The morning star and Catholic messenger., 1875-04-04
"You are u little gypsy STILL" cried Hniiin'
.boL;no h;s bead HGo tran n swollow."


since found Won in the snow. You were blue a.
with the cold, poor child and when brought
you to the fire and warmed you, the first th'pg IL
you did was to smile at me, and since that DAY
your smile has ruled old Jean Claude. But iet c.
us look at our bundles" said the good man Win p
a sigh. "Are they well fastened "
He approached the bed, and saw in wohoer
his warmest coats his flannel jackets, all well
brushed we'll folded and well packed. lheh
in Louise's bundle were her best dresses ana
her thick shoes. He could not restrain laugh
as he cried
80 gypsy. gypsy! Ittakes you to pack up
Louise smiled.
.Tbep YOU are satisfied with them :" she
asked rtn
~ must be: but in the midst of all this fine
work YOU did not think, Pl wager, of getting
ready my supper"
That is soon done," said she, "although did
not know you would return to night Papa
Jean Claude"
THAT is true; but get something ready
quickly; no matter what for my appetite Is
sharp In the meantime l will smoke a pipe"
eyes, smoke pipe"
He sat at the corner of his workbench and
drunmed dreamly upon it, Louise flew to
right and left like O veritable fairy, kindlng
np the fire. breaking eggs, and in the twink
ling of an eye she had an omelette ready.
Never had she looked so graceful, so joyous, so
pretty. lIulln leaned his check upon his
y hand and gazed at her gravely, thinking how
y much trmness, will, resolution, there WAS IN
" that little form, light an antelope, bu'
u u decided as a cnirassier In a moment she hau
u laid the omelette before him Il large plate,
~ ornamented with blue flowers, n loaf OF bread,
- his glass and his bottle of wine."
= "Thele Father Jean Claude, eat your sup
per-"
'g The fire leaped and crackled in the stoVe'
10 throwing ruddy stains on the low rafters, the
he stairs half in shadow and the large bed in the
alcove. and lighting up the poor dwelling 80
de often made Joyous by the merry humor of the
sabot- maker aud the songs of his daughter.
he And Louise would leave all this without re-
'g' gret to brave the wntry woods, the snow
ed covered paths, and the steep mountain side
ar and all for love ofahim. Neither storm, nor
ed biting wind, nor torrents stated her. She had
'as but one thought, and that was to be near him
'ut The repast ended, Hullin arose, saying, :"
his am weary, my child; kiss me for goodnight
bat do not forget to awaken me, Father
ay- Jean Claude, if you start before daybreak."
Rest easy; you will come with us" he an
swered as he eli mbed the Larrow stairs.
-ew All was silence without, save that the dec
tones of the village clock told the hour O
ave eleven. Jean Claude sat down and unfastene
ere his shoes. Just then his eyes fell upon hi
musket hung over the door. He took it dowr
ood slowly wiped it., and tried the lock. Hi
,r- whole soul was in the work in which he wa
engaged.
no at is strange-strange! The last time
fred 1T was at Marengo-fourteen years ag
ing. and it seems but yesterday"
Suddenly the frozen snow crunched beneat
gh q football. He listened. Two taps sounde
ID to upon the window-panes. He ran and open'
the door, and the form of Marc. Dives, his bros
,de hat stiff with ice, emerged from the darknes
do tMarc! What newsp
Have you warned Materne, Jerome, L
ulin barbef"
ckly eyes, ALL"
at is none too soon the enemy are ad van
~ to ing"
advancing"
imed eyes, along their whole line. l have col
fifteen leagues since morning to give you wal
her ing"
"Good. We must make the signal: f
,ild" upon Falkeusteiu."
with Hullin's face was pale, but his eyes flash
is all He again put on his shoes, and two N
OF be utes after, with his cloak upon his should
i'll be and his staff firmly elenched in his hand,
opened the door softly, and with long st
followed Marc Dives along the path to Falk
ming. stein.
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