Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1892-11-03

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boy amused them with h;s iaIge
anu ms slang. They laughed. and re-
pw;.L sns the words after him. rolled
no haS ngns ia the dirt of Paris which
hiltle Stenne wanted to saw soma
oaing loo, to prove that he was not
pp.uPlu' put something held him bacI
a,~N nim' apart from the othars
sloou a Frussian' who read him =,
SEEMED 10 do so, for his ewes nb5sS
quitteu him. He looked at him with
tenderness and reproach, as if he baa
q (, nome q little boy of the same ave "a
Stenne, and would say. Il had ratbsr
uie .hah see my boy doing thjs,n.
A.that moment stenn6 felts as IL 4
nand had been laid upon his heart 70
stop its beating. -
10 escape from his torment ba hac..
70 drink. Presently everything whirIed
around him. He heard vaguely. in lba
midst OF loud laughter, his Conrad
mooking the National guard. their
ariilsi a passage at arms, a MONT.
guard on the raniparts: Tlien liza
large boy lowered his voice. the Officers
approached him aud were grave. Tbs
.wretched boy was telling them of The
intended attack of the frencs -tirs,s.s
CRY and sober.
mot that won't have it."
But the other only laughed and Kent
on; When he had finished all Of tfs
officers were stirring about. One Of
them opened the door to the bows.
Out OF the camp with you!, he
said. no
Then they began to talk .among
themselves in German fery fast Trhs
large boy strutted out proud as a doco
and ciinking his money. Stenpe fSol.
lowed him with his head bangins
down. When they passed the Prus.
sian whose look had so troubled him
he heard a sad voice which said: mo,
goot! Not gootr
Tears came to his eyes.
Once on the plain again the bows be.
gan to run and returned rapidlv.
Their sacks were full of potatoes which
the Prussians had given them. With
these they passed unauestioped tha
renehes OF the tf~aRcsItnetirs; Thee
were preparing for the night attack.
troops were silently arriving and
massing themselves behind the walls.
The old sergeant was there and was
piaciag his men with such a confident
air. When the boys passed he recoc-
nized them, and smiled pleasantly. Al,
how that smile hurt little Stenne. For
a moment he wished TO CALI: =
Don't you go out, We have betrayed
you"
But tho other said, IF You speak
out we shall be shot;n and fear Rent
him still.
AT Courneuve they entered a DESERT
ed house to divide their money. Truth
ob!iges me TO say that the division was
honestly made, and that when he
heard the chink of the coin uuder his
blouse, and thought of the games Of the
gaIoche in the future, little Stenne
found that his crime was somewhat
less frighlful
But when ne was alone, the unhappy
boy! When. after they were through
the gates, the large boy had left him.
then his pockets began to grow heavy,
and the hand upon his heart more
weighty than before. People who
passed seemed to look at him more
severely, as if they knew from whence
he had come. He heard the word spy
in the noise of she streets and the beat.
inc of the drums which were marching
by the side of the canal. At last he
reached home and, glad to find that
his father was not yet in, he hurried
to his chamber 10 hide under his pillow
he coins that weighed him down.
Never had Pere Stenne seemed SO
joyous and so happy as when he came
back in that night. News had Just
been received from the provinces, and
affairs were going better. As he sat
the old soldier looked at his gun hang
ing on the wall and said to his boy;
MY boy, how you would 60 for the
Prussians If you were larger!"
Toward 8 o'clock they heard cannon,
'It's at Aubervilliers They are
fighting ut Bourget," said the good
man, who knew all the forts. Little
Stenne grew pale and, pretending that
he was tired. he went to bed, but not
to sleep. The cannon Numbered con-
tinually. He imagined the francs
tirenrs arriving at night to surprise
the Prussians and falling themselves
into an ambuscade. He remembered
the sergeant who had smiled on him.
The price of all that blood was hidden
under his pillow, and it was he, the
son of Nj. Slenne, the son of a soldier
Tears stifed him. From the bed by
his side he heard his father walk to the
window and open it. Below in the
street the roll was sou ading and a bat
TALON of the Mobile were gathering to
depart. Decidedly it was a Dattls
The wretched boy could not keep back
a Sob.
What's the matter?" said Pere
Stenne, coming back. The child threw
himself out of bed and at the feet of
his father. At the movement the coins
rolled upon the floor.
whats that? You have been steal
ing?n asked tie old man, trembling.
Then, all in a breath, little Stenne
told that he had been among the Pruss
slams and what he had done there.
While he spoke he felt his heart grow
freer. 1t had stopped its accusations.
Pere Stenne listened with "a stern ane
terrible face. When it was finished he
hid his face in his hands and wept.
''Fatherl fatiler!' said the child.
The old man pushed him away with
out replying and picked up the money.
s.That is alp" he asked.
Little Stcnne made a sign that 1t
was. The old man TOUCHDOWN his gun
and his cartridgebox, and put the
money in his pocket.
"'Tis WELT he said. II viii give
1t back to them"
They never saw him again. From
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