The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1895-01-14


bring in from the forest, OF reading,
not by amy means tine news of the day
madame would have none of that now
more frequently old romanccs of der
ring-doe.
When BeauXlieuX came home with
the story Of his adventures it was
Pierre's eyes that opened at the mem
tion of palaces and great houses and
he demanded even more particulars
than had struck Beauxlieuxs sight. 1t
was Jean who asked about the people
upholding the structure of the great
households on their shoulders. Jean
himself had been away on foot, more
than once now-no one knew where
But even the duchess had seen the
light on his face sometimes when COM
ing back
Il shall have a dwelling such as one
of those" said Pierre. II shall house
my wife in palace. / go to Paris to
make my fortune"
You like then this rotten splendor,"
cried the deep voice of Beauxlieux,
from the shadow where he sat by the
duchess on the either side of the wide
hearth. Alas! 1t is only the scum on a
sea OF filth and iniquity. That laughter
or the people who float over it-I hear
through it only the groan of the people
who produce it.'
II shall not search too deeply" said
Pierre. zone man cannot reform the
world. Let me take the best of it while
it is going-money, jewels, houses,
horses
nd nn1 ti,,.
wrung out of my sweat? Idle glitter Of
jewels while others have scarcely rags?
Houses that are gilded seraglios, while
there are men and women sleeping on
wattles of straw
1T will not be my fault" said Pierre.
that they sleep on straw. Pshaw!
When | am rich I shall not keep it all
to myself. | shall take pleasure in
giving
He has read of Alnaschar," said
Jean.
I'm giving" cried Beaulieux There
Is no giving! 1t is theirs! 1t is their
labor, their lives, their deprivation,
their want, their suffering. that made
all this money; no matter how you
come by 1t. 1t Is theirs You can give
them nothing. You can only restore in
part"
What puzzles me-" said Jean. "is
how these others can think that they
love the good God. and. knowing that
He loves all men, be willing to wrong
any man. No, no, when | recollect
the story of Jesus, that He died for
men, have felt myself unwilling to ac-
cept the sacrifice l have felt that /,
too, must surrender myself, If not to
die, then to live for men. Never for
myself. only for them"
"Oh. Jean!' cried Beauleux, clasp
ing his hand. And | shall live with
you!"
II suppose Jean is going to be a
priest?" said the pretty Victorine, with
little insolent shrug.
Not of any church, Victorine," said
, Jean. Il shall not need to be blessed
or the apostolic succession in order to
carry hope into dungeons"
"Oh, you make me cold at the heart
OF mew cried Vctorine.
Beaulieux had now set himself seri-
ously at work to learn the profession
in which NJ. Etienne was so accom-
plished. He was not one under anv
circumstances to be idle. His mother
mad not wished this study, however.
she would have him wait, even If IT
were in poverty, preserving his nobil-
1ty, till the government should give
him his own again. But the hated en-
pire had fallen, and 1t had been re-
placed by the even more hated repub-
lie. Plat had not signified greatly to
her. II was never France" to her It
was always my SON." But now even
Henry V. was dead. There Is no more
hope" M. Etienne had declared LET
his grace do as he will" And il was
Nj. Etienne who found the means for
Beaulieux to go to Paris and finish his
undertaking. His mother had some
dim idea that all things were open to
him as his fathers son. as the last of
his exalted name; she had no idea
whatever that the name now was re-
membered only as matter of history.
nor that in Paris the young duke was
known simply as Beaulieux, a student
of promise from a southwestern depart
ment.
1t was on his twenty-first birthday
that his mother formally made over to
him his possessions. He was little
sad about it-not that the chateau was
a ruin, the forest so thin, the fields so
few and bare, but that his mother
should break her heart over these
affairs. For himself, he was full of
strength and nope, and nothing mat