The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1880-12-23
Oct. 2s, 1880
[From Macmillan's Magazine.l
THE STORY OF YVES.
CHAPTER V.
MISS SMITH TEACHES YVES.
A BRETON LEGEND.

MIss sMIIH TEACHES YVES
Eileen could not sleep. Just as sh
was closing her eyes and going Of
comfortably, she seemed to hear Mon
sleur Duroc's sigh, and to see the tea
drop into the watch. It was so yer,
dreadful, the tender-hearted giI
thought, that he should be so lionel,
and not able to talk. Why, if sh
were ever so little sad, she could go t,
her father, or to Bridget, and tel
them everything.
My heart would burst If | had tt
keep trouble to myself. Oh, wha
can / do to help him ?" and the soft
hearted maiden cried till her pillow
was wet with tears.
1t was so difficult to know what tc
do; she saw no way out Of it. Ger
tainly her father had said-and she is
very wise, sobbed Eileen-"Yo ou must
be as kind as you can to the poor fel-
low, kindness soothes any trouble. >
She lay pondering this advice, and at
last she resolved not to leave Mon
sieur Duroc in peace till she had made
him understand he was regarded as an
equal, and as dear friend too, and
that he must tell his trouble to her.
She fell asleep on this, impatient for
morning.
Soon after breakfast, Mr.. Smith had
to go out, and then Eileen began
Monsieur Duroc?"
Eyes, Mees Eileen"
"Ah, but vous must not"-here she
shook her head violently 'jamais
call, whatever is call?n she said,
thoughtfully. "Well, never mind /;
you not say encore" she shook her
head again, "'Mees Eileen"
Yves smiled and nodded to show
that he understood Eileen was
pleased; she thought he looked bright
er and happier; and her pretty face
and winning ways had made Yves for
the time forget his sorrow.
"Vous etes," she pointed, 'Duroc
what autre chose? Jean? Pierre?
Louis? What autre?" She felt rath-
er proud Of knowing so many French
names. "Eh," for she saw that he
looked puzzled, "etes vous Jean Du-
roc? or Pierre Duroc or Louis Duroc?"
Yves looked at her and then burst
out laughing, and she clapped her
hands with delight; it was the first
time she had seen him laugh heartily,
and she scarcely knew how to contain
her Joy:
He is getting happier she said to
herself; 1T was a good idea He will
be quite happy by the end of the
week, poor dear fellow.
But Duroc had left off laughing.
'Je me nomme Yves Duroc, d votre
service, Mees Eileen"
She shook her head again.
mo, no, Yves she said, laughing;
1T is bargain, am, je,'' she touched
herself, Eileen Vous," she laid her
hand on his arm, yves. What Il
pretty name Yves is, though it does
sound like woman's! | shall always
call you Yves now"
Yves smiled and nodded, and went
back to his work; but Eileen soon
reused him from it by sudden cry Of
"Yves?"
He looked up smiling, and Eileen
was charmed. Il can say it bien," she
said, nodding at him. IF he only
could speak English she added, "he
would be too delightful" Yves y
she went on, Il shall teach you An
glais;'' she patted a dictionary and
smiled.
Yves smiled too. "Yes, Mees Eli
leen; sand you"
Before Yves came Eileen had often
complained of the dullness of Bristol,
and had longed to be back in her ma
tive Dublin; but now she felt quite
content. When her father came in
she told i'm that Monsieur Duroc
was growing happier, and understood
her better.
II am glad to hear it." said hel
father, dryly. Then with a grim
smile he asked, What is the special
cause Of his happinessg"
"Well, | don't quite know" she
laughed and blushed; lone thing is,
have made him understand he is. not
to say 'mees' any more, and | am tc
call him Yves Don't you think
Yves is lovely name, papa?" she
kissed him:
Its an odd name. | don't know
about lovely; but if it pleases you
sweetheart, it pleases me. Now gC
: and see If dinners ready
Days went by. Sometimes Mr.
Smith was in the shop nearly all day