Santa Fe daily New Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1885-1897, 1894-04-17

little hope. But one persistent fear dis
turbed his sleep, and troubled his waking
hours. It 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; it's mighty putting and snort
ing shook the ground; the molten metal,
red and Tuning, flowed from its crucibles
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 railylng
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 a newspaper. There, among --latest
intelligence" M. Sauvallier read the fol
lowing:
Feb. II, 1885. I
Today Captain Sauvallier attacked the enc
my with extreme vigor, fought all the da!
against considerable forces and captured src
cessively three redoubts. In attacking the last
of the three his soldiers, overpowered by mum
bers, were about to retreat, but although seri
ously wounded in the head and thigh the gal
liant officer, borne by two men, succeeded II
rallying his company and leading them on tt
the assault. His conduct was admirable, bu
his condition is hopeless. l have attached thu
cross to his breast. This brilliant feat of arms
will enable mo to enter Lang-Son tomorrow.
GENERAL BRIERE DE L'lsLE.
Upon reading these words NJ. Sauvalliel
felt strange emotion, in which anguish
mingled with joy. For moment he wa:
silent. Then he said to his son, GU thinl
that it is he? He is, then, captain"
He read the dispatch again, then muir
INJURED softly: "The cross. Condition hope
Two hours later the family received 6
formal intimation of Camille's deed anc
state from the minister of war, and on the
following day all the journals were prais
ing Captain Sauvallier, son of the respect
ed founder of Grenelle. And now they
gave details. Camille, it appeared, hat
been nominated captain a few months
back. Throughout the campaign he hae
distinguished himself by his imperturba
BILE GOODNESS under fire and reckless scor1
of the death which he seemed to seek.
His act of heroic energy stirred the en-
thusiasm Of press and populace, and thu
name of Sauvallier was on every lip. Ca
miles portrait appeared in the shop win
dows. The illustrated journals depicted
him before the redoubt, carried upon thu
shoulders of two men, his sword pointed
toward the enemy, encouraging his sol
diers by his voice, gesture and look, BIZ
forehead bound with handkerchief ant
his face bleeding.
M. Sauvallier could not 60 out of door
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 hin
with his eyes. Almost at each step tn
father received congratulations, Will
complimentary letters and cards covered
his table to overlooking. But, alas, tn
kilograms which he received daily from
Tonquin left him little hope that he.shoul'
ever again behold in the flesh this dea
son, of whom now he was so proud.
One morning, three months later, Sau
WALLER was at work in his office, when tn
door opened softly and disclosed Andrea
curly head. The little one seemed in higl
spirits; her eyes sparkled with glee "See
grandfather, here he is!'' she said and LEI
into the room Captain Sauvallier.
Auguste and his wife followed the pair
M. Sauvaller, taken completely by sur
prise, rose quickly from his chair, thel
| stood motionless, overcome by his emo
| ton. He saw before him Camille, with tn
scar upon his forehead and the cross upol
his Questionable, the hero of the hour
who had shed such luster upon the famil.
name
Timid and embarrassed, like a child VIII
has been guilty of a fault, Camille stoot
with bowed head, and when he saw how
much his father had aged he knew that
| was his conduct which had wrought tn
sad change, and his contrition was deepen
| ed tenfold.
But as he was about to throw himsel
at his fathers feet M. Sauvallier, with
sudden movement, clasped him to hi
breast, exclaiming in voice full of tears
"No, Camille! In my arms, in my arms!'
Father and son, locked together in clos
est embrace, mingled their sobs, while A1l
guste and his wife, looking on, wept ii
sympathy.
The silence was broken by Andree. Th
child had vanished for moment, bu
speedily reappeared, fondling her precious
doll, which, it is needless to say, had no
been sold. Holding it out to the captain
she said in her liveliest manner: "Here j
Jeanne, uncle! You remember herr Civ
her kiss directly Don't you think tina
| she has grown?"-Strand Magazine.