The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1884-12-18

some use to you. Meantime, rs there
is no baker at the outposts but the SER
geant, and as my ration of bread is
twice as big as il need be for my small
appetite agreed, isn't tive will
60 shares, like good comrades"
The two men grasped hands warmly
and firmly; then, as night was falling,
and they were disturbed by scouts and
sentinels, they went back into the inn
parlor, where dozen soldiers wero
sleeping on the straw, and throwing
themselves down upon the floor, side by
side, were soon sound asleep.
Toward midnight Jean Victor awoke.
He was hungry probably. The wind
had swept away the clouds, and ray
of moonlight shining into the room
through hole in the roof lit up the
beautiful fair head of the young Duke,
sleeping like Endymion. Jean Victor,
who had been so touched by his com
rade's kindness, was watching him with
simple admiration, when the sergeant
OF the patrol opened the door and call
ed the five men who were there to re-
lieve the sentinels at the outposts. The
Duke was one of the number, but he
did not wake when his name was
called.
"Hardimont, get up!" repeated the
sergeant.
"If you will let me, sergeant" said
Jean Victor rising, al will take his
place; he sleeps so soundly, and he is
my comrade."
"As you like"
Ard as soon as the five men were
gone the snoring recommended
But half an hour later the sound of
hurried shots, quite near, broke the ST.
lence of the night. In moment the
soldiers sprang to their feet; they went
out of the inn with cautious steps, their
fingers on the triggers of their guns,
and looking far off along the road that
lay white in the moonlight.
"What o'clock is itp' asked the
Duke. 81 was on duty tonight"
Some one answered, Jean Victor
took your place"
At this moment soldier came run
ming up the road.
"Well?' they all cried to him when
he stopped, out of breath.
1.-The Prussians are attacking-we
must fall back upon the redoubt."
"And the comradesPn
"They are coming. There is only
that poor fellow missing-Jean Vic
tor.
WHAT" cried the Duke.
"Killed on the spot by ball in the
head He had not time to say, OUT"
One night last winter, toward two
o'clock in the morning, the Due de
Hardimont came out of the club with
his neighbor, the Count de Saulnes.
He had just lost few hundred louis,
and his head ached little.
"lf you don't mind, Andre" he said
to his companion, 1--WE will walk home.
| want little fresh air."
"As you like, old fellow, though the
pavement is very dirty
they sent away their broughams,
turned up their coat-collars, and walk
ed down toward the Madeleine. All at
once the Duke struck the toe of his
boot against something and sent it roll
ing. 1t was a large crust Of bread, all
soiled with mud.
Then, to his establishment. Monsieur
de Saunes saw the Due de Hardimont
pick up the crust, wipe lit carefully with
his coronet-embroidercd handkerchief,
and layft on bench on the boulevard
full in the light of gas-lamp
"What are you doing?' asked the
Count, with burst of laughter. "Are
you mad?"
at is in remembrance Of poor fell
low who once needed it, replied the
Duke, in voice that trembled little.
Don't laugh, my dear fellow, don't
laugh. The poor boy died for me-,