The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1894-04-09

ment to roof, inspiring M. Sauvallier WITH
little hope. But one persistent fear dis
turbed his sleep, and trou bled his waking
hours. 1t was that some day he might
hear that Camille had been gambling
again He had forbidden all mention OF
his erring son, but the thought of him was
ever present and lay like an incubus upon
his heart.
One year passed, then another. The
foundry still fourished; work positively
ragged therein. 1t had no rest; it also, as
though endowed with conscience, did its
duty nobly. Its furnaces glowed like ar
dent eyes; its mighty putting and snort
ing shook the ground; the molten metal,
red and Tuning, flowed from its cruclbles
like blood from it's body. At an early
hour of the morning was heard its pierre
ing summons to the work people, and all
the night long its glare illuminated the
sky.
The campaign of Tonquin was in full
swing. In the midst of an unknown coun-
try, harassed by innumerable difficulties,
the French soldiers were contending pain
fully with an irrepressible, every rallying
foe. The smallest success served to excite
the popular patriotism, and all awaited
impatiently the tidings of decisive vic
tory.
One morning Auguste, looking very
pale entered his fathers Office and handed
him newspaper. There, among slatest
intelligence" M. Sauvallier read the fol-
lowing:
FROM THE CAMP INTRENoHED AT DoNG-SoNa,
Feb. II, 1885.
Today Captain Sauvallier attacked the ene-
my with extreme vigor, fought all the day
against considerable forces and captured sue
cessively three redoubts. In attacking the last
of the three his soldiers, overpowered by mum.
bers, were about to retreat, but although serl-
ously wounded in the head and thigh the gal
liant officer, borne by two men, succeeded in
rallying his company and leading them on to
the assault. His conduct was admirable, but
his condition is hopeless. / have attached the
cross to his breast. This brilliant feat OF arms
will enable me to enter Lang-Son tomorrow.
GENERAL BRIERE DE L'IsLE.
Upon reading these words M. Sauvalller
felt strange emotion, in which anguish
mingled with joy. For moment he was
silent. Then he said to his son, l. You think
that it is he? He is, then, captainT'
He read the dispatch again, then MUIR
INJURED softly: "The cross Condition hope
lessr' And tear rolled down his cheek.
Two hours later the family received
formal intimation of Camilles deed and
state from the minister of war, and on the
following day all the journals were prals-
ing Captain Sauvallier, son of the respect
ed founder of Grenelle. And now they
gave details. Camille, it appeared, had
been nominated captain few months
back. Throughout the campaign he had
distinguished himself by his imperturba-
BILE GOODNESS under fire and reckless scorn
of the death which he seemed to seek.
His act of heroic energy stirred the en-
thusiasm of press and populace, and the
name of Sauvallier was ON every lip Ca
miles portrait appeared in the shop win
dows. The Illustrated, journals depicted
him before thes redoubtL carried upon tbs
shoulders of two men, his sword pointed
toward the enemy, encouraging his SOL
diers by his voice. gesture and look, his
forehead bound with a handkerchief and
his face bleeding.
M. Sauvallier could not go out OF doors
without seeing his sons presentment.
From the news stalls of the boulevards,
the corners of the streets, the publishers
shop fronts, ubiquitous Camille watch
ed him pass and seemed to follow him
with his eyes Almost at each step the
complimentary letters and cards covered
his table to OVERLOOKING. But, alas, the
kilograms which he received daily from
Tonouin left him little hope that hesshould
ever again behold in the flesh this dear
son, of whom now he was so proud.
One morning, three months later, Sau-
WALLER was at work in his Office, when the
door opened softly and disclosed Andree's
10 noH i'm HIGH
spirits; her eyes sparkled with glee. "See,
grandfather, here he isp' she said and led
into the room Captain Sauvallier.
Auguste and his wife followed the pair.
M. Sauvallier, taken completely by sur
prise, rose quickly from his chair, then
stood motionless, overcome by his emo
ton. He saw before him Camille, with the
scar upon his forehead and the cross upon
his breast-Camille, the hero OF the hour,
who had shed such luster upon the family
name!
Timid and embarrassed, like child who
has been guilty of a fault, Camille stood
with bowed head, and when he saw how
much his father had aged he knew that 1t
was his conduct which had wrought the
sad change, and his contrition was deepen
ed tenfold.
But as ne was dDoub " ohio" AAAnooAA
at his fathers feet M. Sauvallier, with
sudden movement, clasped him to his
breast, exclaiming in voice full or tears:
"No, Camillel In my arms, in my arms!"
Father and son, locked together in clos
est EN- brace, mingled their sobs, while Au-
guste and his wife, looking on, wept in
sympathy.
The silence was broken by Andree. The
child had vanished for moment, but
speedily reappeared, fondling her precious
doll, which, it is needless to say, had not
been sold. Holding it out to the captain,
she said in her liveliest manner: "Here is
Jeanne unclel You remember her? Give
her kiss directly! Don't you think that
she has ?''-Strand Magazine.
Chicago Microbes.
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by lions, and, not to. be outdone by the