The Londonderry sifter. (South Londonderry, Vt.) 1883-19??, 1889-11-07
JEANS P0RTMANTEAU.
BY RspEccA HARDING DAVIS.


In 1920 there was living in the north
ern part Of Alabama an old Frenchman
whom we shall call Jean Paulet He was
younger son of noble family in Avig-
non, had come, mere lad, to fight for
the cause of freedom in this country I'M
der Lafayette, and had borne himself well
and bravely until the battle of Brandy
wine, where he lost his right arm, and
was obliged to leave the service.
His father was guillotined during the
Reign of Terror of Paris. Jean escaped,
returned, with the young wife whom he
had married, to this country, and found
his way to village in Alabama to which
many French refugees had fled
When the little money which they had
brought with them was spent, they seat
tered. Many of them made their way
back to France. Jean Paulet, with his
one child, Rose, girl of twelve, re-
NAMED. His wife was dead. Jean
earned small sum occasionally by teach
ing French to the children of the neigh.
boring planters. He and Rose were
happy and merry as two children, but
often they were hungry, and always
shabbily clothed.
One day, as usual, old Judge Pope
called at Paulet's cabin to smoke pipe
with him,
"Mosheer," he said, II have an idea /!
Why nave you never applied for pen
sion9 The country has owed it you for
many years. The back payments will
amount to considerable sum-
"Do you mean Eat re Republique zal
pay me for re service l give it?" He
drew himself up stitfiy. "No, zare .
Jean Baulet offered his body and his life
70 re help of re American people. His
body and his life vas crippled for dem,
out zey will not insult me by paying for
dat!'
Nonsense" was the judges irrever-
ent reply to this outbreak of patriotism.
You owe your strength to your child
Having spent it for this country in her
need, it is only just that she, in her pros
perity, Shall help you in your care of
Rosy here"
The Frenchman's face glowed.
''AA, Eat is a different light on i'll 1t
is great, noble country, and it cares for
re children OF its soldiers. | am willing
to receive aims from it, but not pay"
''Anyhow you like, SO you get the
money" said the Judge. ''Let me see
your papers---the proofs that you lost
your arm in the service" He examined
them carefully.
They're all right" he said s'Now,
mosheer, you must take these to Wash
ington. I will write to our Congress
man to attend to the affair. Rosy shall
stay with us. You must start to-
morrow
Monsieur Paulet changed color, and
hesitated painfully.
"Yes, yes, my dear fellow, | under
stand! Ii is a long journey, and you
are out of funds just now You must
. draw on me. | am often out of funds
myself and you will be rich man when
you come back. Then l will draw on
you. 1t is all settled"
The kindly but peremptory old Judge
had his way. Rosy was taken out to the
plantation and received with delight by
Mrs. Pope, the children and swarm,
of young negroes with all of whom the
French child was a pet.
Monsieur Paulet, in new suit of
clothes, money and ticket in brown
portmanteau, belonging to the Judge, was
escorted by almost all the population OF
the village to the inn from which he was
to begin his journey, and departed, load.
ed with prayers and good wishes fol
good luck.
1t is hard for the people of the present
time to understand the travelling of thost
days. Jean Paulet started in November
for Washington on horseback. When he
reached the Ohio River where he expect
ed to take boat, it was frozen over
Then began long and perilous journe,
IN an open sled along the banks. It wa,
late IN January when he reached Wheel
ing, W. Va, the terminus Of the Nationa
Road.
He was exhausted and feeble, and hi.
money was nearly spent, but he wa
thankful, sure now that his troubles wer,
over.
stage-coaches ran regularly between
wheeling and Baltimore. Poor littl,
monsieur climbed into one of these on,
stormy day at noon, and, wrapping him
self In his blanket, deposited his port
manteau in the straw at the bottom OF tn,
coach and curling himself up on the seat
slept heavily. He did not waken unit
the coach drew up in little village j,
pennsylvania, long after nightfall.
The inn door stood open, and SAVIOR,
smell OF supper poured out Severa
coaches, with their teams Of prancin.
horses, stood in the great inn yard, ant
hostlers, guards and drivers We're stamp
Ing about, scoiding and swearing.
Twenty minutes for support shoute,
the guard in the window at monsieur
Jean, who was the only passenger
crawled out sleepily, and hurried into tn
warm supper-room.
There seems to be grand concours
oi re coach here" he said to a negi
waiter.
Eyes, sab. 1t is one Of the big sta
tons on the road. Old Samuel Boyc
lives here. He's superintendent of tn
stage line. A big owner, too. That
Mr.. Bcyce, sab, /" flourishing his napki
toward short, untidy old man, VIII
stood with his back to the fire peerin
through his spectacles at the passengers
His bald head rose red and shining abov
his little, ferretlike eyes; the snut
which he took necessarily drabbled hi
dirty, rufiled shirt-front.
Monsieur, however, paid no attentio
to the old man, but hastily ate hi
supper, paid for it, and hurried out t
the coach
1t was gone,
Another, with a different driver an
guard, drove up with dash and foot q
the hora into its place.
"This coach for Cumberland th
guard shouted
Jean stood stunned and bewildered
He was not practical, ready man.
''Vere is my coach2' he asked. 81
vas red; zis is green. 1t vas re Eclipse.
''Get aboard, Frenchyl Can't you nd
in anything but a red coach?" shoute