The Monitor. [volume] (Woodstown, N.J.) 1884-1892, 1892-01-08
IN wr..el. al iit;ls cnllarerl.

crime brings playthings . the babies
mammal
ssSonetinS-ye
Then WIZ DOESN'T she bring play
things TO or house. mammal.
we lire too far away. perhaps and
then-we are TOO pooT.
she brings them only 4 rich babies
then, mammal But why, mamma, why
say should love TO see p~laythings
"Eh, bieni some day you max. if yon
are very good-tonight, perhaps If YOU
are wise and 60 TO sleep
81 will. then, mamma, ! will right
away 20 she can bring them tomor
row
The little voice ceased. there WIS u
long silence then a long breath, even
and light!
The child slept al last-the mother
also.
La Bretonns only did not sleep. An
emotion al once poignant and tender
tore al her heart and she thought more
than ever Of that little one whom they
said she had killed This lasted till
dawn
Mother and child still slept, but La Bre
tonne was up and out, gliding hurEiedly
and furtiyely in the direction Of Au-
Derive ard siackening her pace only
when the first houses Of the village came
in sight.
Soon she had reached and was trayers
ing It's only street, walking slowly now
and scanning with ali her eyes the signs
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her attention. she knocked at the shut
ter and presently it opened A MERGERS
shop apparently, but also with some toys
and playthings in the window-poor.
pitiful triaes, a pasteboard doll. a Noahs
ark, a woody, stiff legged little sheep.
To the establishment of the merchant,
La Bretonne purchased them all, paid
and went out. She had resumed the
road TO the hoyel IN the wood. when
suddenly a hand fell heavily upon her
shoulder, and she was face to face with
a brigadier Of gendarmerie.
The unhappy m had forgotten that
it was forbidden to liberated prisoners
to loiter in the neighborhood Of the
Maison Centrale.
Instead Of y~agabondizing here, you
should already be at Langres, said the
brigadier grufiiy. Come, march: be
off with yoa! To the road. TO the road
| say
She sought to explain Pains loat
At nce q passing cart was pressed into
service, La Bretonne bundled into il
and in charge Of a gendarme once more
en- route for Langres.
The cart jolted lulnberingly oyer the
frozen ruts. The poor La Bretonne
clutched with a heartbroken air her
bundle Of playthings in her freezing
fingers
All AZ once, at Il turn Of the road. she
recognized the cross path that led
through the wood Her heart lcaped
and she besought the gendarnle to stop
only one moment. She had a commits
sion for La Fleuriotte. the woman that
lived Just there.
She duplicated with SO much ferror
that the gendar1ne, a good man al heart.
allowed himself to be persuaded They
stopped. tied the horse to a tree and as
cended the pathway.
Before the door La Fleuriotte hewed
lIE GuklSACs WIN 4AND bsEE EtAl3t*A
fagots. On seeing her yisitress return,
accompanied by a gendarme. she dwelt
open mouthed and with arms hanging.
Hist said La Bretonne, hist! the
little one-does it sleep stillE
YES, butt
Then. here, these playthings; lay
them On the bed and tell her st. Cath
crime brought them | returned to An
Derive for them, but it seems | had 10
right to do it, and they are taking me
now to Langres."
Holy Mother Of Cod" cried the
amazed La Fleuriotte.
Hist. be still, | say
And drawing near the bed herself,
followed always by her escort, La Bre-
tonne scattered upon the coverlet the
doll, the Noah's ark and the stiff legged
woolly and somewhat grimy little lamb.
bent the bare arm of the child till it
clasped the latter, then turned with "a
smile.
"Now, said she, addressing the gen
darlne, vigorously rubbing his eyes with
the cuff Of his jacket-the frost, it
seemed. had gotten into them-"l am
ready; we can go.'-Translated from
the French of Thuriet by E. c. Wag
goner for Short Stories.