The Globe-republican., 1899-03-30

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"Never!' cried NJ Bourgeuil, rising
hastily and throwing his napkin down
on the table
Never! You understand"
As the master mason paced up and
down the dining-room turning about
like a bear in a cage his wife bent
over her plate and her eyes were moist
as she mechanically munched her al
monds.
For the last two years the same dis
pute had come up between the couple
at intervals. for It had been just two
years since they had discarded their
son Edward because he married a girl
picked up. no one knows where. in the
Latin Quarter. where he was finishing
his studies. How they had dotted On
this Edward. their only son. and spoil
ed him from childhood. He had come
to them after ten years of marriage.
when they had renounced all hopes of
offspring. After his birth Bourgeuil-
already builder on a small scale
had said to his wife:
You know, Clemence, Paris is to be
reconstructed from one end to the
other. Building will be lively, and if
1t keeps up will have made a for
tune in ten or fifteen years. So hope
that this little chap won't have to
mount a scaffolding as his papa has
done, and come home nights with
spots of plastering on his gray coat
Well make a gentleman of him, hey
Bourgeoise?"
Things turned out as the father had
predicted Edward was a brilliant
pupil at the Lyceum Louis le Grand,
and Bourgeuil, the Limousin peasant,
who had come to Paris with two gold
pieces tied up in the corner of his
handkerchief. had the pride of seeing
his son congratulated by the minister
as he received the prize of the Con-
cours General. He would certainly
have no trouble in the future in OBJ
tanning licentiate's or doctors de-
gree, which would open to him almost
any career.
I'VE will leave the youngster $4,000
good livres." said Bourgeuil, patting
his wife on the back with his broad
hand. I'VE must soon look about for
a wife for him, hey? We must find a
pretty girl, as well educated as he is.
who will make him happy and be a
credit to u.s.
Alas for these fine projects!
The young man had already met q
girl who had inspired him with love.
Yielding to his ardor he had neglected
his studies, and at 25 he had not yet
obtained his degree. Very sad and dis
heartened the old parents had not
yielded to despair.
They said to themselves: youth,
with its follies, will soon pass away"
One day, however, the foolish boy had
the audacity to tell them that he adored
his doll and that he wished to marry
her. 1t was a wonder that Father
Bourgeuil did not have stroke of
apoplexy. The hot blood rushed to his
head as he drove his son out and cut
OF his entire allowance IF you give
my name to that creature" cried the
old man in his anger, you will not get
a sou from either of us till after our
DEATH" The wicked, ungrateful boy
followed his own desire to the end and
broke of entirely with his parents.
Now he was married and lived on a
clerks pittance in the outskirts like
any other poor man.
It Is true that the old folks had suf-
fered much during the two years since
they had seen their son. Lately the
situation had grown worse. 1t was
the mothers fault, OF course. She had
lost all her anger and only chagrin re-
mained. She was inclined to pardon
the delinquent. AZ last she braved her
husbands anger by mentioning her
wish to him.
But he only grew terribly angry.
shouted out never" which made the