New Ulm review. (New Ulm, Brown County, Minn.) 1892-1961, 1894-06-13

steps. Rerhap6-Who knOW6!-S;ham
pignol may have awakened at lastl
Vain hopel Champign had turned
green. His hands were as cold as mar
BILE His heart had ceased beating.
Their little pleasuring was turning
into tragedy. Chapoteau buried his
head in his hands, sad, distracted, see
ing nothing but that inert mass, those
rigid members and closed eyes, and
through the doors he seemed to hear the
noise Of the courtroom
He was alone, without witnesses. No
one could prove his innocence. Every
thing was against him. It would be i'm
possible also to prove an alibi. People
had seen Champignol come in, and it
was known, that he came every Thurs
day. They had seen him also walking
in his garden. Chapoteau believed him
self lost. Only one resource was left
him. He took Champignol in his arms,
lifted him from his chair, and pulling
him by his shoulders, his head and his
legs dragged him to the end Of the gar
den. It was growing dark. Suddenly
a board fell near to Chapoteau He
started, cried out, ready to struggle,
|! thinking the officers had come to arrest
him. The silhouette'of cat. prowling
| on the wall in the clear twilight, eased
his mind a little,
! Near the hedge there was large
round hole. Chapoteau rolled the body
Of his friend into it. His feet projected
beyond, SO he covered them with straw.
'Adieu, Champignol, he sobbed.
There at least his victim was in Sc
sure place. They would not discover
MIN there very soon. Chapoteau would
have time to escape. 3.
| Hereached the fields, walking straight
ahead, without plans. He bad only one
thought-to get away, to go to the end
of the world, but his feet refused to
carry him. Every few minutes he was
obliged to sit down by the roadside.
I He had knotted a handkerchief about
his head, SO as not to be recognized.
Already he was devising the ruses of
the criminal
Three hours had sufficed to lose his
assured position, to make an assassin of
him, to lower him to the ranks of the
greatest rascak What did his con-
science matter to him? He would not
be the less culpable in the eyes Of the
world, and his crime would appear all
the more horrible because his victim
had been his best friend. And yet he
had been an honest man during So
f.. years He had practiced all the virtues.
He had dreamed of dying in his bed.
Poor Chapotear! Most unfortunate
Nine. Chapoteau!
He saw himself on the bench of the
accused The Judge was talking to him.
They had spread out before him the
victims clothes, and in the darkness;
the crowd howled, stamped :and threat
ened to kill him.
! Then "a greater fear spurred him GIL
and he began again to walk. Sometime!
he stopped, believing he could heal
some one cunning after him. The tree
took on sstrange forms :in the darkness
The wind whispered, t*Poisonerr' HI
stopped For a long timeson the bank O.
a pond trying ito persuade himself t.
jump in.
I "A Noise of Footsteps caused him tx
look up: suddenly. Two2police1aen were
coming toward him. In; the dusk they
seemed enormous, like the pillars O.
the :guillotine.
1T is all over" .moaned poor Cha
! poteau, ''they have dollowea: me- They
| will arrest ane."
! He hid himself behind a.hedge. Tx
policemen :passedaon.
'Chapoteau wandered for an hour a
! two 7,1 7opc,o,- con, nv. l,co-
| His head 1swayed on his shoulders, as al
empty gourd swSsys i'll the wind.
! "'By this time,'' he thought ~
; should be in my bed at bome''
And distracted by his fears he STAN
! bled against a wall. There were houses
in front of him, black as his crime, as
| his thoughts, as his remorse. However,
! a light cleaned beneath door Tired
out, his strength and energy exhausted,
he knocked. He heard voices inside
! Finally they opened the door.
! Chapoteau gave a loud cry.
"Champignol!"
! 1t was Chalnpignol in person. He
had awakened in the hole and was still
laughing at the joke.
! Champignol q joker indeed! Chapo-
teau thought himself dreaming.
Then he had not given a fatal dose Of
audanunl-;though a little too much, it
is true
He had not killed Ehampignoi. He
had not committed "a crime! Hewould
not die Oh the scafold! He touched
Champlgnol with :the1tips> Of his fingers,
as one touches a delicate piece Of game,
fearing that this shape was only;Eham-
| pignol's shadow.
In reality, Ghapoteau never fnrgave
Champignol for the fright which he
| gave him that y.-Translated From
the French For Romance.
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