The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1886-09-17

Cling into his pockets and thought OF
the many games OF "galoche" he
should be able to play, his crime no
longer seemed such horrible one.
AS soon as he was alone, however,
he began to suffer misery; the big fellow
had left him as soon as they had
passed the gates, and then the crowns
began to grow heavier and heavier,
and the hand that was clutch
ing his heart tightened its grasp.
Paris seemed changed; the peo-
pie in the street looked at him
disapprovinely, as if they knew
where he had been, and he kept hear
ing the "spy" in thenoise of the wheels
andin the rolling of the drums the
boys were practising on along the CO.
nal embankment. He reached home
at last, and went to his room at once,
thankful that his father had not come
home yet; the crowns that seemed SO
heavy to him he hid under the pillow.
Father Stenne had never been SO
good or so jolly as that evening when
he came home. The news from the
provinces was good, and prospects,
looked more cheerful. While he was
eating supper the old soldier kept
looking up at his gun that hung from
nail in the wall, and said to his boy
with q good-natured laugh:
"Hey, little man, how you would go
for those Prussians if you were big
enough"
AboutS o'clock they heard the guns
booming.
THAT is at Aubervilliers. They are
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fellow who knew all the forts by heart.
Young stenne grew very pale and went
up to bed, saying he felt very tired;
but he could not get to sleep-and the
guns kept on booming. He fancied
that he could see the sharpshooters
going out into the night, SO as to sur.
prise the Prussians, and falling into
ambush themselves. He remembered
the sergeant who had smiled at him,
and he fancied he saw him stretched
out in the snow, and number OF 9th.
ers with him. The price of all this
blood was just there beneath his pill
low-and he. the son of Mr.. Stenne,
the son OF soldier! All! the tears
were choking him. In the next room
he heard his father walking up and
down, and then open the window. On
the square below they were beating to
arms; a militia battalion was forming,
ready to start. 1t was really a serious
battle; he could not keep back his
sobs.
"What is the matter?" asked Fae
ther Stenne, as he opened the door.
The child could not stand it any long.
er, he jumped out OF bed and threw
himself at his fathers feet; and as he
did so the crowns rolled out on the
floor.
"What is that?" cried the old man
trembling all over. "Have you stolen?"
And without drawing breath young
Stenne told how he had gone to the
Prussians and what he had done
there; as he talked his heart grew light.
er; it was relief to accuse himself.
Father Stenne listened and his brow
kept growing darker; when it was all
told he laid his face in his hands and
wept.
"Father, father" the child began,
The old man thrust him aside with.
out q word, and picked up the money.
"Is it all here?" he asked.
Young Stenne nodded. The old fellow
then took down his gun and cartridge
box, and put the money into his
pocket.
Every WE'LL" he said, "I am going
to give it back to them" And with.
out another word, without turning
round again, he went down and
marched away into the night with the
militiamen who were just starting.
He never was seen again.-Translate
from the French OF Daudet.