Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1894-06-05
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OF ly and presently inquired u ! was
really an Hnvlishmsn. lie spoke Eng.
lish - well that was surprised.
Certainly I am" I answered.
"Abi anybody hut your colonel would
have recognized as much. avn sn Eng.
liihnan and what represented myself
to h. when questioned. F"
II am sorry for you, sir, said he.
"i wish I could help you"
Then promise 20 forward this packet
for me. said ]. "You can show II &c
your colonel 10 You like"
lie replied that he would DO his bet
TO obligc mc. and set 10 work at my
letter. wrote out iull account OF
my afternoons adventures and nd.
Dir, ss-i II 10 the proprietors Of my jour.
nal Then I took of my watch and
chsin and ring. and laid them ON the
letter, intending 90 wrap them all up to-
ge,her. bad another ring In my purse.
anil I drew the letter iroin my pocket
and opeDed u. As I did ~ the bronze
medallion escaped and fell from the IA.
BILE 20 the hoor. The young officer
stoopc,i. and picking Il MP laid u by my
hand. The light from the lamp shone
full on the inscription. lie uttered an
exclamation and picked the medallion
up again. I looked at him In asionish.
ment. His face was flushed and eager.
lie stared at me with wide open eyes.
"Mon.ieur'" he gaspe,l-" monsieuri
For the love ~ heaven. tell me-this
medal. where did you get III"
The me,lali" ! said. "Oh. I got
u some years ago In England"
"But wherei" he said. Where.
monsieur All. do not trife with me
tell me where. For. see You, monsieur,
I am Jules Malan"'
looked at him wonderingly. This,
then. was the Jules over whom tho lit.
tie Frenc chnan had waved ~ eloquent
ON the race course at Doncastsr.
$50 you are Julssi" said. Then
You are the son of the man who gave
me that medal"
"And you are my fathers benefac-
tor" be cried. 1t was you ~ whom
be- told u- that day when he came home
from the race"
"Well. this IL strsngeV' aid l.
"3u,. come. tell Inc something about
your father. l. be- back In his native
Franc-i l. h. welli ! have often
thought ~ him."
"Alas. sir. my father IL dead and my
mother also. but let me tell you-we
pro-perci IA England. for my father
had money left soon after your meeting
with him. and b. secured IRE. pardon
Tor his political Oden-ss, and we re-
turnci to Paris. We were very happy,
monsieur. until last year. AMI tl.n my
parents died. They never s,w mc In
my uniform" he added, with a broad
smile. as be turned the brunr. nssial-
Hon ovei and over In hi. fingers. "Ah.
monsieur. how well ] remember win.
ming this at the school In your foggy
England, Ny father used often % talk
of You and wonder u You preserved his
memcnto. See. thou, julie, he would
say. " ever thou should.t meet my
benefac,or and canst serve him. do u
for my sake. And now have met
You. monsieur. AMI ! would help yoa
and cannot. F"
Never mind" said !. Perhaps
your colonel will sce reason In the morn
Ing.
lie shook his head at that anil relap-ed
into silence. For a long time no one
spoke. The two soldiers nodded ON the
long settle. hut Jules aud were wide
wake. lie kept looking wistfully at
me. I for my part found II impossible
to sleep. Somehow I could not think
ihs fierce old colonel meant 10 shoot me,
but the mere idea was bad enough to
howl over.
Morning came-gray, cold, ch-erless.
A. the bugles sounded outside jules
ani hi- men march.i me into the colo
nel's presence. The old nilitaire was
~ stern and unbending as on the nigh,
before. lie eyed me kecnly.
"well. Mr spy" said be. do you
accept my offer of last nighti'
hN U'dIh b'Ean w hHhhhp 'V''h''s
mo. sir" ] answered.
"Then you will be shot at once.
Lieutenant'--
But Jules suddenly interrupted him.
"No. no. no. my colonell' he cried.
throwing his arms about me. No
not il my father. b.nefactor. Be
holdV"
He held mp the bronze medallion.
The colonel stared at Us as II We had
gone mad. What's thisi" said he.
"spcak. Julcs-herc is some mystery"
Jules told the story as only French
man could tell II. When he finished, the
old militaire shook my hand, embraced
me AMI bade me go my way. I'VE are
not ungra,eful-we French, said he
naiveiy. I said farewell TO him and TO
Jules anil within an hour regained my
quarters at BOnronyille. Well. that Is
q long time ago. and since then have
often called ON Jules Malan and his
pretty wife In Paris. We are great
friends, for there is q tie between US
which nothing can break. Ishall never
forget II, nor will those Of my friends
who know the history of my carefully
treasured brUnze medallion.
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