The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1903-08-29

happiest memory my childhood
in the hospital coverings little beds in the
dornory white; played several Of together.
in garden beneath lovely trees and there good
sister, very young and white as snow-she was dying Of
consumption petted dine I to walk up
and down with her than to play with the other children
she would draw me close beside her and lay her
soft hands upon my brow. But after
twelve years DID, after my first communion there was
nothing but unhappiness to apprentice with
member of chairs in the faubourg Saint Jacques.
THAT sort Of business, know; it is impossi-
BILE to earn ones bread from it. and the strongest proof
Of it is that the master only able to obtain
prentices the little fellows that from the
The master and his wife, two old peasants of Lmosn.
both of them terrible msers and the bread which
they in little crusts meal times kept under
lock and key all the the tme.And at night, at
supper should have heard the terrible sigh with
plates. The other apprentices, blind
better off than tho they did not receive yet
they could not see the look OF reproaeh with which my
big appetite! it, MY fault
had three of apprenticeship,
hungry three years! All! you4 were asonished to
pick the bread of mud?. learned
When they too d let he so all
my bowl Sometimes found whole slices of bread that
the boys would throw from their lunch
their way home from school, had regular routes that
followed, hunting for something to And then.
when the three years were over and had Learned
trade All! well, as have told you, cannot live
by mending chairs
oh, tried many other trades; I worked for brick
layers have been errand boy soreboy, everything.
Can remember them all? Bah! I never ate my fill!
What RACES sight of the bakers shop used awaken
in mel Happily tho
good sister in the hospital and would feel
again At length when eighteen enlisted and
you know well that trooper has barely enough
To live on And now, 1T is almost funny enough to be
laughable, here is the siege and famine!
did not lie to when told that always
ways been hungry"
The heart of the young was kind and as he
listened to this terrible story told by man like him
oWn he felt deeply moved. 1t strange what tears
the bitter cad wind brought to his eyes!
Jean Vittor," he said ceasing his turn by some
delicate instinct to- the familiar thou
we both survive this terrible war; will again
since there is other baker than the corporal and
since rations twice big my appetite, it
agreed, is it not? will good
Their hands met in hearty grasp and then, night
FELL they turned back into the hall
dozen soldiers lying the straw, throwing
themselves down side by side they sleeping
soundly ~. =.
Towards midnight Victor alone, prob
ably because he was hungry The wind had blown away
all the clouds ray moonlight, penetrating
rude shelter thru in the walls, lay full the
golden hair of the young duke asleep upon the straw
Still full Of tenderness the spoken
kindly to him. Jean Victor watched him naive admira
ton when the sergeant Of the platoon opened the door
and called the five who to relieve the sentry
The duke the number but he did not awaken
at the sound of his = sf= AHs
"Hardnot get up!" repeated the officer.
IF will permit, sir, said Jean Victor, rising.
T will take his watch He is sleeping soundy, and
"As you like" said other coldly::sS
And with the departure of the five the snoring
half hour later, the sound of firing, close at
hand, suddenly in
alert and the soldiers the
old nn proceeding cautiously, their upon trg-
of their and peerng anxiously along
that stretched white in the moonlight
But what time is it? cried duke, was on duty
for to- night
Jean Victor went in your place. replied one the
others. aSE
Just then soldier running down the road.
what news?" they CRIED he stopped, all OF
breath.
"The Prussans attacking. We reply from
the redoubt.'
are oth me
'They comng-all except poor Jean Victor"
What" cried the duke rs
"The poor fellow killed in instant by a ban
in the head. He had not time to say
SOM"
evening winter about O'Clock in the morn
ing the Duke Hardinot his club with his
friend neighbor the Count Saulnes he had lust
during the evening and he