Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1885-01-15

Nt ~ ~ A%vs tcs~t ssst aS-,@ y -
encrsh 70 york have been = u,sson's boy
on erfsna- frk A fypttspr, and I don't kaow
what elsel Sometimes diefc vsa 20 work 10
do; sometimes ! lost my place. Boz anshrw |
never got enough 10 eat All, tbunderl L
have FED furious sometimes When i passed tho
bakers shops And theo ] used to remember
the good sister at the hospital vino always told
me to keep honest, and IL seemed 80 ! fell
The burning touch OF her little hand on my
forehead When / was is years old ! enlisted
You know 90 well as / do thai the soldier has
barely enough And ho~--really II almost
makes one lauFh-thera IL the Siege and the
famine yvu see that told you the ruth just
now WHOM I said / had ttsen always hungry.
The young Duke was kind hearted, add this
cad tale Of enc who was a man and a soldier,
hike himself, touched him deeply. He was not
sorry that The evening Wind dried those two
tears that suddenly dimmed his eyes.
Jean victor said he, iii We both survive
hope 10 be able T. 81 some use 20 YOU
MeaItirie, "a thsre IL 20 baker at the eutposts
but the sergeant, and az the r-t'on u bread is
twice Is big as II need be for my small srTre'tio
it's agreed, isn't ity-we will so shares, hk3
good samraJes.S
f~irrilyi then. ~ night was falling, and they
were Disturbed bfL scouts and sentinsls, they
went back into the lint pafhdr, Nhsrs 8 dozen
soldiers were sleeping on, the straw, and threw
ing themselves down upou the floor side by
side were soon sound asleep
Towsrd midnight Jean Vic.er swoka. He
vas hungry, probably. The wind bad swept
away The clouds and a ray Of moonlight, sDth-
ina 'nta the room. through = hole in the roof,
lit up The beauttfSl faif bead Df tho young
Duke, sleeping like Endymi0n. j5au SteiSS. she
had been so touched by his comrad9's kindness,
4 was watching him with simple admiration, when
the sergeant OF the patrol opened the door aud
called the five men who were there TO relieve
the s%entinels at he outposts. The Duke was
one OF the number, but he did hot wake when
his name ~ss called,
"'Hardimont &c. pr~ repeated the ser
geant
III you will let me, sergeant .aid Jean
Victor, rising, II will take his place; he
sleeps so soundly, and he is my comrade.n
5"As you like" q -
And as soon a. the Ave men we're gone Inc
snoring recommended
But half an lou late. the sound OF hurried
shots, quite near, broke the silence Of the
night In a moment the soldiers sprang e
their feet; they went out Of the inn with eau
hous steps, their fingers on the triggers Of theil
guns, and looking far OF along the road tina
lay white IN the moonlight
What o'clock = IT. asked the pake, g
Some me snssersd dean Victor took sou
place.
the road
"welIg" they all cried to him, when he stop
ped, out Of breath.
"fhe Prussians.are attacking-ws must IA
back upon the redoubtn ". .s
And tho comradesyn
''They are coming. There Is only that poo
fellow misglng-Jean Victor"
WHAT" cried the Duke.
hKilied IN tbs spot by > bali in the head
He had not time to say Uuthg
One night last Winter, toward 2 o'clock in tn
morning, the Due de Hardimont came out o
the club with his ~neighbor, she Count O
Saulnes. He had just lost a few hundre
louis, and his head ached a little,
'tf YOU don't mind. Andre lie said TO hi
1 companion, 1--WE viii walk home, Iwant 8 lit
tlet fresh air" I'D .
sAs You like, old fellow, though the pave
ment is very dirty.
They sent away their b~roughams, turned NJ
their coat collars, and walked down towar
the Madeleine. All at once the Duke strue
the toe OF his boot against something and sen
it rolling II was a large crust of bread, al
soiled with mud
Then, to his astonishnfent, Monsieur d
Saulnes saw the Due de Hardim5nt pick up tn
crust, wipe H. carefully win mis- cGr0nvtefi
broidered handkerchief, aud lay IL on a bench OF
the boulevard full in the light Of q gas-lamp,
what are you doingl" asked the Count
with a burst OF laughter. "Are you mady
at ia 4 Temspbrance of q poor fellow wh'
once peeGsd IL fGpli6d Tire ppke; in a voice
that trembled q little. ''Don't laugh, MY deal
fellow, don't laugh The poor boy died fol
me."-San Francisco Arganaut