Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1902-09-30

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father. who had not seen fit b give it
without being asked Then ne had
died too. and his father had refused to
see his widow and child. an0 had dis
appeared gone no fre- seemed TO
know where
NJ Reauille however thought Of
the subject tc-night as he vrate de-
spite himself Decidedly he might
have been less harsh to Camille Even
patriots ought MOI to carry things too
far Politics ought not to be allowed
to beset domestic Joy Camille had
not been blameless-fa from it. but
the course taken against him had been
too rough 1t almost would-yes. it
certainly would be very we'll if he, NJ.
Beauvile, could meet with the widow
and the baby and do what he could for
them. NJ Beauvile's pen paused in its
rapid fight, and something conspic-
uously moist fell upon his paper. The
Child of Freedom had human weak
ness. He hastily dashed an inkstained
handkerchief over his eyes, muttered
remark uncomplimentary to himself
under his breath, and prepared to re-
sumo his task.
But he hesitated. What was that
sound outside the door? NJ. Beauyille
sprang to his feet and glanced toward
the stove. The sound again, much
plainer Was itAcould itbe--a child's
laughter? NJ. Beauville carefully push
ed back a pane in the wall and depos-
tied the precious manuscript in the
cavity il covered Then he opened
the door Of his room warily. in fear of
'trap-the creatures of tyrants are
sometimes very artfub and up to
tricks.
Outside stood a priest from st. Sui
pice. with little boy in his arms. The
one had a thin. fine gentle face, and
wore a robe of rusty black, and the
other was rat. red-cheeked, smiling,
and had a bright, warm coat So
Have the honor asked the priest,
"ot addressing NJ. Beauville?"
''Yoh have answered the AsPiFer
eurtly tn 'ut fi u taglu.
Them monsieur, ] ask pardon for
the lateness of my visit, I have had
difficulty in finding your abode. and I
deliver my charge into your hands.
Your grandson" M ..-
THE mother?" interrupted NJ. Beau
Vile. startled 'i'l'' 'i.a
Madame died yesterday a Montma-
tire. She intended to- send for you at
the end, but there was not time. She
was proud, too proud and poor. Had
she approached you Before 1t would
have been, she thought.lto beg; and
YOU had said You hated her. SO she
worked hard. but she was not strong.
and-well her tears are dried, and
She is at rest now. But her son2 All,
she loved him. and before she
died she prayed me to carry him TO
you"
"Do you. know me?" asked VI. Beau
Vile of the boy, who answered by hold
ing out his hands fearlessly and laugh
ing mo. you cannot. How should
you? What's his name?"
What's his name % Ift l
surely monsieur knows?"
Yes. I remember, it is Georges Give
him TO me-"
NJ Beauville gently took the boy He
called Quito the departing priest that
he would see him again. Then he re-
entered his room and fastened the
| door. lie seated himself in his chair
and held Georges on his knees. The
boy was not at all afraid, but chatter
cd in a shrill voice and in broken sem
fences. which somehow failed. to sound
| complete NJ Beauville listened for
time in silence The baby talk moved
the heart of the patriot Eventually
| he began in interrogate. He asked
about his dead son, his wife life. deeds.
hopes. death. He learned little, be-
cause the knowledge Of Georges was
| limited He sighed at last and, placing
the boy upon the floor near the fire.
at the front of the table. gave him an
| illustrated volume to amuse himself
with.
The report had to be finished before
| daybreak. 1t was brought forth and
| NJ. Beauville set to work at it afresh
| His heart was filled with a strange
mingling Of Joy and sorrow He was
o be allowed TO do something for the
child, but for the parents he could do
nothing.
At length he became absorbed in the
report. and worked steadily until he
had finished, and then read over and
corrected what he had written As he
finished each he dropped it distracted
ly to the floor, where his temporarily
forgotten grandson was seated. play
ing quietly by the stove. Folio after
folio was treated thus, the boy still
making no sound. The last folio con-
tanned only a line or so, but NJ. Beau
Vile held IT longer than he had done
the others before he turned TO send
| it after these.
AS it futtered downward the door
was burst open without ceremony and
the room was filed with gendarmes
NJ. Beauville rose with loud cry and
! INSTANTLY fell back into his chair For