Seattle daily post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, W.T. [Wash.]) 1881-1888, 1884-04-19

point always 10 pass that way Wnen
went on errands-
And then, when my apprenticeship
was ended. | had only a trade which. as
| told you, would not keep a man IN
food. Oh. have tried other trades: |
am not afraid of work. | ook you. / have
worked for the masons. been shop
bov. sweeper: what do | know besides.
Bah, sometimes there was no work: at
other times lost my place. In short,
never had enough to eat. All. coAfound
1t, what rage / have often been IN
when passing a bakery. Fortunately |
for ne, at these times, | always remem
bered the good sister IN the hosplce, who |
SO often told me 10 be honest, and be
ieved felt on my brow the warmth of |
her little hand.
AT last, AZ eighteen, enlisted. You |
know as well As /, the private soldier |
has just about enough. Now-it's al |
most rt 10 make one lang here comes
siege and famine. You see | did not
lie TO you. moment ago, when | told
you that | had always, always been
hungry.
The young duke was good hearted
man, and, III listening to this terrible
complaint uttered by soldier whom
| his uniform made his equal. he felt
| deeply moved. 1t was lucky for his re
| putation as a phlegmatlc swell that the
evening breeze dried a couple of tear
that b. gan to dim his eyes.
| Jean Victor" be SAID. "if We both
of Us survive this frightful war, We shall
meet again, and | hope to be of service
| to you. But Just now, as there Is no
other baker at the advanced posts but
the cOrnmlssary sergeant, and as my "a
ton of bread Is twice too large for my
small appette-it Is agreed, Is 1t mott
We shall go shares, like good COM
rades."
The clasp of the hand which the two
men lnterchanged was firm and warm:
then, as night was falling, and as they
nau b.en harassed by night duty and
alarms, they returned to the room In
the wine shop, where dozen soldiers
we're living on the straw-spread floor.
Here, tlinging themselves down side by
side, they fell INTO deep sleep.
Toward midnight Jean Victor awoke
most probably being hungry. The wind
had swept away the clouds, and, a moon
beam entering the room by a hole in the
roof. lit up the blond and charming
head of the young duke, who was Sleep
ing like an Endymion. Sill, touched
by the kindness of his comrade, j can
Victor was looking at him with simple
minded admiration, when the sergeant
of the platoon opened the door and
called the five men who We're to relieve
the advanced pickets. The duke WAS
one of the five, but did not wake when
his name was called.
Hardimont, get up," repeated the
sergeant.
"If you will be good enough, ser
geant," said Jean Victor, rising. II will
take his place. He sleeps so soundly-
and he Is my comrade.'
las you like"
| When the five men had gone the snor-
ing recommended.
But, half an hour later, shots in close
succession and very near at hand broke
the silence of the night. In an instant
every man WAS on his feet. The soldiers
came out Of the wine shop, marching
warily, with hand on trigger. and look
ing ahead on the road, which was lighted
by the moon.
Why, what time is it?' asked the
duke. 81 was to be on guard tonight
Some one replied:
"Jean- Victor has gone in your place"
AT that instant they saw a soldier come
running on the road.
"WeliT' they asked when he stopped,
quite out of breath.
The Prnssans are attacking - We
must fall back on the redoubt."
And your comrades!"
They are coming; there is only that
poor Jean-Nlotor, W o was"
"What!" cried the duke.
Killed instantly; shot through the
head. He hadn't time to utter a syl-
liable"
One night last winter about , o'clock
In the morning, the Duke de Hardimont
was issuing from the club with his neigh
Dor, the Count of Saulues. He had lust
lost SOME hundreds of louis, and felt a
little out of sorts.
"If you would like, Andre" he said
to his companion, We will go home Oh
foot. | want some fresh air
Just as you like. my friend although
the sidewalk Is Irctty bad"
AccOr 1ir-lv they sent their coupes
home, turued up tier coat collars, and
went down toward the Madeleine.
All at once the dukes boot struck an
object which rolled away before him.
1t was great crust of bread, ali covered
with mud.
Then, to his amaZemcnt. Nj. de Saulnes
saw the Duke de Hardimont pick up the
piece of bread wipe 1t carefully with his
embroidered handkerchief. ana place it
upon bench in the boulevard, under a
gas-iamp.
What are rou doing thereI'' said the
Count. bursting into laughter. Are
you mad!'
a. It Is in memory of poor man who
died for me-" replied the duke. whose
voice trem bled slightly. DO not laugh.
my friend; you will dlsobllSe me-"