St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1895-07-06
CLOWN AND CHILD.

-Chamtors' Journal
CLOWN AND CHILD.
A Tender Story Of a Sick Room
Beautifully Told.
The child was lying stretched out in
his little white bed, and his eyes
grown large through fever, looked
straight before him, always with the
strange fixity of the sick who already
perceive what the living do not see.
The mother, at the foot Of the bed,
torn by suffering and wringing hel
hands to keep herself from crying, anx.
iously followed the progress of the dis
ease on the poor, emaciated face Of the
little being. The father, an honest
workman, kept back the tears which
burned his eyelids-
The June day broke clear and mild
and lighted up the narrow room in the
street of the Abbesses where little
Francois, the child of Jacques and
Madeleine Legrand. lay dying. He
was seven years old. and was very fair.
very rosy, very lively. Not three
weeks ago he was gay as q sparrow:
but fever had seized him, and they
had brought him home one evening
from the public school with his head
heavy and his hands yer y hot From
that time he had been here In this bed,
and sometimes in his delirium when
he looked at his ll-blackened shoes,
which his father had placed in . cor
ner on board, he said:
..You can throw them away now.
little Francois shoes! Little Francois
will not put them on any more! Little
Francois will not go to school any more
never, never!"
Then the father cried out and said:
s'Wilt thou be still!- And the mother.
very pale, buried her blonde head on
his pillow, SO that little Francois could
not hear her weep.
This night the child had been de-
lirious, but for the two days past the
doctor had been uneasy over an odd
sort OF prostration that had seized
him; it was as if in seven years he al
ready felt the WEAKNESS of life. He
was tired. silent, sad, and tossed his
little head about on the bolster. He
had no longer a smile on his poor,
thin lips, and with haggard eye he
seemed to look at. they knew not what,
something beyond them-very far OF.
I'm Heaven, perhaps. thought Made
lc;cc, trembling.
When they wished him to take medi-
ne. sirup or a little soup, he refused.
refused everything.
Dost thou wish anything, Franco:s?
No, wish nothing
1--WE must draw him out of this, . the
doctor said. This torpor frightens
me! You are the father and mother,
you know the child well. Seek for
something to reanimate his little body.
Recall to earth the spirit which runs
after the clouds"
Then he went away.
s.Seek."
Yes. without doubt they knew him
we'll, their Francois. these worthy peo-
pie. They knew how It amused him to
plunder the hedges on Sunday and to
come back to Paris on his fathers
shoulders laden with hawthorn
Jacques Legrand had bought some inn
ages, some gilded soldiers and some
Chinese shadows for Francois; he cut
them out put them on the child's bed
and made them dance before the
bewldered eyes of the little one, and
with desire to weep himself he tried
to make him laugh.
.'Dost thou see, it is the broken
bridge. Tire. tire, tire. And this is
the general, Thou remembered We
saw one general. once, in the Bois de
Boulogne? If thou takest thy medicine
well will buy thee real one, with .
cloth tunic and gold epaulettes. Dost
thou wish for him, the general, say?"
NO repiled the child, in the dry
voice which fever gives.
'.But what dost thou wish, my Fran
cois?- asked the mother. LET us see,
there is certainly something thou
wouIdst like to have. Tell it. tell it to
me. to me! thy mother!" And she laid
her cheek on the pillow OF the sick boy.
and whispered this softly in his ear, a.
II it were a secret Then the child.
with An odd accent. Strengthening him
self up in his bed and stretching out his
hand eagerly toward some invisible
thing. replied suddenly in an ardent
tone. 1t the same time supplicating and
Imperative:
az want Boum-Boum!
Poor Madeleine threw a frightened
lo,k toward her husband. What did
the little one sayo Was it the delirium,
tha frirhtful delirium, which had come
back again?
Boum-B -Boum!
She did not know what that meant,
- she was afraid Of these singular
.-ords which the child repeated with
.,c,rlv persistence, as It, not having
S.red until now to formulate his dream,
= srasped the present time with IN
~;ucible obstinacy:
..Yes Boum-Boum. Boum- Boum! !
.~>nt Boum- Boum.
Th> mother had seized Jacques hand
- ~,nlre very low, and rs if demented
s.What does that mean, Jacques7 ne
= lostr -. -.,r,
-..airvmap's face ; smile almost
r..nv. but astonished, too; the smile
~ 4 condemned man who foresees =
~.1ribllity Of liberty.
n-.,m-Boum! He remembered Wen
=. ,.,-.rnipSEof Easter Monday, when
r.S t.Een Francois to the circus.
=, - - - still in his ears the child's ont
I s.p..s...- q iov. the happy laugh OF the
ulkDe9 - - 49, c1ovrSn the benu-