Arizona republican., 1892-08-28

night before while watching so late for me to come.
 Forgive me, your honor, for telling you all my troubles; but when saw the poor child so ill nearly lost my senses. The fever never left her. She had n thousand fancies. Sometimes she grew pale, her great eyes shining very bright l iy. Dilonne was the only friend who could make her smile. She often had a hard cough, which exhausted her con- pletely and brought two brilliant red spots to her cheeks. She grew weaker and weaker. Nothing seemed to give her any strength. The doctor said very little, but ordered medicines which cost much money. l could no longer work. l staid all day by the side of my little invalid. Soon she could not leave her bed, and then she had many fantastic wishes; she longed for expensive fruit, for toys and flowers. had no money, and not knowing what to do l was forced to borrow. How could refuse my darling?
 A neighbor lent me the money, for which he made me sign note. 1 would have signed away my hope of a place in paradise to make Solange happy, to watch her smile or see ray of return ing health. One afternoon in spring she said to me, in the little coaxing voice which could never resist, "Dear father, l feel well! want to see the flowers Will you bring Riquet and put me on him and take me out little way?'
 wrapped her up warmly She was as hghS as feather. Riquet seemed | pleased enough when he felt this tiny burden, and held his ears erect as if to show his good intentions. Solange cried out with joy, she was so glad to be in the fresh air and bright sunshine. Her small hands, which were almost trans parent, scarcely held the reins, but Riquet stopped of his own accord at all the best places for her to gather wild roses and sprigs of the hawthorn, which shed its white petals like snow on my little darling.
 "Oh, it is so nice here, is it not, papa" As the poor child said this her head dropped. She had sort of con vulsion and fell back on my arm which was about her. She was dead.
 The doctor told me he had expected it. They took her from me and was alone.
 As had not paid back the money borrowed and had signed note for it, they came to my house and seized every thing. The sheriff looked into all the closets, fumbled in the bureau drawers, -a,1f tn atf a t.N stable, and finally, on All Saints Day, they held the sale. Tine auctioneer stood on our large table.
 From a distance could see him take each article in his hand and hold it up to view-our china and glass, the clock, my clothes, the baby's cradle-every- thing was sold. Hidden in little vine covered arbor l watched it all. and felt my heart breaking as one thing after another went under the hammer. Finally, raising his voice, the auctioneer said; There is also a young donkey good for work. Is there buyer at for ty francs:"
 No one spoke.
 "At thirty"
 Not word.
 "Twenty-fve?"
 Then he said, "Gentlemen. he is worth more than that"
 They went to fetch Riquet. He came very slowly, pricking up his long ears and looking defiance from his eyes. He seemed to realize that he was to be sold, and that for him also happiness was at an end.
 This donkey is offered for fifteen francs, gentlemenW
 "Twenty!" said one.
 "Twenty-onep said another
 No one bids higher Gone!" and a burly, red haired, red faced farmer claimed him.
 Poor Riquet, who had always been so gentle, tried to kick, but his new master struck him with heavy stick and drag ged him away, suppose it was very foolish, your honor, but when l saw that ran off sobbing.
 l had to live, SO l went to farmer in the neighborhood, who hired me by the day. worked like brute, and that tired me so completely that it kept me from thinking of my grief At night l slept soundly, but the awakening was terrible, as l realized more and moro each day my burden of sorrow.
 At the end of year the farmers daughter was married, and there was a grand fete at the house: but the sound of the wedding music was death knell in my heart. l felt that l must get away from it all
 Quite alone l walked across the coun- try, and in spite of myself l took the road to Sorgas. swear to you, sir, had no evil intention in my mind. went along in 6 half dazed manner, feel ing that l had grown very old. Life is hard for the poor. Finding myself near the cemetery, thought l would visit the graves of my wife and child. Not wishing to be recognized, took short cut across the fields. The corn harvest was over. and as l walked l heard the stubble creaking under my feet
 All at once. on the other side of ditch, saw donkey and heard loud and prolonged bray. Coming closer, saw it was Riquet. who had recognized me. He stretched his neck as far as his cord permitted, and looked at me with his beautiful eyes wide open. He stopped cropping the grass, and when l was near enough he took my coat very gently between his teeth and shook his head several times. l caressed him and sat down to look him well over. l found him much abused. On his back were sores made by wearing too heavy sad d1n LIis lnrs runrn 1.nvnrn1 with hlnndv