Pawtucket tribune. (Pawtucket, R.I.) 1890-189?, 1895-08-23

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M'sieu. And no sit thcre with us, and
play on tho fiddle, and sing songs, and act
plays. and help Florian In tho barn. and
Octave ~ mend tho fence and tho oure fix
tho grapevincs on his wall. And be show
me and Emile how 10 play sword sticks,
and ne pick flowers and fotch them To
P'tite LouisOn and show her how 10 make
an omelct and salad like tho chef Of
Louis Quinzo hotel, no ms say. By gosh,
what u good time wo have, but first ono
and then another he got sob In his
throat when no think That P'tito Louison
go To leave us, and the more wc try tho
more wo arc damn fools. And that P'tit0
Louison, sho kiss us every one and say 10
M sieu Hadrian, Charles, j love you, but
cannot CO. Ho laugh at her and say
Viola, we will take them all with us. ;
That night IA thing happcn. Tho cure
come, and he look YER mad and he frown
and No say to M 'sicu Hadrian before us ALL
'M'siou, you arc marriedP
"By gosh, that P'tite Louison get pale
like snow, and we all stand round her
close and say TO her, quick, Courage
P'tito Louison.' NJ M'sicu Hadrian then
look at tho priest and said. No, 'sicu,
was married ten years ago. My wife
] am FREQ like the wind
You arc not free, the cure say quick.
'Onco married, married TIL death. Tho
church cannot marry you again, and
command Louison To give you up
"P'tite Louison stand like stone. M siou
turn to hor. What shall IL be, Louisony'
he say You will come with me-.
Kiss me, Charles, she say, and tell
mo UDodbv till--ttlI Won ara frao
"He look like madman. Kiss me
once, Charles, sho say, and let me CO.
"And he come to her and kiss her on the
lips once, and he say: 'Louison, come with
me. will never give you up
"She draw back to Florian. Good
by, Charles, she say Il will wait al
long as you will. Mother Of God how
hard 1t Is to do rightP she say, and then
she turn and leave the room.
M'sieu Hadrian. he give long sigh
1T was my one chance, he say. Now tht
devil take IL ALL. Then he nod and say Il
tho cure: we'll thrash this out at judg
ment day, M sieu. I'll meot you there
you and the woman that spoiled me-
"He turn to Florian and the rest of III
and shake hands, and say: Take care O
Louison. Thank you. Goodby.' Thei
he start toward the door and stumble, To-
he look sick. Give me drink, he SAY
and begin to cough little-a queer sor
Of rattle. Florian give him a big drink
and he toss 1t off. Thank you, he say
and start again, and we SOC him walk owe
the hill YER slow, and he never come back
But every year there comes from New
York box Of flowers, and every yea
P'tite LouisOn send him Merci, Charles
miles fois. Dieu to garde.' 1t is 81
every year for 25 year"
"Whero is he nowY' asked Medallion.
lsidore shook his head, then lifted hi
eyes religiously. waiting for judgmen
day and P'tite Louison," he answered.
"Deadr' cried Medallion. "How longp'
"Twenty years"
"But tho howers-the fiowersf'
"He left word for them to be sent jus
the same. The daughter, the child of tn
other woman, send them"
Medallion took of his hat revcrently a
| II soul were passing from the world, bu
| It was only P'tite Louison going out int
the garden.
"She thinks him livingf" he aske,
gently.
"Yes, we have no heart to tell her
| And then he wish 1t SO. And the flower
KEEP coming"
"Why did he wish 1t soS''
Isidore unused awhile. "Who can tell
Perhaps whim. He was great actor
ah, yes, sublime' he said.
Medallion did not reply, but walked
slowly down to where P'tite Louison wa
| picking berries. His hat was still of.
"Let me help you, mademoiselle," h
said softly. And henceforth he was a
foolish as her brothers.-St Louis Globe
| Democrat.