The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1881-03-30

he resumed his walk more rapidly.
and was soon lost in the obscurity.
When my father could no longer
see him he could hear the noise of
his shoes on the road leading to
Mezieres.
"Ah !" said my father to himself
"Cheyaucheux must be sharp if he
means to catch up to that man."
And he went straight to the room
where Jean had slept. He was al
ready up and looking at his feet by
the light of a candle.
''Victory!H he cried when he saw
my father; II feel free and strong
and suffer no more. En- routep'
And quickly" replied my father.
l"Puvioux has just passed through
Rethel.a
"Pierre Puvioux
Il have just spoken to him. He
passed under our window, going
along as if the devil was after him."
'Ah, mon Dieul" exclaimed Chev-
aucheux as if he had been struck
down. He repeated once more !:
''Ah, mon Dieum Then he buckled
on his knapsack and cried: after
all, what YOU have told me gives
me courage. Let me be Off"
In room below my mother, al
ready up, was filling wallet with
provisions for him. But he refused.
He was not hungry. Putting on a
pair of my fathers shoes he started
blessing my mother and leaning on
my fathers arm to take the first
step.
Three or four years after this we
had heard no news from Chevau-
cheux. We used often to talk of
that evening when the soldier had
come into our house bleeding and
weary. What had been the end of
that romance of love so strangely
begun?
One day my father had to go to
Mezieres on business. He took me
with him. At Mezieres he wished
to enter the first BARRIERS shop that
he saw to get shaved. On the door
step little child was sitting with
its legs apart and smiling at the
sun"
"Will you allow me to pass ?''
asked my father, laughing.
no, won't" replied the child
with a little lisp.
At that moment the door open ed
and man in his shirt sleeves ap-
peared-the father-and took the
child up in his arms, saying:
Pierre Pierre! do you want to
drive away the customers p"
l recognized the voice and so did
my father. We looked at the barber.
The barber looked at us. It was Jean
Chevaucheux.
He laid the child down at once
and held out his hand His face
was all red and all beaming with
pleasure.
"What, is it 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:
Marguerite Margueritew he cried.
Come, come"
He was wild with JOY. A young
woman appeared, blonde, pretty,
blue-eyed, with pensive and gen
tie air, little sad.
"You do not know?' said Chevau-
cheux to her. 1T was this geniiet
man who took care of me so well AZ
Rethel the night before | arrived ae
your fathers house. = | havt
often and often talked to you about
him.; this is the gentleman.
Marguerite fixed her large calm
eyes upon US, saluted as softly; then
as her husband continued to evoke
the past, she looked at him tenderly
with q look that supplicated and
was not without reproach. But
Jean saw nothing.
"Ah, it is to you that | owe all my
happiness, monsieur My child, my
little boy, look at him, my little
Pierre 1t was my wife who wished
that he should have that namel
Isn't he fine boy, and strongly
built? And my shop is going on
first-rate. My wife, | adore herl
And AL this / owe to your
"And the other?" asked | i'm
prudently.
"The other?" said Chevaucheux
He curled his lower lip, did not
see that Marguerite turned her head
away. and answered:
'Pierre Puvioux Poor fellow
He arrived second, = and that
very eyening-it made me cry, / can
tell you-that very evening . : he
threw himself into the river.