The anti-monopolist. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1874-1878, 1878-05-09

1t ID SO long since she has seen him, ana
kissed himl Then he gives her such
goOd reasons fr re,u,ning; He was so
unhappy away from the forge, from his
county, spending his days so far away
from those he loved and the discipline be-
coming more rigid from day to day, and
being called "Prussian by his coa1-
rades because OF his Alsatian accent.
She believes every word he utters. She
need but look at him to believe.
Still conversing. they 90 into the low
studded room. The little ones, awakened,
come in their white dresses, with bare
rosy feet, to embrace and welcome the
big brother.
His mother would have him cat, but
he is not hungry; still he is thirsty, and
gu!ps down great draughts Of water, over
all the beer and white wine that he has
been drinking sine. morning at the inn,
to give him courage to face what he
knows will be his fathers anger.
They hear steps approaching the house.
1t is the blacksmith returning.
'Christian. it is your father. Quick
hide yourself, to give me time to speak to
him-to explain
She pushes him behind the huge por-
cela'n stove. and with trembling hands
| takes up her work.
In her haste. the zouave's cap has been
| it mp m the table. 1t is the first thing
t at L Try sees as he enters. The mothers
p'l or and her agitation bctrays her. The
truth flashes across Lory's nind-he sees
! it all.
Christian is here he cries furiousiy,
| and grasping his saher. With wild
gesture he rushcs toward the stove, be-
hind which covers the z"uave, PALE and
sObered, leaning against the wall for fear
of falling
The mother throws herself between
them.
"Lory, Lory! do not kill him! 1t was
I who wr.t, bin to cone back that you
needed him in the forge"
She cling to his arm, wecrs and en-
treats. In the darkness of their room
the children are crying, frightened by the
voices, so changed by passion that they
do not recognize them.
The blacksmith stops, and looking at
his wife: All! YOU wrote him to come
back! Very we'll let him 90 to bed: to-
morrow viii see what is TO be DONE
On the morrow CHRISTIAN, awakening
| from heavy sleep, flu OF Nightmares
and causeless terrorS, finds himself in the
! room that had peen his in childhood.
| The sun is shining warmly and brightly
| through the leaded. diamoned shaped
panes. over which Il hop vine makes a
verdant network; below the hammer
sounds w an anvil.
.,,I,. L., H. g. -
so much did she fear her husbands anger
that she had not left her sou during the
night. Lory has not slept. either; till
morning he wandered through the mouse,
weeping, signing. opening and shutting
| the clotnes-presses. Now he gravely en-
I tcrs his sons rooa. He is dressed as for
journey, with high leggings, a broad
hat, and heavy iron bound stick; he
goes directly TO the bed.
| Come, get up
Christian, somewhat con fused, is about
to put on his uniform. mo; not that, "
says the father sternlv.
Tremb ing. mother interposes: "But
he has no Others"
| for them
While Christian is dressing Lory folds
the uniform carefuily-the short jacket
and the full rsd trowsers. The bundle
made mp, he hangs about his neck the tin
box thar contains the way bill.
Now let US go down. he says, and
all three descend to the forge without ex-
changing word.
The bellows roar, and every one is at
work. Seeing once more the open shed,
of which he had thought so often when
far away. the Z"uave remembers his
| child God and how often he has PLAYED
b,tween the heat of the road and the
sparks of the forge glittering in the black
dust. A feeling tf tenderness comes
over him, and an intense desire to obtain
his fathers forgiveness, but whenever he
| raises his eyes, he meets an memorable
| To-
| AT last the blacksmith speaks:
Lad y said he, there is the anvil, the
J tools-thcy are yours, and all that also"
added he, pointing To the little garden
spread out before them. full of sunlight
and huzzing bees, and green peacefulncss,
| like picture. seen through the smoky
| frame of The doorway Tine beehives the
| vineyard. the house. all belong TO YOU
Since you have sacrificed yoIr honor for
these Things, it Is bu, jus, that you should
have them You are master here l am
going! You owe i've wears TO France, and
| go TO pay your debt"
"Lory. Lory! where are you going?''
cries the poor mother.
"Fa'herm en'rea,ingiy falters the son
but the blacksmith is gone. with long
| strides, not turnin. once to look back
AT Sidi'.hel A ,bcs, at the headquarters
of the Third Z ,uaves, there is q new vol
unietr aged Sd