The Cheyenne daily leader. [volume] (Cheyenne, Wyo.) 1870-1884, 1883-12-30
FAITHFUL BOBON.

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reign Of the Sixteenth Louis. His dog was a
large. brown, shsggy creature, which many
called ugly: but nobody ever applied that
epithet 10 Pierrot's wife, who was young,
sylph-like, pretty and fascinating. Jacques
loved two ereatures-so he said, at least-his
dog and his wife. We mention the dog first,
because he always did, and 1t was the one Of
his two loves which he first procured
Now. though Jacques loved both dog and
wife, and the dog seemed to love both master
and mistress, the wife, for some reason, did
not love both husband and dog, but disllled
the latter exceedingly, perhaps because she
fancied be divided affections that should have
been all hsr own.
Jacques" she would frequently say to
him, NOV 10 ssii thai ugly brute, * you caG
find anybody fool enough To buy him-or, If
not, give him away. he is only In the way
here, and eats as much as you or L"
Nov, my dear Jeanette" Jacques would
reply. you'd be one Of the sweetest and
most reasonable little beauties In tho world,
If you'd only appreciate poor Bobon, who's a
dog thar knows as much as either OF u.s."
Speak for yourself. Master Jacques, and
not for mel Its no great compliment to the
dog to say he knows Us much as you. But IL
he knew ten times as much, of what use
would he DO TO usi for he takes all out and
brings nothing in"
But like company, Jeanstte."
well, haven't you msf'
"Ys-but you can't follow me all about tho
city as Bobon does"
~ wish could, and make q nightly report
for your benefit"
"Yss. but l don't want any report, and so
prefer the dog. who's always discreet and
keeps Il civil tongue. And then, Jeanette,
you know be guards the house at night"
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nothing for anybody to steal"
But tho thieves don't know that, my
dear, you see. And then, IL some Of the ras-
calls should happen TO hear you talking so
swcetly TO me, who knows but they'd just
carry you of, and leave me to break my
heart in solitude1 You see l got Bobon for
some purpose-I don't exactly know what
but itli turn up some day as sure as / am a
prophet"
'Pshawl you're a fool, Jacquesln
81 know 1t. but can't help 1t, amp more
than you can help being so sweet and
pretty"
well there, Jacques" Jeanette would
generally wind up, with a kiss "you are a
dear good soul. 50 you are, and II you'll only
promise 10 love me best. you may keep Bobon
as long as you like"
This kind Of ~colloquy generally took place
as often as once, sometimes twlco a week
Jeanette beginning with a firm determInn-
tion to get rid of the dog. and ending with
permission for him to remain as long as lie
and his master might think proper.
The subject Of this family biokortng was
a very sagacious animal, who behaved him
self as all gontiemanly dogs should. His
master did not stretch the truth a great deal
when be said that Bobon knew as much as
himself or wifs-for tue dog wasa remarkable
dog, and would ssem to comprehend many
things Like a rational human being. For In
stance during tho wrangls about himself, hc
would steal sorrovfully away under tho bod
or under the table, and there, with his large,
bright, noble-loohng brown eyas fixed
earnestly upon the e~ontending parties, would
ssem to listen anxiously for tho conclusIon;
and then, if favorable to himself, as 1t rener-
ally was, ha would come forth wpgging his
tail, and look up cheorfully, almost hu-
manly, into the faces Of both.
Time rolled on, France became as a troub-
led ocean,, and a perfect tornado Of human
passion swept madly over the ship Of state.
Tn good but vacilleting king master was
put under matches, and a monstrous and
bloody insanity took the helm, and ran the
old, leaky, and crime-laden vessel upon the
breakers of faction, wbero she speedily 10
came a wreck, and ingulfed hundreds Of
thousands of human beings who had embarked
in her for the voyage OF life.
Speaking without figure, that bloody epoch
known as the reign of terror, had began in
France; and thousands Of ali classes and ages
were being daily dragged to prison and dun
geons, to be thence conveyed to reeking gull
lotine and sinking hulks, or 10 some open spot
OF hendish massacre.
But, 70 far, Jacques and jeanette, though
often Mortified at what they saw and heard,
remained unmolested, and Bobon stin kept
them company and at last even Jeanette
went 50 FAR as to say she was glad the noble
brute was with him, and that she would not
part with him for any money.
jacques PierTot was "a smith by trade
which was Il good business In those DAYS.
when letters, chains, bolts, swords, axes,
knives and firearms were in such constant
requisition-and believing himself as safe at
the forge as elsewhere, he kept steadily at his
work from day to day, minding his own bust
ness, giving everybody a civil word, and
v%enturing no opinion on any subject. Bobon
regularly accompanied him 10 and fro from
his work, and as Jacques was rather SYSTEM
attic and precise on certain points, Jeanette
might look out a certain minute, TO see them
coming up the street on their meals.
One day as the supper hour drew near,
Jeanette glanced at the clock, and then quick
ened all her motions, for she was little behind
time with the meal, and as Jacques was al
ways 50 %puuctual, She prided herself on
always being ready for him at the moment.
AT length the viands stood smoking on the
table; and, looking up again at the clock
Jeanette was surprised to perceive the min
ute hand had passed the hour without Jacques
being present.
"WhHt can detain himT' she murmured,
with a strange dread OF evfl creeping over
her, as shs hurried TO the door and looking
anxiously down the street mo to be seeu,
either" she continued with nervous anxiety;
"what can it meant MOI Dieul IL they should
have taken him away to prkon.' and Jean
ette clssped her hands upon her heart and
staggered back into the house.
Five, ten, fifteen minutes passed away, and
yet no Jacques. Tn suspense was not to he
borne; better the reality, however fearful;
something terrible must nave happened and
throwing a light shawl over her head, Jean
cite how down to the smithery. The doors
wure opcn-the hfe was burning-but no
Jacques was there. She made hurried and
anxious inquiries OF the passers-by; bat they
scarcely decided her; for that was not q judic-
ious time for anything, about matters OF state
or about individuals, who mysteriously dis
appeared
At length the distress Of Jeanetts attracted
the attention Of an old woman in the vicinity,
who, after some questioning, informed her
that the smith bad been marched OF between