Deseret evening news. [volume] (Great Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1867-1920, 1892-08-03

but what doss thou wish m,
Francoisn asked tho mother. Let
rs sec; there is certainly something
thou wouldst like to have. Tell II
tell II mel 20 mo, thy mothorw Auf
she laid her check ON the piNow Of
the sick boy and whispered this soft
ly in his car us IL It was a secret
Thon the child, with IN odd accent
Strengthening himself up IN his hoi
aud stretching out his hand cagcrly
toward some invisible thing, rcpliec
suddcnly in an ardent tone. at the
Same time supplicating and impcra
tive,
Il want Boum- Boumr
Boum Bounl
Poor Madeleine throw frightened
look toward her husband. What do
the little one snyi Was Il the de
liiium, the frightiul dolirium, which
had como back ngainl
Boum- Boum
She did not know what that meant,
and she was afraid of these singulai
words which the child repeated with
n sickly persistence, as IT, not hnviuc
dared until now TO formulate his
dream, no graspcd the present tint
with invinCblo obstinacy.
Yes, Boum-Eouml BOum Boum
/ want Boum.Boum
The mother had seized Jacqucg
hand and spoke very low, US II do
mpnte1.
what docs that mean, Jacques
lie Is lostw
But the father had on his rough.
workingmau'B face n smile almost
happy but astonished, too tho smile
of u condemned man who forcscos
| possibility of liberty.
Boum.Bomn Eo rcmcmborcd well
the morning Of Easter Monday when
he had taken Francois TO tho circus.
He had still in his cars tho child's
outbursts OF 10 the happy laugh OF
the amused hoy. when tho clown,
the beautiful clown all spanglcd with
gold and with u great gildcd butter.
fly sparkling, many cnlorol, on the
back Of his black costume, skipped
across the track. guyo tho trip TO u
rider or held himself mOtionlo.s and
Gtiii ON the sand, his head down aud
his feet in the air. Cragain no tossed
up to tho chandelier sumo soft, felt
hats which he caught adroitly on his
head, whore they formed, ono By
one, n pyramid; and at each icat,
like refrain Frightening up his IN.
tclligcnt and drull face, he uttered
the sumo cry, repeated tho same
word, accompanied now and then by
n burst from tho orchestra, Bomn.
Buuml
Boum.Bouml and each time tina,
1t rang out, Boum.Boum, tho audi.
once burst ont into hmrahs and the
little one Joined ia with his hear
little laugh. Boum-Bouml 1t W
this Boum B1wn, it was the clown
the circus, II was this lnvontc
large part OF the city that littlcF !.
co.'s wished to sec and TO havo and
whom hecould not have and could
moi see, nee howas lying here with.
out strength in his white bed.
Ia the evening Jacques Legrand
brought tho Child a lointed clown,
a.l stitched with spahgles, which he
had bought in pas,agcway and
which was very expensive 1t was
the price Of four of his working days
But he would have given twenty,
thirty, he would have given the price
OF years labor to bring back q
smile TO the pale lips Of the sick child.
Tho child looked nt the playthiug q
moment as IL glistenod on the white
cover OF the bed, thch said sadly,
It Is not BoumB oum! want 70
Gee Boum BCumW
Ali If jacques could have wrapped
him up ia his blankets could have
carried him TO the circus, could have
shown him the clown dancing under
the lighted chandelier and have said
10 linn, Look! lie did better, Jacques,
lac went 10 the circus, demanded tho
address Of the clown, and timidly,
his legs shaking with fear, he
climbed, mo by one, the stops which
led TO tho artmcnt Of the artist nt
Montmartre. 1t was very bold this
that Jacques was going TO do. But
after all tne comedians go TO sing
and recite their mOnologucs in draw,
ing rooms ut the houses OF the great
lords. Perhaps the clown-oh, il he
only would-would consent TO come
aud say goodby to Francois. No
matter, how would they receive him,
Jacques LegrUnd hero ut Boum.
Boun's housoi
He was no longer Boum. Boum
He was NJ. Moreno, and, in the ar,
tistic dwelling, the books, the en-.
g.uyings, the elegance was like a
choice decoration around the charm.
ing man who received Jacques in his
Office like that OF Il doctor.
Jacques looked, but did not recog.
nize the ciown,and turned and twist.
cd lis felt hat between his fingers.
The other waited. Then tho father
excused himself. at was aBtonish.
ing what he came there to ask; il
could not be pardon, excuse. But, in
short, it was concerning tho little
one. A nice little one, monsieur.
And SO intelligent Always the first