New-York tribune., 1903-05-09
LIE Pocbard.
ny GUY wETMoRE CARRYL.
IN TWO PARTS-PART l.

unevenIy. absinthe in hand; awaiting his arrival
In the two hours which followed lay the keynote
would read his work OF the early morning hour 70
Jean cured up on a divan. with his hands clasped
behind his head and his eyes round and wide with
delight and admiration Wat =; things & tnsy were
like night moths IN the streets Of Paris While
GregOire with his flushed fece lit with Inspiration
and his eyes flaming with enthusiasm II only he
said so. timidiy az first and then more earnestly
as tte oy httle the MARKS * or eNGesS sre~ mo ~
this-he who always jOked-and in tim Jean c.sIle
afterTard
parted company till the following ey ning Jean
brought out his drawing board. his T-squart and
eaIdGes cal Tns %itS infn paSishee and uneTrn ee
racy until midnight and Grsgoire hayins eo-rss, g,
his pencil the while incossd it in one Of d
long envelopes. scrawIed Reduction du Jou -rs.l"
upon IT, stamped II. and went into the night 9"
mail the old. and seek new, moths And this w
AL there was 70 the comraqesnp W4Icn @ ny -.
the Quarter. save that the love OF Jean ior c.
gOire and Of GregOire for Jean was as deep ana li
faItering the current of The eternal Sene-'ti.d
if anything. more silent.
landing outside the aPartmen{ door and ebSeTl ys
nose of Gregoire who stood slipping his absinJhe in
the centre of the room L@ Pochard I rocked ana @
swayed ticking ike little clock and drlnkns SHP i
after cup Of mis- imaginary beverage as u MS ne
GsPehoeG ;ts upon tns guaIelIx Ex, ~ the nrspos-
ferrous creature. Jean le Cal lay back upon ne tns
kicking his heels against the floor. and Gregoirss a
forget even his abslnthe until the toys energy
slackened and he paused. with the bottle shaking
ground. Then. ''Eh ben quOi? said Gregoire. look
''Mais c'esT to!' burst out the little architect IN
ecstasy 1T is thou 70 the life. my Gregoirei Re-
pieri-and the checked grimpant. name OF pipei
But IT is thy brother-Le Pochard; thy twin-tnou'
And seizing the glass from Gregore's hand. he
set him reeIiHg and swaggering again, SO that the
immoral little aniInai 3 SPli5ed Lne h2IlS os on o @
come. with his nose pressed nat against the table,
of two II was quite in accord with the whmsically
fanciful nature Of GregOire that he should take
39brother'' and cher confrere.' He treated him;
did Cregofre with marked difference and studied
non-observance of his besetting weakness and he
expected and received from lie Pochard Ike re-
how he described their relations 70 Jean and Jean
droi pretence but would laugh night after night
till the tears came at the common faet ,r and the
Linked BY this new. if unstable bond OF syn syn
Pdthy. nSther OF sII IIs 4t. +Ie- csfbs Thicf,
had so long lain parallel. were gradually but in
and soul in the Competition for the Prix De Rome.
and as he said himself en- charrette eternay A Even wen
the work of his comTade, which formerly nad hel1
him spellbound. lost for him, little by little, nuch
with the stern. symmetrical lines Of columns and
the intricate proporttoning OF capitals drifted in
pure imagery. He returned later at night from the
with eroWng impatience and was busy with his
calques again before Gregoire had finished his
coffee. The evening readings, grown snorter anu
shorter. were finally abandoned altogether and.
oftener than not, he was totally Obvious 70 the
presence Of GrsgOire correcting his manuscript at
the little desk his noiseless departure with the
STAMPED envelope under his Had he been
told he would have denied his detection with the
scorn born Of conviction. 1t not that he loved
his courade less but only that the growing prom
Use of the Prix de Rome lay like the marvel OF
dawn on the horizon Of the immediate future
binding his eyes ali beside For Jean le Cal
was finding himself and in the crescent light OF
that new and wonderful discovery whatever had
been bright before grew taWdry.
lie Pochard. with his absurd nanity. was yet
feature of every dinner in the Rue de Seine. and
because Gregoire invented daily drOllery
in connection with their senseless toy Jean was
unaware that things no longer the same, that
his friend was thinner and more nervous; that the
circles had deepened under his eyes; that he said
no OF his work. They laughed together at lie
Pochard. and laughed again at their own aTnuSe-
ment- So the days went by. and still their paths
diverged-Jeans toward the gilt hills OF prom
ise and prosperity. GregOire's toward the valley or
shadow that must tread alone.
(To be continued)