Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1894-08-18

Pssisian. and This title Of Partisan
which they give me runs through my
head increasingly. y appears to me syn,
onymous with queen. My father sud-
denly says:
This time we shall take Juliette
home with us"
u shall keep her," answers my
grandmother.
It Is over two years that you have
kept her from Us. Iwant her, adds my
mother. IF Juliette had brother or q
sister, would give her to you, assure
you."
"Why has she neither q brother nor
. sister," asked my grandfather, with o
smile. lis it our fault?''
I, too. ask myself why I have not q
little brother or little sister. tell
myself my grandmother is right, and
that my parents from Rlerancourt are
wrong
You must give Juliette back to us, T"
says my father again.
mo. neverp answers my grand
father
Then begins . scene which has been
renewed during my whole childhood,
In which they cry out sharply; in which
they pull me first to one side, then to
the other; in which they kiss me, with
faces all wet; in which they grow angry
and scold; in which they make mo
idiotic by asking me:
'Win you come with us?'' "Will
you remain with us?''
I answer, crying, having no idea Of
my cruelty toward my father and moth
er: II want my grandmother! want
Arthemise and my grandfather"
On that day, as very often afterward,
my parents yield-they become ap-
peased. My grandmother, by force Of
tenderness, obtains from them the con-
cession that they will leave me at
Chauny. My father repeats to me q
hundred times:
do You love your papa and man.
map
eyes, yes, yes"
Ny grandmother adds:
I'VE must begin her education, which
can only be done at Chauny. She shall
go to the boarding school tomorrow
My mother puts on her hat, my ia
ther wraps her in her shawls, they enter
the carriage, and l send them some
kisses on the tips of my fingers
The next morning I am awakened
early. I am still very sleepy. That
which, when very little, according to
the expression Of my grandfather,
called 1.-THE family drama" has IA.
tigned me.
As it is my habit, in the large salon
with four windows, which my first rec
objections paint to me as immense, and
which since then has grown q good deal
smaller, am seated near the fire be-
tween my grandfather and my grand
mother, or going from the knees Of the
one to the knees Of the other. Arthe-
mise is standing up, and my dresses are
spread out upon q chair. They dress
me after having washed me-a thing
which do not like much, although it
is q small matter-a little ON the face
and the hands, and even then my grand
father says to my nurse:
Let her alone. You will make PIN
pies come to her face"
Instead Of my pretty white dress of
the evening before, they have put on
me dark one. My white apron is COW
cred all over by black apron. find
that I avn not pretty, and feel sad.
My grandfather says:
Poor, good little womanp'
/ burst into sObs. know well enough
what boarding school is. have some
large friends who go there I might be
proud of it, but am not / am afraid.
repeat through my tears: Grand
mother, will be good do not want
to 60 to boarding school. Keep me
here
My grandfather says that they might
let the winter pass before sending me to
boarding school.
Arthemise declares that am yet too
little-that it il q murderi
That word murder is sounding to this
day in my ears, like the explosion of q
bomb.
"a murder. murderp' exclaims my
grandmother, with her face all red
lyon are crazy"
Here is again "a family drama. /"
My grandfather calls Arthemise inso-
lent. After having become angry they
do not get over it as easily as my par
ents.
''This evening you shall pack your
trunk. says my grandmother to my
nurse, land tomorrow You shall return
to Caumanchon. Leave the roomP'
''You might have scolded her, but
not sent her away" says my GRANDPA
Their. ''This girl loves the little one
sincerely. Besides, after all. she il
right. 1t is murder. Let Juliette play
year or two more -
II want her to surpass all the 9TH
ers, Fl" answers my grandmother. BE
sides-be still"
"Ta, Ia. ta!' repeats my GRANDPA
Their, who always gives up with these
three words.
My grandmother takes me by the
hand, and there I am, ON the way to
boarding school
My friend the grocer, to whom
bring all my pennies to get sugar balls,