Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1905-01-21
FATHER CAZALON'S
NEW WAGON
TO Get 1t Was His Life's Ambition, but
It's Possession Did Net Benefit
Him

! was when he thought that nevar ~,
he lived would he have new We
On, how he longed for new ono
/, wagon painted green, with Wheels H..
snouiG ghsten like Il wedding ring AMI
| should turn as easily behind his s+ "uo
girl. VI young
AS they went over the rough roads III,
Wneeis should sing Il song, the son. ae
Sazaions pride: Listen, listen. M,
Cazaloh new wagon. See how rich ba
must be TO be able 10 pay for a na+'
wagon like mel Get out of the VIZ
good people; 1t would hurt If hit Won,
lhat was beautiful thought. ipderd
! put Il wagon like that would cost M leoSt
sou. and where was old CazaloD Ia in,i
such a sum! For twenty years he had
Deeh competed to content himself with
second hand wagons, yet the star of his
desires shone brightly before MIN. '-''
Ohe nne day, however, the dollars
poured INTO the strong box in old Can
ION bedroom. 1t was the grapes tLat
uld IT.. No season had ever been so GOOD
/ ana OLD Cazalon watched his vines with
LOOK or glorlhed thanksgiving on his
In the farmers cottage there was. nat
urally, great discussion as to how snrb
a fortune should be spent
AT last | can buy some linen sheets"
thought the mother, looking at her carved
| OCN Win pIluc ana pleasure.
Il shall buy an accordion smiled the
| youngest girl.
Earrings for me- cried the pretty
daughter
But Cazalon disposed of all these plans
| promptly.
That money is going to be spent for
new wagon" he decided mo linep
sheets, no accordion and no earrings.
new wagon, tell you. An, how long
! have l wanted One"'
Old Cazalon did not let the grass grow
under his feet before ne started off 70
order his new wagon. 1t must be far
| superior to any his neighbors possessed
it must be painted green with yellow
trimmings, and on one side, big enough
so that anyone could read il at dis
lance, Cazalon decided that he would
have large brass sign with his name.
Pierre Cazalon. Then people would
see that his business was prospecting
finely.
Four months later the carriage maker
sent word to Cazalon: Come for your
wagon whenever you like; it is all ready"
The old farmers heart tbFobbed as if
had never done before when he went out
| to harness his two oxen. using the hor-
ness of the fete days. and tying a bright
ribbon around their horns. In his hand
he carried his long goad, like a triumphal
| banner, and his voice trembled as he
4 started with his sturdy animals down the
road.
But the reality far excelled the old
mans fondest anticipations. In the max
er's shop stood the wagon complete
cleaning with the grernest of green
paint. and the brightest of iron wheels
while the brass name plate glistened like
| q miniature sun.
Cazalon looked at it with pride THAT
he did not attempt 10 conceal. With
| trembling hands he harnessed the strong
oxen, gay with their fete ribbons, to the
long, brightly vanished pole, and never
| did an Emperor, returning to Rome in
a golden chariot over rose strewn path.
| feel prouder than old Cazalon when he
| took his seat in his new wagon.
Get up, there, Jeanr' he shouted,
shrilly, to his oxen. Get up, Martini"
Out on the road, Cazalon creaked
proudly by all the other vehicles without
turning to the right or left. His neigh
bors moved respectfully to one side when
they saw him coming, looking with envy
at the green wagon as it bumped heavily
along.
When he was scarcely 800 yards from
| home old Cazalon caught sight of a load
of bricks drawn by four stOlid mules and
| occupying the very center of the road
| The driver, sharpfaced fellow from
the neighboring town, STROBE along on
one side of his wagon.
Hi there! move over Bit" shouted
old Cazalon, a frown gathering between
his eyes as the two wagons steadily dp-
preached each other.
| Get out of the way yourself, old green
potato cartw replied the brick carrier in
solently, not Offering to move.
| CaZalon grew pale with anger What!
! Was he to be forced from the middle OF
the road by arnold beggar of brick car
rier and his new cart to be insulted?
Shutting his lips firmly, he brandished
his goad in the air.
ION with you, JEAN" he cried. "Hurry
up, Martini
A moment later came the crash. Old
| CaZalon saw his new wagon lifted bodily
and then fall heavily to one side with a
| smash.
"Ohi You wicked son of the devil
cried the old farmer. striving in vain ia
raise himself from the ground, where ne
had been thrown. Tell me, is my wagon
| broken?"
mo. your wagon is all right, Father
Cazalon." cried the neigh bors who hao
gathered hastily about, but you, Oh
poor Father Cazalon"
In the old mans breast was Il gaping
rwound
Good little father. it was all my fault.
| was guilty of great pride. 1t was my
great fault. The good God has punished
met was | who ought to have moTed
to one side-I was tco proud of my new
| wagon
Old Caza!ons voice broke az he finish
| ed his confession to the cure of the pa:
ish. Then. knowing the end was neal
he whispered slowly TO the good priest.
| who bent c0mpassionately over him:
! Monsieur lie cure, may-tOmOrrow or
next day-when-when they take me-
down the road-will you let them carry
me in my new wagon?"
The cure looked pityingly at the old
farmer. Yes, my son, it shall he as You
desire he said. and gently traced the
I cross on CaZalOn'S brow
The next day old CazalOn started on
his last ride in the beautiful wagon. How
mis- soul must have futtered about The
bright. new paint and the glisteninS
show for the accident so costly 10 the
| poor man himself.
Perhaps the good God might have
| thought the old farmer was too vain and
proud 10 enter Paradise amid all the
blessed saints and angels. But He Is