The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1896-03-29
IN EASTER STORY.
sy FRANcoIs coPPEE, of the FRENCH Aeademx.
Copyright, 1895.

"Neverr cried Bourgueil, rising with
violence and throwing his napkin on the
table. Never! Do you hear me? New
err and the old master-mason paced up
and down the cosy dining room turning
on his heel furiously, like a bear in a
cage; while poor mother Bourgueil, her
fearful eyes lowered on her plate was
disconsolately nibbling almonds.
For two years the same dispute had
been springing up between the old cou-
ple-just as now at the end of their even
ing meal. For it was two years since
they had fallen out with their son, Ed
ward, who, in spite of their opposition,
had married a woman picked up some
where in the Latin quArter-just when
he was about to take his degree as a law
yer, too. How they had loved him and
petted him, this Edward-this long wish
ed for child who had come after ten
long years of married life. when they had
almost given up hoping for a son. The
happy Baurgueil, then only a simple
builder, had rubbed him hands, saying
to his wife: You know, Clemence, that
smart fellow Haussmann is improving
and changing the whole city of Paris,
from one end to another. Here is good
chance for me. If things go on this way,
years. And 1 know one thing, the little
rascal of ours won't need to climb up into
scaffoldings, like his father, nor come
home every night with spots of plaster
all over his grey vest, and fit to drop
with fatigue. We will make a real gem
ueman of him, won't we, Clemence?"
All Bourgueil's ambitions had been real.
lied. At college Edward was a brilliant
pupil, and the old peasant who had come
10 Paris many years ago, carrying his
SHOES on his back and little silver tied
up in corner of his handkerchief had
me satisfaction of seeing his son congrat-
tudled and loaded with prizes by the min
lstef on instruction himself What a fu-
ture the boy had before himi He would
pass the most difficult examinations with
OUT any trouble-they would be a mere
ne had a fancy for I'VE will leave the.
BOY good twenty-five thousand francs
income, father B ourgueil would say,
cneertully, slapping his wife's shoulder
win his strong, broad hand. "And sa-
perlotte! we will make him marry right
soon. 1t will be easy to find some pretty
6liI' with good educat ton. like his, who
WIZ make him happy, and of whom we
can feel proudY'
All, those lovely plans! where had they
gomez The kind old parents had been
Iloolish enough TO furnish a room in town
lor their boy, that he might be more in
dependent. Then he met that woman,
Al % he had not even taken his licenci-
ales degree. They were dreadfully dis
appolnted, after having built such fine
castles; still they did not give up all hope
.Ihey consoled themselves saying: He
Is SO young! 1t viii pass. Let him alone
But one day the imbecile had the an
uaelty to inform them that he adored this
Slrl, and was determined to make her his
Wlte. This was too much. If Bourgueil did
not fall with a stroke of apoDlexy it was
4 miracle indeed. the veins in his neck
We're swollen like cords. He ordered his son
out or the house, and cut off his income.
II you dare to give your name to that
woman" the old man roared. crimson
with wrath, you need not expect sou
from either of us as long as we live"
BUT the stubborn, ungrateful boy had
outraged them to the end: and now he
was married to this droll of his and liv-
ing on wretched clerks salary, in sub
ur0 or the city-like some vagabondi Poor
GA couDiel How their sons conduct had
made them suffer for these two horrible
yearsl Life was pleasure no longer. and
lately the situation was getting worse