Orange County observer. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1880-1918, 1888-03-31

oHc' Anu ny snoOts pest, and zev I
is jaloux. Zey wants re not try. All. /
and zey IS glad my gun is broke
Canallle" he muttered between his set
teeth, as he glared savacely at the marks
men.
The stranger looked around and /
thought to hlmsel that even in this beau
tful isolated region, 50 remote from the
struggling ambitions Of The world, envy
| and hatred flourished The boy has
actually a murderous look he thought, !
and those fellows must be a mean set
| If beggars TO treat him 90
'Iook here, Jean Baptiste' he said
aloud you shant be baked Of Your
hot. You shall take my rife: it's a first
rate one You'd better try If now, with
the other marksmen, till You get accus-
! toned 10 its weight
If he had rescued Jean Paptiste from
terrible fate, the Acadian could not
| have been more vehement in his expires
| slons Of gratitude In queer patois Of
| French and Engl sh, mixed with hvster-
loa sobs, he poured forth his thanks.
The stranger sauntered eisurey after
him. and watched with keen eyes the
! workmanship Of the Acadlans
| 'jeen Baptiste isn't half bad shot
| he said to himself but the bows too
nervous Dare say he'd have done bet
| ter If he hadn't been tearing his nerves
10 fiddle strings this evening Funny
people, these Acadians. Too exctable
! and noisy ever to make good marksmen :"
That night, in the loft which Jean Bap-
tlste shared with him, the boy confided
70 him his reasonss for wishing to win
Tie great prize. He saton his mattress,
his great brown eyes luminous with ex-
element and his expressive gestures
piercing out his imperfect speech.
you see, monsieur, vas born here,
and nevaire haf been feeftv mile from
&c prairie. You see a tall tree far off in
re ndrGis> | haf neyaire been more far
| climb il, | look far out | say, Jean
Baptiste Ayran. if You had a pony
for your own, YOU could run away You
could gallop, gaIlop into re big world,
and. who knows, make heap Of money.
:" All, W1nd Ul'u, is so tired , throw
ing out his arms with tragic gesture.
:" ! IS not a COW: | is not a horse to be
glad and satisfy because zc grass is fine.
| want togo far to see people to learn
o read. MprHicur when strangers come
lclc not GOOD, not kind Ii >e YOU zev
laugh at Us ICY say You cannot read
or write YOU know nothin; you are no
more zan your beasts Non, nm, strik
inc his breast, = | viii 90 away, | will
not stay here :
F." You would leave your father, your
friends" the officer SAID gently. MY
poor boy, the world ism quite heaven y
= 1t may be bad, yes. 1t may hurt me,
but it will not be zeprairie. All, choke
; | here =
In plain words. you want change, y
and the officer laughed. . You want the
pony to Gallop off into pitfalls, and
? stumble. against walls, and to get so
! many knocks and tumbes that all the
KINGS horses and all the Kings men
couldn't piece YOU into the old Jean
, Baptste again. You don't understand a
word say | was lust talking to nv
self you sec, and you needn't understand
Q Go to sleep, and sleep soundIy if YOU
want to shoot we'll Nothing like a cood
a night $ rest to steady the nerves.
= About ten o'clock next morning sew
& eral hundred people assembled at the ap
/ pointed place In the open prairie, the
+ Patgo fastened to tall pole tiuttered it
gay strcamers in the breeze and the at
tention Of the Acadians seemed divided
a between the bird and the stately young
officer who lowered above them all, hi
5 keen eyes taking in every detail Of th'
o scene
lIs looks like St Michael, whisperee
one 1.-The picture in the church
V Bah answered the other Nt
r Michael Is angry. he is trampinc th
> dragon. That man looks as cold as ice
i his face never changes, though he i
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