Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1902-08-23

comprehended nothing at the time.
Then he seated himself and accepted
a glass or cordial and a biscuit. He
continued talking; and what he then
said was craven upon my soul, and will
remain there until my deathI I be-
lieve that can reproduce almost ex-
actIy the very terms of which he made
use.
All (said he), poor woman! She was
my first patient. She broke her leg
the very day of my arrival in this place,
and I had not even time to wash my
hands, on descending from the stage
coach, when I was sent for in all haste,
for the case was 2 grave one.
She was II years old, and was
beautiful girl, very beautiful! Would
one believe it? AS to her history,
have never told it; and no one but my
self and one other, who is no longer
in the country, has ever known it. Now
that she is dead 1 can be less dis
Greet.
At that time a young assistant in
structor, with a pretty face and fine
figure, and military bearing, came and
installed himself in the town. Ali the
girls ran after him, but he pretended
to treat them with disdain, being, be-,
sides, much afraid of the master of
the school, his superior, Father Grabu,
who was not always in the best of
tempers.
Father Grabu employed at that time
as seamstress the beautiful Hortense
(who has just died in your house,, and
who was later, after her accident, bap-
TIED Clochette.
The assistant teacher distinguished
with his notice the beautiful young
girl, who was doubtless 1attered at be-
ing chosen by this invincible conquer
or; at all events, she granted him a
meeting in the granary of the school,
at nightfall, after a day of sewing.
She made a pretense of returning
home, but instead of descending the
staircase and leaving the Grabu house,
she mounted the stairs and hid herself
in the hay, to await her lover. He
soon joined her, and was commencing
to make love to her, when the door of
the loft opened, and the master of the
school made his appearance, saying:
''What are you doing up here, Sig
isbert?" Fearing that all would be
found out, the infatuated young
tutor answered stupidity: 81 came up
to rest little on the hay, NJ. Grabu."
The granary was very long, very
wide and absolutely black. Sigisbert
pushed the frightened young girl to-
ward the end of the room, command
ing: go down, hide yourself! Ishall
lose my place! Escape: Hide!"
The master, hearing whispering,
continued: ''You are not alone here?"
ooh, yes, NJ. Grabu!"
'You are not, since you are talking"
81 swear to you that 1 am, Nj. Ora bu. -
81 will find out about that!" replied
the old man; and, locking the door, he
went down for candle.
Then the young man, a coward as
you will see, lost his head, and becom-
ing suddenly furious, it appears, re-
peated: Hide, so that he shall not
find you! You will deprive me of bread
for the rest of my life. You will ruin
my career! Hide!''
The key was heard turning in the
lock.
Hortense ran to the little window
which looked out on the street, sud-
denly opened it, then, in low and res
olute voice: "You will come and pick
me up when he is gone" she said. And
she leaped out.
Father Grabu found no one, and,
greatly surprised, descended again.
A quarter of an hour later NJ. Sigis-
bert came to me, and related his ad-
venture. The young girl remained
lying at the foot of the wall, unable
to rise, having fallen from the second
story. 1 went with him to her. It was
raining in torrents, and I carried to
my house the unfortunate maiden,
whose right leg was broken in three
places, the bones having pierced
through the flesh. She made no COM
plant, and only said, with admirable
resignation: 81 am punished, we'll
punished!"
1 sent for help, and for the relatives
of the young workwoman, and to these
/ related a fable of a runaway team
which had thrown her down and Grip
pied her before my door. They be.
lieved me and the police sought in vain
for a month the author of the acct
dent.
That was the end! 1 tell you that
this woman was a heroine as truly as
those who accomplish the finest his.
toric deeds.
That was her only love affair. She
died unmarried. Shewas as MARTYR, a
great soul sublime in her devotion
And if 1 did not deeply admire her ]
should not have told you this story
which I have never related to anyone
during her life. You will understand
why.
The physician was silent Mamma
was weeping. Papa uttered a few
words which 1 did not understand;
then they went away.
remained on my knees on the sofa
sobbing, hearing strange sounds OF
heavy steps on the staircase. They
were carrying away the body of Clio
chette-Translated by Marcia DIV
plant from the French of Guy d.
Maupassant, Reprinted from Orang,
Judd Farmer.