River Falls journal. [volume] (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1872-2019, 1875-02-05

tering, much better of. and all the rest OF
u, but Martin, perhaps, was wrong.headed.
lie reasoned that it was all Pierre de
Jouvin's doings, and cruel sin. The
mother had been unable to noarish il,
even when it came to feeding by hand.
with the bits that fell TO her share, and
there it lay, white and cold, all its pretty
smiles and soft cooling noises still forever.
Inc woman bent above 1t, moaning bitter.
ly, while the living whimpered, partly
with hunger and partly with grief. Then
Andrew Martin rose up with deep oath.
Poor little Marie, he said, did marry
thee for this ?" and was on his way out,
when she looked up to ask where he was
going. III 60 once more said he, ito
try and find my brother. lie owes me
my five francs yet, and suppose he
hash forgotten it. When he left Savoy,
mother and looking after him down the
road, he came back, Marie, and said he,
ANDY, let me have the five francs the
trenchman gave you. I'll double them
Tor you before we meet again" That
was twenty years ago. The money would
come in handy now, wouldn't it my girl.
de may be looking for me tonight"
Whatever or whoever Andrew Martin
went to seek, there was very wild look
on his gaunt, haggard face, and he thrust
huge, horn. handled knife under his
coarse WOODEN jacket. Along the moonlit
pavements, close to the dark shadows of
the stately houses, Pierre de Jouvln went,
whistling merry tune, unconscious that
a crouehing form followed fast; uncon-
scious Of the white steed Chat was speed.
ing to bear him on darker journey.
Fierce and swift came the cruel blow, I'M
der his shoulder-blade up to the horn
handle OF the rude knife. Then two
hands were at his throat. They loosened,
and one sought the bulky pocket. book
that had just been filled at the bank. In
that moment, weak as he was, he found
the pistol in his breast pocket, and, with
his last strength, fired it, then fell. They
were lying, both Of them, in Pierre de
Jouvins splendid mansion, medical men
standing by, poor Madame de Jouvin
wringing her plump hands, and weeping
bitterly. No one quite guessed what had
happened; but the head baker was there,
and he know who the thin man in the
ragged clothes was. 1t might be he had
been defending his former employer
faithfully. But how the other opened his
eyes. Presently Andrew Martin sighed,
and turned and opened his also. They
only saw each other-were uncon-
scious, apparently, Of all surroundings
thought themselves, if they thought at
all, still lying where they had fallen.
Observation-Disclosures gasped Pierrs
de Jouyin. "Tell my wife. Let some
one ell-her-Mathilde- keep two
thirds of everything for little--Andy.
We have no children--ho one TO want it.
Little Andy's five-franc piece" Andrew
Martin lifted his head, his eyes glared.
Each looked fixedly at the other. Then
the man in the ragged clothes gave a ter
rible groan. cit isn't o, God 1t is
not Pierre Martin, from Savoy, on the
mountains, he cried, and the one whom he
had wounded moaned, looking steadily at
the others whitening face. "Little An.
drew Brother--Andy--I was keeping
it for you" They laid side by side in the
risen sun. Pierre and Andrew Martin,
brothers, who had parted with kiss in
the Swiss mountains twenty years before.
"Sons of one mother" said the rich
mans widow, sobbing bitterly. And the
widow Marie answered her, $50 are the
men in the bake shops, and all the rich
ones in these splendid houses. but they
seem to forget it, both the rich and the
poor. when the hard times come" That
was the Alpha and Omega of her simple
knowledge. The business went ON under
the name Of "Pierre de Jouvin," but the
widow Marie wanted for nothing, and
there were two sets of men in the bake
shop, the old ard the new hands working
side by side, at an increase of wages, which
forever went up steadily with the prices,