The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1904-04-20

breach in the bank, fund for the
journey.
1t was finished. 1t would be nec7
essary to give up the visit for this
year.
The girl embraced Little Cab and
went to sewing again.
The following 9winter they work
ed steadily on the first floor. The
autumn had been rainy, and Little
Cabs he,llth had suffered in conse-
quence. His bones ached, he had a
fever and pains in the head. The
doctor examined him, stroking his
beard meanwhile, and again ordered
the child to Berck as soon as the
weather became warm.
This time it was decided, cost
what it might, they would start for
the baths at the end of May.
The sewing machine recommended
again, and its grasshoppcr chorus
was heard far into the night,
They had bought Cab picture
book with nothing but views of the
sea. Here were ports with their for
ests of masts ranged along the walls
of the quays, steep cliffs and rocks
washed by yeasty waves and fishing
boats disappearing at sea like q
flock of white winged birds.
The child talked of nothing but
the ocean. He saw it in his dreams,
and sometimes in broad day he
thought the fog which filled the in
ner court strips of coast beaten by
the tide and large vessels with swoll-
en- sails.
Occasionally he took from the
mantel large shell and held it to
his ear. He would stand thus, his
neck lost in his shoulders, listening
for hours to the noise Of the sea
which seemed to him to come from
far off-from very far off.
The winter was exceptionally
damp, and I did not meet Little Cab
any more on the porch of the he Use.
The physician had expressly forbid
den that he go out.
From time to time I saw him at
the window. His eyes were sad,
sunken, and they looked far off,
while his slender fingers designed
vague ships on the window pane.
Then, suddenly seeing me in my
window observing him and thinking
himself spjcd upon, he made an an
CRY gesture and drew the muslin cur
tain.
Toward the middle of March 1
saw him no more. His bones ached
with increasing severity, the pains
in his head were redoubled, and his
legs could no longer support him.
He lay now the entire day stretched
out on his little bed, turning for the
hundredth time the leaves of his
picture book, where he saw the
ocean and the vessels with their
white sails.
He had not given up the idea of
his trip. "When are We going to
start?' he asked his sister, and when
she explained that they would have
to wait for warm weather he replied
in his thin voice:
"But am in q hurry. I want to
be cured quick, very quick, so that
[ will not see you cry any more"
He had looked up the names of
the towns on the route, and he al
ready knew them by eart-Chantil-
ly, then Clermont, Amiens, Abbe-
vile and then the ocean.
"Once we are there, am sure my
bones will hurt me no more"
In waiting he had constantly by
him the large pink shell from the
chimney, and with his ear against
its mother-of-pearl lining he listened
to that distant murmur of the sea
that was to deliver him from all his
miseries.
Toward Easter I heard no more
the heavy rumbling of the sewing
machine. They worked no longer
on the first floor, but I saw light in
the window far into inc night, show
ing that some one was watching by
the bed Of the sick child.
"He is very low" the concierge
said to me in low tones as she press
ed instinctively against her skirts
her sturdy, chubby faced boy. 1'sHe
cannot live long. Poor child! It
will be q deliverance''-
One morning I met on the porch
narrow coffin, carried by two men
and followed by the family.
It was Little Cab, who was start
ing on his journey to the fathomless
sea of the unknown. - From tie
French Of Andrew Thuriet.
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