Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-04-28


thief, and slips between the trees and
beehives.
"Mother!s
Her Christian stands before her, his
uniform dlsorderea, shamefaced. confus-
ed, and with thick utterance. He had
returned with the others, and for the past
hour had hung about the house waiting
for his father to go out before he dared
to venture in.
She should scold him, but she cannot,
It is so long since she has seen him, and
kissed him! Then he gives her such
good reasons for returning; He was so
unhappy away from the forge, from his
country, spending his days so far away
from those beloved land the discipline be-
coming more rigid from day to day, and
being called ''Prussian by his COM
rades because of his Alsatian accent.
She believes every word he utters. She
need but look at him to believe.
Still conversing, they go 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 eat, but
he is not hungry; still he is thirsty, and
gulps down great draughts of water, over
all the beer and white wine that he has
| been drinking since 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-
celain stove. and with trembling hands
takes up her work.
! In her haste, the zouave's cap has been
left upon the table. 1t is the first thing
that Lory sees as he enters. The mothers
pallor and her agitation betrays her. The
truth flashes across Lory's nind-he sees
| itall.
and grasping his saber. With a wild
gesture he rushes toward the stove, be.
hind which covers the znuave, pale and
sobered, leaning against the wall for fear
Of falling.
The mother throws herself between
them.
"Lory, Lory do not kill him! 1t wa:
I who wrote him to come back-tbat you
needed him in the forget"
She clings to his arm, weeps 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: 'Ah! you wrote him to come
back? Very we'll let him go to bed; to-
morrow will see what is to be done.;'
On the morrow Christian, awakening
from heavy sleep, full of Nightmares
and causeless terrors, finds himself in the
room that had been his in childhood
The sun is shining warmly and brightly
through the loaded, diamoned-shaped
panes, over which a hop-vine makes a
verdant network; below the hammer
sounds on an anvil.
The mother is at his bedside; in fact
so much did she fear her husbands anger
that she had not left her son during the
night. Lory has not slept, either; till
morning he wandered through the house,
weeping, signing, opening and shutting
the clothes presses. Now he gravely en-
tiers his sons room. He is dressed as for
journey, with high leggings, broad
hat, and heavy iron bound stick; he
goes directly to the bed.
"Come, get up"
Christian, somewhat confused, is about
to put on his uniform. mo; not that, ,
says the father sternly.
Trembling. mother interposes: "But
he has no Others"
"Give him mine. I have no further use
for them"
While Christian is dressing. Lory folds
the uniform carefully-the short jacket
and the full red trowsers. The bundle
made up, he hangs about his neck the tin
box that contains the way bill.
" Now let us 60 down." he says, and
all three descend to the forge without ex.
changing word.
The bellows roar, and every one is Al
work. Seeing once more the open she'd
of which he had thought so often wher
far away, the Zouave remembers hi:
childhood and how often he has PLAYED
between the heat of the road and tn.
sparks of the forge gllttering in the blacl
dust. A feeling of tenderness come
over him, and an intense desire to Obtain
his fathers forgiveness, but whenever b,
raises his eyes, he meets an 1nexorabl,
look.
! At last the blacksmith speaks:
]. "Lad said he. "there is the anvil, thu
tools-they are yours, and all that also,
added he, pointing to the little garde1
spread out before them. full of sunligh
and buzzing bees, and green peacefulness
like a picture, seen through the smok,
frame Of the doorway. "The beehives thu
vineyard, the house, all belong to you
Since you have sacrificed your honor 70
these things, it is but just that you shoult
have them. You are master here l an
going You owe five years to France, an(
/ go to pay your debt"
'Lory, Lory! where are you going?'
cries the poor mother.
/ "Father!" entreatingly falters the sol
but the blacksmith is gone, with long
strides, not turning once to look back.
| At Sidiebel -A5bes, at the headquarter
of the Third Zouaves, there is new vol
unteer, aged SIS
a Responsible Situation.
I wish to employ an energetic man o.