The diamond drill. (Crystal Falls, Iron County, Mich.) 1887-1996, 1903-03-07
MONSIEUR MoNTREuIL had beer

OF traveller; the irony OF life made
him clerk
On the day on which he joyfully
took off the gown OF the college
graduate he did so merely to ex-
change IL for the jacket Of a clerk in
the government service. And from
that day on, confined TO the eternal
pensum OF his existence, he had TO
write, with mechanical hand, line
after line, while his thoughts took
bold flights to the blue sea, TO the
dense forests filed with the songs of
unknown birds, To all the vague mys-
teries which he imagined beyond the
horizon.
Year after year passed by him. In
brushing against the leather covered
chair upon which he was riveted each
one gave him little commiserative
smile. Undoubtedly those incessant
travellers felt sorry for him who was
condemned TO remain immobile.
They passed him dressed in widows
garb and looked so sad and rescmbled
one another so much that Montreuil
finally believed il was always the
same which came back to his.
The hour OF his retirement finally
made him free at time when, being
quite old, he no longer knew what
use 10 make Of the much desired lib
erty.
From that time on, having retired
10 small provincial town, he took
to reading TO satisfy his passion for
travelling. lie deyoured volume after
volume; the world became familiar
TO him; he learned 10 know its ports,
its cities, its rivers, as II he had re-
peatedly made the grand tour around
the world.
But il seemed as IL to the end
fatal contradiction rested upon his
life. The more extended his imag-
mary flights became, the more diff
cult became his actual movements.
Gradually paralysis took possession
of his legs. Unable TO walk any
longer, he was compelled to use an
invalid chair, which he propelled him
self with his hands, which still re-
NAMED seryiceable.
That infirmity, however, did not
sour his disposition. lie even found
pleasure in being in his rolling chair.
with the creative imagination of n
child he imagined himself the pilot
in his pilot house, steering the ship
so as To avoid the dangerous reefs,
represented in his case by the trees,
the rocks and bitches along the
roads.
Having forgotten that it was
Thursday, NJ. Montreuil planned to
visit one of his nieces who lived az
the other end Of the town
lie took the long cane which was
always suspended from the arm Of
his rolling chair, and tapped on the
ceiling To call the old woman who
took care of him.
"Do not expect me back this even
ing, Michaude. / am going 10 visit
Marie"
Immediately after he had partaken
OF his breakfast, consisting Of coffee
and milk, he started ON his journey.
Painfully wheeling himself along
the sidewalks, NJ. Montreuil had
reached considerable distance from
his home. when he remembered what
day OF the week il was.
He at once stopped and turned
about, for on Thursday he knew he
could meet, near the old stone quar-
ry, an ancient mariner who had be-
come sand digger. whose company
was prccions to him. That old sailor
had sailed on every sea, had been
shipwreckcd many times. The thou
sand and one things which he knew
were not TO be found in any book,
and besides that he told his yarns
with words that carried with them
the salty taste and smell Of the sea
brcczes.
It had raincd tho two previous days
and the soft ground made the invalid
cart heavy 20 pull. NJ. Montreuil was
only too glad, therefore, when around
a turn he saw the blue sailor cap and
black pipe OF Perou, who came to
meet him.
"Good morning, Perou Will you
give me Il lift2'
"Why, sure | will"
"Just n little bit more Perou!'
"Now we have it,"
They were on a little fiat spot, dug
of one side 10y the quarry men
and shut off ON the other side by a
wall OF rock, over which little
brook, swollen by the rain, fell in
cascades.
NJ MontreuI had particular lilS-
ing for that spot. He loved the rocky
bank. whose reddish color seemed 10
glow in the sunlight. lie found in
that spot n strange charm, and, al.
though he could hear the clock upon
the tower of his church. ID happened
60 him several times that he dreampt
himself transported Go some sun.
scorchcd corner ~ Africa. so often
called before his vision 10y his vivid
Imagination.
On account OF the sun, Perou
pushed the chair q little farther than
usual TO a dry spot which formed a