, 1898-12-15
THE ZOUAvE.

On the evening of my story George
Lory, the first blacksmith of Sainte-
Marie-arx-Mines, was in an unhappy
frame of mind.
1t had always been his habit as soon
az the forge fire was extinct and the
sun had set to seat himself ON a bench
before his door, and, while enjoying
that lassitude which hard work on a
warm day leaves behind it, drink sever
al pots of beer with his apprentices te-
fore sending them away.
But on this particular evening the
good man remained at the forge un Ill
it was time to go to the supper table,
and then went reluctantly into the
house.
what can be the matter with him?"
thought his wife. Perhaps he has re-
ceived some bad news from the regiment
that he does not wish to tell me. Per-
haps our son is ILL.,"
But as she dared not ask she occu-
pied herself in trying to quiet her three
fiaxen headed youngsters, whose laugh
ing faces appeared around the board,
where they were munching a salad Of
black radishes and cream.
At last the blacksmith pushed away
his plate, exclaiming angrily:
"Oh, the cowardsl Oh, the scoun-
drels!"
"What is the matter. Lory?" asked
his wife.
Then the root of the whole matter
came to light.
II am speaking Of those five or six
scoundrels whom any one could have
seen this morning rambling round the
village in the uniforms of French sol.
diers arm in arm with the Bavarians.
Yes, 1t In such AZ these-what shall /
call them-who have chosen to become
Prussians! And to think we will have
to see these false Alsatians coming back
every day from Africa! What magic po-
ton have they drunk to make them
change this way?"
His wife. motherlike, Immediately
attempted the defense of the abused.
"What would You have otherwise,
my poor busband?" said she. "This re-
turn is hardly the fault of these chill
dren. Algiers, where they were sent, is
80 far away that they were homesick.
and it must have been such a tempta-
ton tor them to come back, such q
temptation not to have to be soldiers
any longerv"
Lory struck the table with hia fist
fiercely.
"Hush. mother! You women
understand anything. Living for your
children and with your children makes
you lower your mind to the level Of the
intellect Of the youngsters. As for me,
I say to You again that these men are
beggars, s%ooundrels, the worst kind Of
cowards, aud. if i'll luck should make
our Christian capable Of such infamy as
theirs, as true as my names George
Lory and that 1 have served seven years
as q French soldier l would run him
through with my sword" And with a
terrible look, half rising. the black
smith pointed to his long saber hanging
ON the wall beneath his sons picture
4 portrait taken in Africa Of . soldier in
xouave uniform. but with such an hon.
est Alsatian face, tanned by the sun.
that the sight suddenly Gained the ia.
Their, and he said Iaugbingly:
at was we'll / looked at the picture.
Az IL our Christian could become q Prus-
sianp'
Put into a better humor by this idea,
the good man gayly finished his dinner,
and soon followed it up with a couple
of pints OF beer at the Vile De Stras-
bourg inn.
At last his wife was alonei
After putting the little fiaxen heads
to bed and listening to their prattle in
the next room, which sounded like a
neetful Of birds going to sleep, she took
her work and sat down to knit before
the door at the gard en- side Of the house.
From time to time she sighed as she
thought, Eyes, I know 1t we'll, they
are towards and r~enegades; but what
does 1t matter. Their mothers will be
glad to see them back once more all the
same"
Aud she Thought Of the times before
her son had gone with the army, how at
this hour Of the day he used to devote
himself to the care of the garden. In her
mind she could sec him, clad in blouee.
his hair long, his beautiful hair which
they had cut of when he became a
souave, filling his watering caq at the
we'll near by her.
Suddenly she stArted, The little gate
At the end Of the garden which opened
on the fields was ajar. The,dogs had
not bsrked, not ithstanding the fact
that some one had come over the wall
like q robber and was gliding IN and
ont among the beehivea.
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