New-York tribune., 1903-05-11
LIE POcbQrd.
BY GUY wETNoRE CARRYL.
IN TWO PARTs-PART II.

Of their living room al aegr oef9r. dinner sxg.
aa II the f hue IN Maree5aI Nsf ross Whieh he haa bur
chased for the occasion: For ne was determined.
to know Was il not Csrsgoire who had encouraged
him all along. who had DroDhesied success. when
exquise. who had laughed down 5ean's fore50d-
InSs. and mag11ied Jeans hopes a hundreqI
Yes; evidently Gregoire must be the first % Know
before even 0eu should be sent 10 Avignon TO
gladden. the heart OF Fraissigne pere
But when Gregoire came there was 10 need 70
tel nm after al FOR II ~ts the enlf1e', Ia la
pagne. and the great pink rose. ana. -no- "' al..
held out his long. thin arms widespread. art tlat
into them rushed Jean 70 o. aHg&eG anu Yslt-s..
of understanding, and many more that there vas
49,, RomsR9me s 5 9 think @ q it, And ND the & gs5ernS .
and now. All mon vieax. mon vieUx.
and pat. and say over and over. It IS vel my
1s,ff weiir u Wy '''''s
They dinsd ike princes these two pledging each
ie Cal So we isseTved his name never had Gre
goire been so whinsicaliy drelL Even ie PocnaT7
peat his former antics But it vas az IN vain.
upon the table Le Pochard only nodded once or
twice with profound melancholy. and stared a. at
sadness Of that other night but when ne looked
again the sadness, If sadness II were, was gone
Gregoire filed his glass, and pledged him anew
Rome. mon petit frere-Romer-
At 2 TheV went out together. Jean 10 0lSparcn nls
was night 10 be celebrated. with songs and many
Who knew where? Only the Seine, perhaps
sulklns past the ranpaIL on WhlCh ne Iea"eu-
ike a Sick man from his bed behind the towers of
DUAL de Cont came rattIing down. and stres-
eTes wens shriy taTousa ne nm n,oLis 90
'Archand de r5-binets, Tureetutu. tuTeetutututu-
de de- seine' res" '''sSO''' went S''''' '''o~
Jean spent the succeeding days in a whirl o.
cttement- There were calls TO be MADE. fsreWeii
suppeds eaten. and all the preparation fo- de-
parture 70 be superintendent Fraissigne Pere sens
draft. that Jean had Two new complets, and
Vanished trunk with his name and address painted
in black letters the end, j Fralssigne, villa
packing case he slowed his clothes and his house
hold gods. though when the latter had been col
looked pitifuIly bare There were dark squares on
dust Of the Shelves where his pictures and casts
and little ornaments had been, but Grssoirs only
laughed and said that the place had been too
crowded before and that the long needed houss-
So before they realized the fact. the moment oc
parting was upon them and the saPin. with Jean
concierge. wiping her hands upon her 6ue checked
little throng Of curious oilers paused on the mar
row sidewalk gaping at the new trunk Win t 80
baen nnzzii6g for fifteen minutes And on the curb.
arm linked in arm. the two comrades stood watch
ing him. with courage to meet each others eyes
For each F. had o thousand f san tSs Fenss TO say and
the end. their hands met. II was only q
commonplace that came to Jeans tongue.
Thou wilt write ne, vteuxs And IN four years
-ce qui va vite du reste!-we shall be together
moreF'
In four years-fn four -years-in four yearsl Tbs
words beat duly GregOire's temples. as ne
watched the cab swing round the corner OF the
Insttut toward the Quai Maiaquais. with Jean .
handkerchief huttertns at the window OF the Por-
there. Four years-foUr years-four years! How
easy Il was to say for one who did not know thar
the end had come-that the moths Of fancy E that
fy by night be caught by others nOW-that
the siren OF absinthe was standing ready TO claim
he= ownf
CIrseoire mounted the stairs slowly. unlocked ths
door and stepped into the familiar room. dim now
in the last faint light OF the day His absinths
stood upon the table. and he took IL I'D ana
paUsed looking about him Presently he went
forward the mantsl. and. LAYING one ndnd upOI.
IT. bent forward. peeriug at a little phoJ0grapn or
Jean which leaned against the mirror The Wood-
work Jared under his touch and lie POcnard. pa
his corner stirred ttCked feebly. and StroVe Z"
raise his cup his lips. Wheeling at the SOUND
CIregoire met eyes Of the d1sslpaJed uttlz t3N
for a full minute. mOtonleSs and silent Inen
with a sob. he hurled his glass into the era r.
where Il was shfvered into a hundred rrasfnehI~,
and flung himself MS knees by the divan WIN
HIS face buried in his hands.
Mon frsrOtt' he murmUred my little nrotheF-
help me-heIp TO be strong
And though Jean heard not another aHJ "a neI-
ter Brother listened. and understood. ana ere"
on the mantel lie Pochard bent mis- head and
eazed shanefacedIv upon the ground For Ms
reign was at end-The Illustrated London NHNs.