The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1877-08-31

in the hamlet was child OF five years
old called Marie, the daughter Of peas
ant whose farm had been burned by the
invaders. She was an object Of general
interest In the little colony ON account Of
her gentle manners, and the sweet but
suffering expression Of her pale intan-
tine features. A year or two previously
she had been so severely bitten in the
arm by vicious dog that the limb had
TO be amputated. and her delicate con-
stitution had never recovered the shock.
Fanchette soon took great fancy 10 the
little girl; and the doctor having adj
vised her TO be fed as much as possible
upon nils, MacHenry offered that Of
the goat. Ii was beautiful To see the
pleasure with which the affectionate
creature took upon herself the Office of
nurse, and the avidity with which the
child sucked in the grateful nourishment
which was giving her new life. Fam
Ghetto became every day more and more
attached to Marie. She rarely left her,
except when wanted by her master for
some new study; and when il was ended,
and MacHenry set her at liberty, say
ing, /" Now be off to Marie" with what
JOY the creature bounded away, and
how rejoiced was the little one TO have
again by her side her darling Fanchette.
Nesting her head under the child's
hand, world Of loving things were in
terchanged in their mute caresses.
Ii once happened that a lady having
in her hand a crown Of artificial ivy
which she had picked up somewhere,
probably the debris Of a school fete dur
ing happier times, placed il an the head
Of the little Marie. Fanchette, rising on
her hind legs, examined il with comical
curiosity; and, having made up her
mind on the subject, scampered off 10
an old tree close by, around whose trunk
the real ivy twined its thick and glossy
wreaths, butted nj ii with her horns,
twisting il around them, and tearing of
lorg trailing garlands. She then ran
back in triumph to throw her treasures
at the child's feet, saying as clearly as
il she had the gift of speech: =. Look.
This is better than the coarse imitation
they have decked you with; this is the
real thing,r
Another day the child was looking at
herself in mirror, and Fanchette inn
mediately began to do the same. The
expression of sadness and wonder in
her eyes seemed to say 81 plainly
T" Why are Marie and SO different? If
were like her could speak to her,and
then we should love each other still bet
teri-
One evening, Marie, who was sitting
by her mothers side, began to fidget
and complain Of an uneasy sensation in
her back. Her mother, busily engaged
with some work, and thinking the child
was only disposed to be troublesome,
examined ii slightly, and told her to be
quiet; but the poor little thing continue
ed to complain, when the mother, get
ting out Of temper. gave her sharp
slap. Fanchette, who was present at
this scene, presented her horns in a
threatening attitude to the woman. and
gently stroked the shoulders Of her little
friend with her foot. AT the sight OF the
dumb animals eloquent appea TIL.
woman began TO relent, and, CALM he
child to her. examined more carefully
the state Of things, when she found, 10
her horror, one Of those large and
poisonous caterpillars called in French I
:. procession dires.' which had pain
fully irritated the delicate skin Of the /
child.
Il was about this time that acHenry,
his artistic labors in spite Of
al the difficulties Of the situation, re-
solved on taking for the subject Of new
picture his goat Fanchette nursing the
little Marie. Fanchette lent herself with \
her usual intelligence and docility 70 his
wishes; and Marie was represented " \
ing among grass and flowers with her
friend bending over her.
4 his picture. which was afterward re-
garded As one Of MacHenry's best works,
the most signal success at the
Paris Exhibition Of Modern Art-the
Of the design, the freshness
Of the coloring, and the grace Of the
being equally striking.
But these bright autumn days soon
passed away, and many may rccollect
the bitter cold Of the sad Christmas Of
that dismal winter. Poor little Marie
50 severely from it, that after
vain attempt to recall some warmth by
lighting fire Of brushwood, the only \
fuel that could be procured, her mother,
a. last resource, put her into her little
bed, in the hope that BY heaping upon
her AL the clothing she could procure,
the child might regain little heat; but
il was in vain; no heat came, and the
blood had almost ceased TO circulate III
her frozen limbs. AT this moment
arrived, and without waiting
for an invitation, sprang upon the bed. \
1t was in vain they tried to drive her
away: she only clung the closer to her
and, covering the child with \
her body, soon restored her TO warmth
and animation.
There was one among the temporary
Of Boulainyillicrs for whom
Fanchcttc entertained an unmitigated
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