
The story is just concluded. Pierre
had only received some Commissions IL
his fall, and from those the reader nc
doubt rejoices athis suffering. Though
stunned at first, he at last got up, anG
went to Jerome's house, where the mare
had arrived before him. The family
at first dreadfully frightened, were con
soled by Pierre. Then, at twilight
Jerome ventured to steal to his hut
and Joy succeeded to anguish when he
learnt that Pierre was still alive, and
that the mare still belonged to himself
for the major had made him present
of her. He embraced his family, his
mare, and even the horse dealer.