The Morning herald., 1876-08-08

'sh01la b eIkanSSfui for his brother to hsve]
to work, and matter Of course that he
should b busy from early morning until
late q night. s35. Z
'sWhst else are you 6t for?" sneered the
old woman, ~ she surveyed her sons de-
formed body with look almost Of disgust.
The tears gathered in the cripple's eyes,
but he managed to restrain them, and as
Jacques entered, he had turned and re-
sumed his work.
There was deep frewn on jacques
brow - he entered the hut, with IN angry
gesture, tore off the leathern apron he had
been wearing at his labor, flung himself
down in the nearest chair, and with growl
Of displeasure, exclaimed:
ri have had enough of it-no more work
for me. am tired of it,"
1T is tiresome, isn't it, my son? re-
marked the old woman, soothingly. "a
"It's disgustingp' aasented Jacques.
And turning to light his pipe, he saw
Pierre, who, leaning against his wheel, was
listening TO the difference between his
mothers reception Of her two sons.
"Hello, Master Cupid! Are you there"
he cried, in his rough, commanding voice.
"Go sharpen my cutlass. You'll find it at
the wine shop in the back street."
every wei" )" answered Pierre, in quiet
way,
arose and went towards the bed where
Louise lay. "Asleep, eh2 Why isn't she
at workp' @''
"Thats what / want TO know" chilned
IN the old woman "She's sleeping, instead
of working for living" -.5-@
"Why she ia 10 used to it that she cries
when she is asleep" laughed Jacques, as
be saw the great tears rolling down the
poor girls wasted cheeks. r
IL she crying?" asked Pierre, anxiously,
as he went towards the bed.
"Whats that to your" 6ercely demanded
Jacques.
"She is an obstinate, lazy hypocrite,"
replied the old woman, producing each
word with an emphasis, as she sliced the
vegetables for the evening soup. "This
i morning had to push her along to make
her walk at all, and as to singing, she had
| no more voice than crow"
IT will make her sing if try" exclaim-
ed Jacqus, coarsely, and at the same time
making motion as if he would drag her
from the bed.
"You will kill her!" cried Pierre, spring
ing towards his brother as though he
you'd prevent him from touching the poor
girl. aCan't you see that she is sick?"
"Nonsense!" exclaimed Mother Fro
chard. "She is shamming; ! know her
tricks"
"What is the matter with herr" asked
Jacques.
"She has got some new notion in her
head, can'tteil what" replied bis mother.
II can't tell you," said Pierre. "You
| remember the night Of the snow stermt
After finishing her song, she cried out a?
the top Of her voice, 'Henriette! Henriette!
my sister"
eyes, and stopped her mouth pretty
quick" said the old woman, chuckling to
herself. ~,
"Yes-yes-you twisted her arm until
you nearly broke it," and as Pierre thought
of the brutal treatment to which Louise
was subjected that night the sobs came SO
fast as to almost prevent his speaking.
"Well, why didn't she mind me?" asked
La Frochard, unconcernedly.
"You're killing her."
'T can't afford to support her in idleness.
She must work, or if she won't" =.
"Pll find the way to make her." said
jacques, Flashing the sentence his mother
had begun. "a,
"You! What would you do?" asked
Pierre, trembling with fear.
"That is my business"
| By this time the old woman had finished
her preparations for dinner, and after
putting the food over the fire to cook, she
| went to the poor blind girl, who, entirely
exhausted by the long walks she wa'
obliged to take, had remained sound asieel
during the time they had been conversing
i With no gentle hand, the old hag grasp
ed the young girl by the arm, and dragged
her to her feet. =,
"Come, get up, my fine lady," she said
"No more airs, YOU must 60 out and carr
your living. Here, make your toilet first
Let down this hair" and the old wretcf
gave Louise's heavy hair sudden wrench
and it fell rippling about her form. :.
"Give me that shawl, and take OH TIM
scarf, they keep you too warm," and as sh'
spoke, La Frochard took the articles sh'
had spoken Of from the girl and put then
on herself, tying the scarf carefully arount
her own throat. "YQu'll SILVER nor'
comfortably without these things,
"And that is what they call making hel
toilet" muttered Pierre to himself.
i fro BE Continued
: she Had Sweetheart.
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