The Forrest City times. [volume] (Forrest City, Ark.) 1871-1919, 1895-06-21

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hurried back to the little path
we had been following. The road soon
became steep, uneven, rough. ad-
vanced but slowly, with great precau-
ton. Noiraud jumped 5lithely from
rock to rock, but did not abandon me,
now and then throwing me a glance of
the most touching solicitude. At last
began to hear the FLASHING of water
and Noiraud yapped joyfully. "Bear
up" he said; bear up; we will soon be
there. You are going to see the Chau-
dron."
1t was in truth the Chaudron. A
modest enough little cascade, of equal
ly modest height, falling in showering
sprays on a slightly followed rock. l
should never have been consoled for
having made this laborious ascent to
see this mediocre marvel If had not
had the brave Noiraud as my companion
He was much more interesting and re-
markable than the Chaudron.
On each side of the fall in two small
Swiss chalets were two little dairies,
kept by two little native women, one
blonde, the other bruno They were
both in national dress and eagerly
watching my approach.
1t seemed to me that the blonde had
very pretty eyes, and l had already
taken several steps toward her chalet
when Noiraud, bursting with furious
barkings, barred the way Had he a
preference for the little bruno? l
changed my course. That was it.
Noiraud ceased as though by magic
when he saw me seated at table in
front OF his young protege's house. /
called for glass of milk Noiraud's
friend entered her tiny nest and he
slipped in with her, and through an
open window followed my Noiraud
with my eyes The wretch! He was
served before me- He had his bowl of
milk first. He was bribed.
After little, with white drippings
from his mustache, Noiraud came to
keep me company and watch me drink
my milk. l gave him lump of sugar,
and both of us-each satisfied with the
other-passed delicious half hour
breathing the light air of the noun
tains
Noiraud soon gave signs of agitation
and impatience. / could now read his
eyes like an open book. 1t was time
to start. I arose, paid the Swiss and
went toward the path by which we
had assembled the mountain. Looking
for my Noraud found he had planted
himself at the entrance of another
path and was gazing seriously, severe
ly at me. What progress l had made
in two hours and how familiar Noir-
aud's silent eloquence had become!
"What sort of an opinion have you
got of me?" said Noiraud. Ibid you
think would go over the same road
twice? Truly, no. l am a good guide
i know my trade. We shall descend
by another road"
This other road was much prettier
than the first, and Noiraud. full of
| sprightliness, turned to me often with
little air of triumphant joy. We
crossed the village and were assailed
by three or four of his dog friends,
who appeared much in the mood to
| chat and play little with their COM
rade, and they tried to stop him, but
Noiraud growled, scolded and sharply
repulsed their advances. "You see /
have something on hand; am taking
the gentleman to the station" 1t was
only In the waiting-room that he con-
sented to leave me-after gayly crunch
ing his last two Jumps of sugar-and
this is how ! translate Noiraud's fare
we'll:
I'VE aae twenty minutes ahead of
time. am not one to let you lose your
taain. Well, bon voyage! Adieu."-
Translated by Lucy Martin, for the
| Chicago Tribune.