The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1881-04-06

the room where Jean had slept He was
already up and looking at his feet by the
light of a candle.
Victory" he cried. when ne saw my
fstheri Il feel fresh and strong, and suffer
no more. I'm rOute!"
And quicklyr' replied my father.
''Puvioux has just passed through Rethel"
"Pierre Puvioux?'
al have just spoken to him. He passed
under our window going along as If the
devil were after him.
"Ah, mon Dieur, exclaimed Cheyau-
cheux as if he had been struck down. He
repeated once mere: "Ah, non Dieu!''
Then he buckled cnh his knapsack and cried
after all, what you have told me gives me
courage. Let me off,
In the room below, my mother, already
up, filing a wallet with provisions for Che
vaucheuK- But he refused. He was not
hungry. Nevertheless he let her fill him a
fiask of brandy. and putting on a pair of
nay fathers shoes he started, blessing my
ncther and leaning on my fathers arm to
take the first step.
Three or four years after <his we heard no
news of Chevaucheux. We used often to
talk of that evening when the soldier had
come into our house bleeding and weary
What had beome of him? What had been
the end of that romance of love so strangely
beguns
One day my fstker had to go 10 Mezieres
on business. He took me with him. At
Mezieres he wished to enter the first barber
shop that he saw to get shaved On the
doorstep little child was sitting with its
legs apart and smiling at the sun.
Will you allow me to pass?' asked my
father, laughing.
mo, WON'T" replied the child, with a
little lisp.
At that moment the door opened and a
man in his shiTt-sleeves appeared-the
father-and took the child upon his arm,
Pierre! Pierre! do you want to drive
away the customers?"
L recognized the voice and so did my
father. We aeoked at the barber. The bar
Der looked at US. II was Jean Chevau-
cheux.
He laid the child down at once and held
out his hand Hisdace was all red and beam
ing with pleasure
What is 1T you? : All, and to think
that have never written to you! .
All! you don't know. 1t is who
married her[ arrived first"
And rushing into the back shop: MAR
guerite! Narguerite.' he cried, 'come,
comepr
He was wild with joy. A young woman
appeared, blonde, pretty. blue-eyed, with a
pensiye and gentle air, O little sad.
her. lit was this gentleman who took care
of me so we'll at Rethel the night before
arrived at your fathers house. /
have often and often talked to you about
him. Tkislis the gentleman"
Marguerite fixed her large calm eyes upon
u.s. saluted us and thanked us softly; then,
as her husband continued to evoke the past,
she looked at him tenderly with look that
duplicated and was not without reproach.
But Jean saw nothiGg
"Ah! it is TO you tllat / owe all my hap
piness, monsieur Ny child, my little boy,
look at him my little Pierrel 1t was my
wife who wished that he should have that
name. Isn't he fine boy? and strongly
built. and my shop is going on first-rate.
My wife. 1 adore, and all this owe to
yOu!-"
"And the other?' asked |, imprudently.
THE other?'' said Cheyaucheux.
He curled his lower lip, did not see that
Marguerite turned her head away and an
swered:
pierre Puvioux? Poor fellow. He arrived
second, and that very evening-it made me
cry, 1 can tell you--that very evening he
threw himself into the river"