The Penn's Grove record., 1883-12-22
PENIS GROVE, N. j., SATURDAY DECEMBER %, 1885.

begun in in France, and thousands OF
all classes and ages we're being daily
dragged to prison and dungeons, to be
thence conveyed to reekng guillotine
and sinking hulks, or to some open
spots of fiendish massacre.
But 50 far, Jacques and Jeanette,
though often Mortified at what they
saw and heard, remained unmolested
and Bobon still kept them company;
and, at last, even jeanette went so far
as to say she was glad the noble brute
was with ther., and that she would
not part with him for any money.
Jacques Pierrot was a smith by
trade which was a good business in
those days when letters, chains, bolts.
swords, axes. knives and firearms were
in such constant requisitlon-and be-
lieying himself as safe at the forge as
elsewhere, he kept steadily at work
from day to day, minding his own bust
ness, giving everybody a civil word,
and venturing no opinion on any sub
ject. Bobon regularly accompanied
him to and fro from his work; and as
Jacques was rather systematic and
precise on certain points, Jeanette
might look at a certain minute fol-
them coming up the street to their
meals.
One day as the supper hour drew
near, jeanette glanced at the clock,
and then quickened all her motions,
for she was a little behind time with
the meal, and as Jacques was always
SO punctual, she prided herself on al.
ways being ready for him at the min
ute.
AT length the viands stood smoking
on the table; and, looking up again at
the clock, jeanette was surprised to
perceive the minute-hand had passed
the hour without Jacques being pres
emit.
"What can detain him?" she muir
INJURED, with a strange dread of evil
creeping over her, as she hurried to the
door and looked a~nxiously down the
street. "Not to be seen, either, y she
continued with nervous anxiety; "what
can it mean? Mon Dieui if they should
have taken him away to prisonlo and
jeanette clasped her hands upon her
heart and staggered back into the
house
Five, ten, fifteen minutes passed
away, and yet no Jacques, This sus-
pense was not to be borne: better the
reality, however fearful; something
terrible must have happened, and
throwing a light shawl over her head,
Jeanette flew down to the smithery.
The doors We're open-the fires were
burning-but no Jacques was there.
She made hurried and anxious in-
quiries of the passers by; but they
scarcely needed her, for that was not a
judicious time for anything, about
matters of state or about individuals,
who m~ysteriously disappeared.
At length the distress of Jeanette
attracted the attention of an old wom-
an in the vicinity, who, after some
questioning, informed her that the
smith had been marched off between
two rough looking men, who might be
officers of the Revolutionary Com
mission.
"Oh, Mon DieM Mon Dieui my poor,
dear Jacques!n cried the half frantic
wife, wrinaing her hands. GAS 1
feared, he has been taken to prison,
and 1 will follow him and die with
him!n
But it was SO easy for the unhappy
Jeanette to follow the missing Jacques,
simply because she knew not where to
go; and no one, not ven the old wom-
an, could tell her whittier he had been
taken. So she finally went home in
great distress to wait for another day
or some tidings of him; but she had
scarcely entered the house when she
heard Bobon scratching and whining
at the door. The moment she admit
ted him he flew to his masters vacant
seat at the table, put his fore paws
upon it, looked up sorrowfully in her
face and gave u~tterance to a low,
mournful cry.
"Where is your master, Bobon2n
said Jeanette, in tears.
The dog jumped down, with a slight
bark, and ran to the door.
1t then occurred to jeanette to let
him out and follow him. This she
did. and he led her to the massive gate
of the main prison of Bordeaux.
Tremblingly she knocked at the gate;
and of the porter who opened the
wicket she inquired if Jacques Pierrot
was confined within. The man grufly
replied that he didn't know, and didn't
care to know, and advised the fair
questioner to go about her business.
Thus repulsed, poor Jeanette sat
down by the gate and cried for an
hour, the noble dog standing beside her
all the while, and looked the sorrow
which he had no language to express.
When at last Jeanette got up and
went home with a heavy heart, the
intelligent animal accompanied her to
the door, and then bounded away to
take his post at the prison gate, and
watch for an opportunity to get in to
his master.
jeanette passed a sleepless night,
praying for the deliyerance of him she
The next morning at daylight
she again repaired to the prison, but
Bobon was not to be seen. She made
further inquiries for her husband, and
learned that he was imprisoned within,
but could not be communicated with
till after the trial, which would take
place whenever the authorities should
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