Los Angeles herald., 1908-01-26
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hearts. They had their home, comfortable llv-
ing and had just begun to save dot for the little
Madeline, when the first notes of the Civil War
were sounded from Fort Sumpter and Manassas,
reaching even the little garden the far
away Gulf Coast. Monsieur Dupuy heard these
sounds with alarm, for as they drew nearer there
was a certain tingling in his blood whenever news
came from the battlefelds, that made him feel
that he must take part in the fray. And his sons?
They must go, too for were they not all OF them
Dupuys descended from officer of the "od
French Guard?' Was not the sword of Barthol-
omew Dupuy one of the treasured heirooms of the
family?
"Certainn,emt, we will all go!" he said to him
SELF as the war clouds rolled nearer. He was
walking up and down and around the paths of the
garden with little Madeline toddling at his heels,
filling his with her baby prattle.
at ees inutile-inuti1e! will all go!" he
muttered, stopping his ears with his fingers to
shut out the sweet sounds of her voice, and strid
ing away fast that the little feet could no
longer keep step with him.
One day after, he came home bringing with
him bag of shining gold-all of his savings
which he had that day taken from the bank. In
the dead of night he slipped quietly from his
chamber, and under every rose-bush in the garden
he planted some portion of his treasure. This
DONE he returned to the cottage, and while pacing
the gallery back and forth, he was joined by his
wife, who missing him from her side, had come
forth to seek him. With his arms clasped tenderly
about her. he told her what he had done.
"Pourquoi" she exclaimed, her clasped hands
resting upon his breast while her eyes sought
his. Her heart misgave her-she scarcely needed
his words to tell her his purpose.
at for pain-bread for you and Penfant.
You will only hate to chercher beneath every
bush to find re bread-when I gone!"
"And you, cher dmi-et mon fist" she cried
with fast-beating heart and sudden alarm.
Eye se suis I'm so1dot ct mons fils aussi-as
mon grandpere. We will fight for our honest"
drawing himself up to his full height and setting
his lips firmly.
1t would be useless to dwell upon the scene
that followed. 1t was duplicated in almost every
homo in no 1and hnth no
the progress of the Civil War, which rent the
United States in 1861. Monsieur Dupuy and his
sons had that day joined the regiment which was
raised and equipped by his cousin, CASTOR Dupuy,
who, as the oldest son of the oldest son,
ognized tacitly by all the Dupuys as a leader,
though he had not much more than attained his
majority
Only few days elapsed when, with beating
drums and firm measured steps, they marched
away. At parting, Monsieur Dupuy placed his dear
wife in the arms of Nanny" the faithful slave
who had been with them since their marriage, and
had nursed all of their children.
Keep her ct Fenfdnt till Je retour" were his
parting words at the little rose-wreathed gate,
which shut in all that he held dear
"Adieu, ddiea," murmured the fond wife,
through her tears she watched the soldierly forms
until they disappeared in the darkness.
Monsieur Dupuy and his sons fought bravely as
did all of the of the South, and in many
battlefelds Often news would come back of their
deeds of valor-but that was all. They never
came back, but were left with thousands of others
upon the boodstained plains. So when the smoke
of conflict had cleared away, and the doves
beginning to "buid their nests in the lannon's
mouth" Madame Dupuy found herself with her
little Madeline, alone in the little rose garden,
upon which the showers continued to fall, and the
to shine just as brightly as if there was
such thing death and destruction in the world
as if her life and light had not gone out.
There were not entirely alone, for Nanny"
who had shared with her all her anxious watching
and cares remained her faithful companion in