New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1879-10-22

loved me also. We made q happy
family. She has borne me three chill
dren, whom we adore, and who already
aid Us. Matters go on rather untoward-
~, but there is not 50 much to COM
plain Of, and If health continues, we
shall have in three years . fine booth
Of our own, and we will not perform
/. any longer in the open air.
ssAnd shall I carry your news to
your parentsp'' asked him.
ooh, no, sir. They believe me long
since dead, and ought to be consoled.
What would they say if they knew
their son was Mountebank? lido not
wish to give them this vexation. Would
you see me returning to the village
with Dorotheep'
Thereupon Bombochou left me. I
respected his wish, and never spoke Of
him to his father, whom often saw.
Last Sunday 1 went to the ginger
bread fair. The Grand Duchess loved
the military; I love the mountebanks.
Not because of their feats of strength,
but because, in our society, measured
of by q cord, they form q world apart,
with usages, customs, laws, which con-
stitute group very curious to study.
Some say when NJ. lola may conclude
to carry his eye-glass and his scalpel
through this unknown region he will
make . fine book.
It was early. No part of the show
had yet commenced. suddenly
stopped before q very modest booth, on
which / read: "Theater of the Bonn
bochou Family" At once raising with
my cane corner of the canvas en-
tered the booth. There found Doro-
thee, surrounded by FIVE children, to
whom she was about giving their food.
What do you want?' she demand
cd, in q harsh voice.
II wish to speak to PIERRE"
At these words the poor woman
broke into sobs. "You do not know,
them" she, said, "that he is dead these
three years. But who are you, then,
that you should be interested in himP
I am sure that you are his 'towny,'
the gentleman whom he visited at Paris
one morning ten years ago.
And, as l nodded my head, she add
ed: Take chair, then; l ought to
tell you how the poor man died. Here,
Augustine, dress your little brothers;
you know that we shall commence in
AN hour.''
! took the chair, which was only q
tripod. Dorothee seated herself on the
end of bench and related to me the
story Of her husbands death, in voice
broken every moment by tears.
"We were at the Gueret Fair" she
said; ..the weather was delightful, and
everything was going on we'll, when
all at once Pierre fell sick. We
thought nothing of it. cared for him
under the tent. But the malady grew
worse, and I called a physician. It
was the ty-Lold fever. I wished to
place my husband in the hospital, but
they refused permission under the pre-
text that he was stranger there, but
think it was because we were m0unte-
banks. was compelled to put him in
an inn, where they made us pay in ad-
vance. The malady lasted four months,
with improvements and relapses. Then
all our savings were spent, and l sold
our booth, our jack, our other little ef-
fects. Think, sir-four months with
out working, and the doctor, and the
druggist, and the inn-keeper, who al
ways insisted on pay in advance. Well,
one morning, our time being up, and
having no more money, we were put
out of doors. Pierre had been getting
better for some time, but he was thin
as q rail and weak as a child. Never
theless, it was necessary to work that
very day to earn supper for the even
ing. We betook ourselves to the
square. I began the exhibition, but
contributions were not forthcoming.
It was cold, being winter. The few
spectators put their hands in their
pockets, and kept them there.
Then Pierre, who was fretful, said
to me that it was necessary to try the
oask exercise. You know what it is,
sir. One takes q cask foil of water,
ties cord about it, takes the two ends
of the cord in his hands, and, this bur-
den on his back, makes the circle of
the audience. Pierre had done this q
hundred times, and it always called
out applause and brought sous into my
bowl; but then he was not ill.
"'Now, gentleman said he, make
up purse Of thirty sous and you shall
see the tour of the cask. Well, we can
get along with fifteen, ten, three. Good!
Let us begin
"As for me, had something like q
presentiment. You know I whis-
pered to him, that you are but recov-
ering from sickness. In your place I
would not fill the cask.'
Yes he answered, else afterward
they would call me robber.'
"Then he filled the cask to the brim,
and then, selling the two ends of the
cord, he tried to lift it up, but he could
not bulge it.
".Hen lift itr He'll not lift it!'
cried the crowd
s. Pierre tried again. The veins of his
neck and forehead swelled out in q
frightful manner, and a cold sweat fell
from his face.
'During the time jibes and whistling
began. At last he planted himself
firmly on the ground and gathered his
strength for 9 supreme effort. The
cask was raised half q foot; then my
husband and his burden fell heavily
on the ground.
Bombochou had broken his spinal
column,
- Dorothee,' muttered the dying
man, the tour is not made. Return
the money"
This was the narrative Of Dorothee.
admit that it moved me strangely,
and that the last words Of the poor
mountebank seemed to me grand.
Professional duty pushed to the point
of heroism is not common thing, and
it is curious to find it in q booth at the
fair. From the French.
As AGAINST the generally-received
notion that manure teaches through the
soil, Professor George H. Cook, Of New
Jersey, in his report Of the sewage Of
Paris, states that the sewage water, as
it comes from the sewers, is dark col
0rod fa1rhid and If q vilo nf1nr After