Abilene weekly reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1888-1935, 1895-05-30

Jacques Legrand, here at Boum-l,oum's
hon -
lie was no longer l}oula-l'oul. lie
was Monsieur Moreno, and, in the arts
lie dwelling, the books, the engraving u,
the elegance, were like choice decora-
tions Ground the charming man who
received Jacques in IN Office like that
OF 4 doctor.
jacques looked but did not recognize
the clown, and turned and twisted his
felt hat between his fingers. The other
waited. Then the father excused him
self, 1T WINS astonishing what he came
there TO ask, it could not be--parlon,
excuse. l'ut, in short, it was concern
ing n little onc-a nice little one, mon
sieur And SO intelligent Always
the first at school, except in arithmetic,
which he did not understand. A
dreamer, this little one, do you see?
Yes, dreamer And the proof-wait
tho proof
Jacques now hesitated, stammered;
but he gathered up his courage and
said, brusquely.
"rhe proof is that he wishes to see
you, that he thinks only of you, and
that you are there before him like
star, which he would like to have, and
that he looks
When he had finished the father was
deadly pale and he had great drops on
his forehead. lie dared not look at
the clown, who remained with his eyes
fixed on the workman. And what was
he going to say, this lloum.l' oum9
Was he going to dismiss him. take him
for a fool and put him out the door?
"You liye?"
'0h, very nearl Street Of the Alb.
Bosses"
"Comcl" said the other, Your boy
wants to see l'oum-lIoum? All, we'll,
he Is going to see lloum,lIoum.
When the door opened and showed
tho clown, Jacques Legrand cried out
joytully to his SON
Francois be happy, child. See,
here he Is l'oum.Eoum''
4 look of great Joy come over the
chilas face lie raised himself on HE
mothers arm, IND turned his head to-
ward the two mon who approached,
questioning, for u Moment, who 1t was
by the side OF his father; this gentle.
man In an ovcrcoat whose good, pleas
ant face he did not know. When they
snid to him. "lt Ia Iioum- Boum!" he
slowly fell buck Oh the pillow and re-
malned there, his eyes fixed, his
beautiful large, blue eyes, which
looked beyond the walls Of the little
room and were always seeking the
spangles and the butterfly of l,oum-
l'oum, like lover who pursues his
dream,
mo" replied the child with q voice
which was no longer dry, but full Of
despair mo, It is not lIoum-Boum
The clown, standing near the little
bed threw upon the child an earnest
look, very grave but Of nexpressible
sweetness.
lie shook his head, looked at the
anxious father, the rrief-striclxen
mothe, and said smiling; "lIc Is right,
this Is not loum- l,oum." and then he
went out.
II cannot see him, | shall never see
Boum- Boum any more!n repeated the
child whose little voice spoke To the
angels. 'Boum. lIoum Is perhaps there.
there where little Francois will soon
90"
But suddenIy-it was only half an
hour since the clown had Disappeared
the door opened quickly, and In his
black, spangled clothes, his yellow can
on his head, the gilded butterfly on
his breast and on his back. with
smile as biz as the mouth Of money.
box, and powdered face. l,oum- Boum.
the true Boum.l,oum, the Boum. Boum
OF the circus, the Boum-Boum Of the
popular neighborhood the Boum. lloum
az littlc Erancnis- Iiu,,n. J,oum nm. |