Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1907-04-20

the carriages and Hojectiles; at last they
dragged the cannon inclosed in these
cases themselves, for the animals could
90 no farther, and the peasants, worn
ont, refused their aid even though OF.
fercd gold.
At last The first consul, after having
watched and directed everN thing. began
to climb Mtant st. Bernard himself
He left A1artigny before dawn on the
goth of May, began the ascent. and
reached Orsieres. There the roads be.
came irrassable for horses. Mules and
Sliides awaited his choice. His sureness
of eye aid not deceive him. Whom did
he select? The man who knew the noun
tain best. who had crossed it in every
direction, who knew all its snares. dan
gers and threats, Franz, the shepherd
of the Bourg Saint Pierre
They set out. Franz. not knowing
whom he was guiding, Strengthened his
tall figure Proudly he passed through
tnc paths whose every turn was familiar
to him. and when he reached Greteps
chalet he saw at the window the rosy
face Of the girl he loved, who smiled at
i'm.
Bonaparte cast long look at the little
Nalais peasant whose @ heeks glowed
with bushes. Then his eyes searched
the shepherds features.
Putting aside for an instant the anx-
ieties which burdened his mind. he dues.
toned his guide, asking the name of the
young girl who had beamed upon them
50 radiantly in the morning light
A deep line appeared between the
>oung mans brows, and Bonaparte ex-
claimed: Why doii't you marry your
Gretel?"
oh General!" sighed the poor lover.
And in simple words he told his story.
the girl too rich, the father in search of
wealthy son-in-law, the neighbor who
was to be forced upon siretel to enlarge
the estate.
How much would you need to buy
the farm next to the chalet?" asked the
first consul.
More than / shall ever be able to
save Gretel will be married. and shall
be an old man before | have laid up
half of it."
But what is the amount?"
Somewhat haphazard, the shepherd
named sum exceeding the real value of
the little farm. it seemed so far away.
so much beyond his dreams
Meanwhile, from rock to rock. from
snow hin to snow hill, the docile animal,
led by its masters hand, reached the
summit of the mountain, the monastery
of Saint Bernard.
The conqueror of the morrow. who was
to triumph at Marengo, had accomplished
the miracle of taking a whole army
across an impossible mountain. The
81 III
was nothing to do except descend the
slope to Italy.
Alighting from the mule, Bonaparte
fixed his piercing blue eyes on the guide.
you have done WELL" he said "Take
this letter, and remember Gen. Bona
parte."
Giving the bewildered young peasant o
paper, he turned away 1t was addressed
to the paymaster of the army, who haG
remained at Martigny.
A few hours later, Franz reached the
officer, who examined the paper, turned
it over, and verified the signature.
Then he began to pile up before the
dazed shepherd. who doubted his senses,
gold coins and bills. a whole fortune.
Bonaparte had asked what sum was
needed to buy the estate, and had had
the amount given to him. 1t meant the
battling of his evil fate, the hand of
Gretel won, the realization of all his
dreams.
Franz almost tainted with joy, and his
thoughts, in an outburst of alteration,
flew to the man who, master of the
world. had still found time to think of
the distress of the humble mountaineer
All the obstacles were removed. Franz
and Gretel, toward the middle of the
summer We're married amid the fra
GRANGE of the flowers She wore no arti-
fetal blossoms, but a wreath of daisies,
in remembrance of those against whose
petals they had brushed during the
spring evenings. Never was bride so
pretty, so happy, so admired, and Franz
gazed at her thinking of the little new
house which was smiling at them from
all its open windows, the house where
boomed that day the miraculous flower
Of joy.--Springfeld Republican.