Wichita eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1886-1890, 1888-04-29
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to the right precipitous cliff, bristling with
bushes bending beneath heavy weight OF
/ snow. They talked no more, but advanced
with caution, feeling for the places 20 put
/ their feet
As the ascent continued Q burning sweat
which frozs almost soon as it appeared,
broke out al over them: from their oppressed
threats the breath escaped In noarse and
/ labcred paintings. and their temples throbbed
| as IL they would burst. They exhausted
themselves in efforts TO keep II tbepathway.
bending 10 the ground 10 avoid the force Of
! the wind--compclied IN some places 70 save
/ themselves BY clinsing to the rocks, in others
/ by crawling upon their faces
i The good old cure was forced 10 leave his
/ cloak in the bushes, where the tempes. had
carried it, and where ii tapped about like tbs
| sails Of vessel For long time the cure bad
| kept up stout heart, but at last his strength
/ began to fail him, and be turned 10 his COM
/ panion, crying in 8 broken voice: 1t IL
I hard work, MY boy, for an Old graybeari
/ hke me-
Shall carry you, n ls Curef'
| NO my child, no; one OF Us must have .
chance of escape
| ~Yorde- is the forest the peasant az
! claimed, suddenly; ''les US remain there until
/ daylight; then We can 20 ol.r
/ But the priest refused 'Our DAYS ars
numbered said ne, but only few minutes
separate Densesrius Blanc from the judgment
OF God Remain in the forest yourself, my
/ boy; as for me, l must so ON
Fifty yards further, ard they ccaid dis
tinguish the first shadowy line Of whisened
trees, the beginning OF the forest They CON-
uenced 70 run, but the Geld froze them, the
wind whipped their faces, the snow beat upcn
them from every direction and The paril in
/ creased with every step. Once under tho
trees they had moments respite but only a
moments. They were now travelling by
chance, bewildered and helplessgy submitting
10 all the horror and terror OF their position.
stumbling over the stones concealed beneath
the snow and slipping, falling and rising,
only to fall again
I'VE cannot go any further, u. ie Cure
said Antoine 1T last; I'VE have nothing to
guide Us.
The priest did not reply, but, drawing a
match from his pocket. he managed % re-
light the lantern. which had gone cut IN the
struggle ON the mountain, ana looked about
him Antoine, pale, without a hat. his
hands torn by the rocks and his clothes in
tatters, stood beside him, bus not a trace OF
the road could be seea-
Antoine, my son. said the old cure ten
derby, Il ask your pardon fer having brought
you with me; l should have come alone
Disrespectfui for the first time in bis life,
the peasant only shrugged his shoulders.
Embrace me, my poor childT" the cure cor
tinued, almost ia tears; and Antoine fell
upon his breast weeping bitterly. I'VE
must 20 on, Antoine said the cure at last:
If we remain here we shall go 20 sleep, and
10 sleep is death
Again they took up their painful march,
but the Able Broex had relied too much
upon his strength; he staggered as lie walked,
MS limbs were like lead, and bis brain be-
numbed with cold
Il am thirsty Safi he suddenly; 50
thirsty And STOPPING down he took up .
handful OF snow and lifted 1t to his lips, but
the peasant checked him You must not do
that, NJ. lie Cure said he, shave a little pa
tience"
Ali at once the old han staggered and
fell Antoine dropped the lantern and caught
him IN his arms Give the a drink he
whispered family; Il die OF thirst"
Antoine uttered a cry Of despair. ~Hsipi
helplr ne shouted, as il there were any enc to
hear in that desolate solitude. "A holy man g
dying for want of a little water" His voice
rose even above the noise Of the wind ard
tempest but no other voice responded 10 the
appeal Into thy hands, oh, Lord the
cure mUrmured
Antoine kneit beside him tears Of grief and
pain falling from his eyes upon tins frsezin.
flesh of the good old able. At the end Of his
resources, exhausted and overco<ns with sor-
row. be lifted his pastor in hk arms and
placed him beneath the shelter Of q rock
which formed sort of recess In the ciff.
There they rcsted. plunged ia deadly torpor
hearing uothing-seeins nothing
The wind ceased, the clouds dispersed,
leaving behind them q dark blue sky studded
with brilliant points
1T Is paradise murmured the Abs
Brock, but IN the name Of Pity give me
water CT little snow
III would be better To take poison, u 10
Cure the peasant replied.
'Ah, but suffer sol suffer soF1
Have you a knife, VI lie cureI' cried tho
peasant, hssitatingly.
Yes answered the priest. his voice almost
a whisper; take il from ny pocket Thers
was a moments silence, then Antoine Epoks
again
Open your mouth, u le Cure, sasi be;
''opeu Il and drink; II 10 blood, fresh ard
warm
The priest Obey ed, and in order % sxagt tho
sacrifcs which this poor peasant had made
for. him, applied BIS lips &c the arm Of An
toine who bad pricked vein Ike the channels
hunters Of the Alps when ovsrcoras by fatigue
and thirst. Lifs ard energy returned % hifn
rs be drank NY chsid.s be cried, "yoI
have saved your pastor: God wBl rslasmbsr
ard reward you
At tais moment tkerp was tie souD6 Il
voices calling IN the distance. Antoine an
sUersd, Gnd soon . grogp % m0un tAirers
appeared IN si-ht- FOR hours they had sx-
posed thsnns 70 the fury Of tbs stosm
seeking fer tiiaSasan % God.
TIE following morIslg The Able Brock re-
turned 20 bis hons. reTnetrius Blanc was
dead and bad died true Christian
Ba; 10 ons was ever able 70 make AHtosas
Fsvel beiisve that hs had done an aot %
heroisra. -Trsnslatsd from the French 81
Charles Bue, for The San Francisco CkTo1inl@-
Care Of the Ysre.
soap shocId not be esd OF the sac.. ~
there are ehsraicslls whtcs shius AID dry ths
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