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

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s. Translated of coppee.
Copyright, 1908, by the Foreign Story Syndicate.
The young duke Hardinot staying at AK, in
Savoy treating with the waters his famous
Perichoe broken wnded after winning the great
fast the beside him, he suddenly saw the
news Of the defeat Of Reichshoffen
He drained his glass Of chartreuse at gulp threw
MS TO to %
and FASTENED to the recruiting office, enlistng in reg-
ment of the line.
Say what you will, a may spend his whole time
the of nineteen to that of twenty-five living
fast life as he DESIRE he may even grow brutal
in the stables of the but there is no denying
that given certain circumstances he will still remember
Euguerrand Hardnot died at Tunis of the plague
Saint Louis persisted that Jean
de Hardinot commanded Grandes Companies be-
meath Du zueschn lastly that Francois Henri de
Hardinot was killed charge upon Fontenoi This
may serve to explain however why young duke felt
blood rush to his face he read of the battle
the French had lost and lost upon French SOIL
why with the horrible impression of hav-
It also serves to explain why, in the early part of
November 1870 returning to Paris with the regiment
formed of the Vinoy Henri de Hardnot
encamped with his before the redoubt OF
a position hastily taken and
tected by the cannon of Fort Bicetre
twas a melancholy place, winding road marked out
by little posts and cut into deep muddy tracks,
the outskirts of the town. and side an
inn where the soldiers had established their
position Two days before hot fight had ragged about
house; grapesho had and disantled the
the door and all the wood scared with
bullets.
the walls soaked with wine, looked as if washed in blood
stretched bitter wntry sky dark and gloomy
with low hanging clouds and color of lead.
At the of the inn the young duke stood motonless
cap and his numbed hands tucked into the
pockets of his red trousers He shvered beneath his
sheepsl<n coat He himself up to bitter thoughts
this soldier of defeat and with despairing glance he
the lines of the hills stretching away into the
mist from whence moment there came loud reports
Suddenly he realized that he was hungry.
He k1elt dow nd drew from knapsack lying
him the ground huge piece of bread, part of
his ratons, and began to eat it SLOWLY.
After few mouhfuls, he had enough; the bread was
hard and had bitter think that there would
tomorrow, then it
doubtful! This of pretty tough after
ALL and what would he not give for of those
little at the English club! outlet boiled eggs
on asparagus tips and fine bottle of old Leovilles!
good days and how ever to get
used to dry bread?
a moment of Impotence the young duke threw the
of
At the same moment subaltern out from the
inn stopped, picked up the bread and walking
steps, busted it with his coatsleeve and began to
devour it greedily
Henri de Hardinot already hasty
action and looked pyingy at the poor fellow who showed
such good appetite. He tall and lanky and poorly
built with big feverish long beard and face
thin as the blade of a knife
you very hungry, comrade?" asked the duke, as
he drew nee soldier.
GAS see" replied the latter, his mouth full
Pardon me- then; If had known it could give you
pleasure I would thrown my bread into the
mud de Hardinot
"Oh it wasn't hurt in the least" replied the soldier
I'm not so dainty as all that.
THAT doesn't however, said the duke
What I did wrong and sorry. But I do not
wish you to carry away bad opinion of and as
brandy in flask, let drink it
together
The had finished eating. The duke held out his
flask and they drank together. Their introduction
complete.
"And your name?" demanded the young subaltern
"Hardinot, replied the duke emitting his title and
the
"And yours?'
I only Joined company
hospital. wounded at the redoubt
Chation All! is comfortable in the hospital and
the nurse gave good But wound
only s:ratch; the major signed paper Of
covery old business Of starving has been begun
again. You believe like but
see here, have been hungry all my hfe."
The words terrible told to vouptuary who had
surprised in regret for the English club and
the Hardinot looked at his companion with
limos frightened establishment. The soldier smiled
sorrowly showing all hs wofik teeth the teeth Of
starving man, and, il he understood that
of he said: ~ 3.