The morning star and Catholic messenger., 1875-04-04
,seroIng Star and Catholic MESSENGER.
..w opIEANs. SUNDAY. APR1L% 'F'a.

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begun to fall when he disco'ei'u 49,.
age of Cbarmes. afar OIL win ''s 49,,
.,a.s from which curled wreaths OF i'Sn'-oiuo
smoke, scarcely perceptioio aea'n'' ~ ,;..
.o,.r.d mountain. side, its little gardens WIN
their fences, its slate-covereu roo''' ""H
I.t. .bo great farm house Of Bois de Cnenee'
and below, in the already DARK i"'''''
saw-mll of Valtin. .a
And then. without his knowing "hy' d Shu-
ness filed his heart
He slackened his steps; tE"ne"'s Vi
A., calm peacefu life he was losing Perh"i' .o
aver hoatcd through his mind; ne Sd" n''
little room, waIm in winter anu s' s"s "
snrinr. when he opened his winoo" 70 ''o
h,.ezes from the woods; he heard tho never
changing tick of the village CLOCK a"o
Thought of Louise-his good Ettlo Lo"'so
spiupipg in silence, her eyes cast down. or may
han. singing in her pure clear voice az CIV,
ipg. Everything in his home rose oeio'o ''
eves: the tools of his trade, his long g'i''e'."k
cbisels the hatchet with tho crooheu h"h"'''
the porripgers of glazed eartheh"are' 'n' a."
+iore fgure of St. Michael nailed TO the WALL
,bo old curtained bed in the alcove, the lamp
with the copper beak-all were before h'n'
and the tea,s forced their way to III" eyes
p,t it WAS to Louise-his dear child MS
Iouise-that his thoughts turned oi'e"
How she would weep and impore MN no. W
EXPOSE himself to the dangers OF war no"
she would hang upon his neck ana pes n'',
not to leave her He saw her large, anhSn'eu
eves he felt her arms around him. lle "'"'u
fain deceive her, but deceit was no par' VI
Jean. .Claude's character; his words only oeeP
eped her grief.
He tried to shake off his gloom, and passing
hv the farm Of Bois de. Chenes, he entered t'
tell Catherine that all went well, and that th'
morntaneers only awaited the signal.
Fifteen minutes later, Master Jean-|iauu
stood before his own door
pefore opeping it, he glanced through tn
w;rdow to see what Louise might be doing
She was standing in the alcove, and SCENE
hns;lv arranging and rearrangpg some ga'
ments that lay on the bed. Her face beanie
with happiness, her eyes sparkled, ana she wa
talking to herself aloud. lIullin listened b'
the rattling of passing wagon preVeh'eo
hearing her words.
He pushed opened the door and entered, ga
ing:
"Louse, here l am back"
She bounded like fawn to him and thre
her arms around his neck, exclaiming:
"It is you, Father Jean.Claude! How l ma
been waiting for you! How long you we
gone! But you are home again, at last"
"My child-many things "-said the go
man, putting away his staff behind the door
''many things kept"
But his heart was too full he could say
more.
"Yes, yes, 1 know cried Louise laughiI
"Mother Lefevre told me all"
.sHow is that! You know all and only lau
Well, it proves your good sense. expected
see you weep"
"Weepi And why, Father Jeau-Clauc
Obi never fear for me am brave. Iou
not know me-"
Her air was 80 prettily resolute that HUI
could not help smiling; but his smile q1ic
disappeared when she added:
awe are going to have war; we are goini
fight, to defend the mountains"
ave are going! He are going!" exolaiu
the good man, astounded
"Certainly. Are we not" she asked,
smile disappearing at once.
81 must leave you for some time, my Chi
"Leave met Oil no, no. l will go v
you it is agreed See, my little bundle ii
ready, and am making mp yours. Do MOI
uneasy let me fix everything, and you will
satisfied"
Hullin stood stupefied.
"But, Louise" he cried, "you are dream
Think, my child! We must pass long WI
nights without roof TO cover us; We l
bear hardship, fatigue, cold, snow, hur
and countless dangers! A musket-ball W
mar my pretty birds beauty"
"You are only trying your little Lou
cried she, now in tears, and ninging he
upon his neck. You will not leave me
alone"
"But you will be better here ; you will
a good fire and food Besides, you will rec
news of us every day"
"No, no! will go with you; I care nc
cold. And have been shut up here too
want the fresh air. The birds are out
redbreasts are out all winter; and did
know what hunger was when a child NJ
Lefevre says may go; and will you, WI
love so much, be moro cruel than she 7"
Brave Jean Claude sat down, his hear
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