Tazewell Republican. [volume] (Tazewell, Va.) 1892-1919, 1908-01-09

! lOus question tore after IL through
the night Tout va bien?"
"Oui, I'm wit Raoul.'
mere was no need for another call
Bete-noire's wood-man's ears had
placed the sound Marie heard the
bushes breaking before his rand an
proach; heard the dry sticks snappinp
beneath his feet and
Il have stopped the blood. Bette.
noire, mails can't tear apron wit one
hand wish, me, you make light and
tear apron. Raoul, he have cut him
self" -'-i1i'
Bete-noire snapped a match. broke
splinter from an old pine stumn
and put the torch into Marie's free
hand. Kneeling beside her, he tore
strip from her apron and twisted n
tightly around RaouPs badly emf
calf. Then ne spoke:
Me, 1 go to your papa's house TO
take back shovel and I hear madame
say you going stay la mutt wit Tor.
Inc. But, me, l know Mathilde was
dere. fas scare. go to NJ. Reneau.
he tell me, No, you amt dere fol.
low your track in big road till ,tis
too dark to see. My God, was scare"
Marie's strong tired hand went I'M tn
his great thick shoulder.
"Bete-noire." she said lovingly.
A weak laugh came out OF the
gloom around Raoul's head.
And, me, / amt priest. Ouelle
pitie."
You better tank God you Amt
dead" Bete-noire told him straigbtIv
Il would be If 1t amt been for La
Pluie," Raoul answered and so weakly
that Bete-noire grabbed his brothers
hand.
You feeling pretty good now, ha,
Raoul?"
Raoul made no answer. he had faint
ed 1or his fun. Marie spoke quickly:
You stay wit him, Bete-noire and
me, l run to house for fetch papa
No. Numbered Bete-noire.
Den, me, 1 stay wit Raoul and
you go"
No! You going stay wit me. Ny
God, was scare'!"
Ihere was nothing for it then but
10 carry the cut youth to within
shouting distance of NJ. Noise and it
was well for the rogue that night that
Marie had inherited her fathers fine
physique along with his tender heart
Stubbornly, Bete-noire broke the
way with his brothers head on his
bent back; pluckily Marie trod in his
steps, the cut leg in a sling from her
shoulder. Raoul came to and demand
ed TO be left alone while Bete-noire
and Marie went together for help. but
TO this neither of them would consent.
Leave him alone, hurt, in the night.
IL would take harder heart than ever
beat In 'Cajan breast to do that.
In III while we be TO mile-post,
haoul and den Bete-noire can make
papa hear. Bete-noire have big voice"
Bete-noire did not have a big voice.
The woods beloved and blared with
the name of NJ. Noise before there
came to them that startled stentor-
ian:
"Ouii"
And Bete-noire beloved with all his
might:
by sixteen milepost. Fetch wagon
If you please"
Quiz! The word wanged its way
with the hurting twist that only a
Ca1an tongue can give it and M.
Noise was in the stable waking up
his horse
Madame Noise was there. too. hold.
ing light, bucklIng a strap-too wise
TO talk in an anxious time. When M
NOISE turned with husky Goodbye,
Beoe, 1 reckon l be back pretty soon"
madame kissed him; but as the big
monsieur climbed in heavily over
one side or the wagon, his live little
madame flashed in over the other;
II there was trouble in store for her
old man. Madame Noise was going
to share 1t.
The rattle of that rapidly driven
wagon rang like a cheer to the anx-
ious watchers by the mile post and
yet at the sound of it, Marie rested
Haoufs cut leg on a log and sitting
down beside it began to cry.
What are you crying for now, La
Pluie?" Raoul asked gently.
"Oh," Marie sobbed to her knees,
"das going to make Camille feel so
sorry when she find you been hurt like
das."
Raoul tried to laugh.
Il reckon, me, das going make Ca
mile feel so proud when she find |
she got liz sister so game like das. |
Don't you cry. Marie"
But Bete-noire sat down beside the
shaken girl and lifted her dropped |
head to his shoulder:
you cry all you want, La Pluie."
he comforted. "And if any man on
Bayou say you can't cry when you
want, he's going have to lick me
And l reckon, me. he amt going
fine das easy, mol"