Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1882-09-28

| And as if that name of ChevaucheuX haC
been the prick of spur, he resumed his walt
more rapidly and was soon lost in the obscuri
ty. 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, 'Chevau
cheux must be sharp if he means to catch 'uI
that man. And he went straight to the room
where Jean had slept. He was already uI
looking at his feet by the light of candle.
Victory = he cried when he saw my father
Il feel fresh and strong, and suffer no more
En route!'
And quickly p replied my father: "Pu'
vioux has just passed through Rethel.'
Pierre Puvioux p
81 have just spoken to him. He passed un.
der the window, going along as if the devil
were after him.
sAh mon Dieu p exclaimed Chevaucheux.
as if he had been struck down. He repeated
once more 'Ah mon Dieu !! Then he buck.
led on his knapsack and cried After all what
you have told me gives me courage. Let me
be off y
In the room below, my mother, already up,
was filing wallet with provisions for Chev.
ancheux. But he refused. He was not hun,
ery. Nevertheless he let her fill him flask
of brandy, and putting on a pair OF my Ia
theirs 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 of ChevaucheuX. We used often to
talk of that evening when the soldier had
come into our house bleeding and weary.
What had become Of him What had been
the end of that romance Of love so strangely
begun ?
One day my father had to 90 to Mezieres on
business. He took me with him. AT Me-
zieres he wished to enter the first BARRIERS
shop that he saw to get shaved. On the door
step little child was sitting with It's legs
apart and smiling at the sun.
'Will.you allow me to pass ~ asked my Ia
ther laughing. -, -,
NO / won't y replied the child with lit
tie lisp.
At that moment the door opened and man
in his shirt-sleeves appeared-the father-and
took the child up in his arms saying:
"Perre! Pierre do you want to drive
away the customers ?"
1 recognized the voice, and so did my father.
The barber looked at US. 1t was Jean Che.
vaucenX
He laid down the child at once and held out
his hand. His face was all red and beam
ing with pleasure.
"What, is it you ?-Ah and to think that
I have never written to you l-Ah you don't
know--it is L who married her, l arrived
first.'
And rushing into the back shop: s'Mar,
guerite Marguerite ~ he cried "Come
Come!
He was wild with joy. A young woman
appeared, blonde, pretty, blue eyed, with
pensive and gentle air, a little sad.
''You do not know" said Chevaucheux to
her. cit was this gentleman who took care
of me 50 we'll at Rethel the night before al
rived at your fathers house. | have often
and often talked to you about him-this is the
gentleman"
Marguerite fixed her large calm eyes upon
us, saluted us and thanked us softly then, as
her husband continued to evoke the past, she
looked at him tenderly with look that sup
plicated and was not without repr0ach. But
Jean saw nothing.
''Ah it is to you that owe all my happi-
ness, monsieur my child, my little boy, look
at him, my little Pierre! 1t was my wife who
wished that he should have that name! Isn't
he a fine boyp and strongly built and my
shop is going on tirst-rate. My wife ! adore
her and all this owe to you -"
"And the other ?" asked I imprudently.
"The other ?''said Chevaucheux.
He curled his lower lip, did not see that
Marguerite turned her head away, and an
Swered:
"Pierre Puvioux2 Poor fellowl He arriv-
ed second, and that very evening-it made me
cry, I can tell you-that very evening, ne
threw himself into the river.-PGrisld1.