The Montgomery advertiser., 1909-01-17

io the old circle. reunited in Paris, be- cause D'ArEenton could bear the quiet
 of the country no longer. He had started c Review in which every one of the Failures appeared in print once a month. Once copy reached the sto- ker. As he turned 1t over in his grimy hands and read the names of Hirsch. Lsbassindre, D'Argenton and .Moronval, all his erecutioners, assembled on the front cover, he shook his fist in his deep lair and cried: 'Wretches.
 wretches! Look what you have made me"
 But 1t was only q lightning flash. Stoke hole and alcohol suppressed re- volt; and 1t was a stofd, stupefied man who dragged himself on crutches one night Into D'Argenton's apartments to announce that his ship had sunk at sea and he was one of the few surviv- ors. N They kept him there for few weeks till his wounds were healed. DArgen- ton was ashamed to have the coarse. vulgar workman there. Charlottee winced at his manners and the tone of contempt with which D'Argenton's friends addressed him. It was a relief to all when the poet suggested that
 Jack would recover better In the air of Etiolles.
 Jack went there listlessiy, but the woods stirred in him something that had seemed forgotten and lost. The trees seemed to give back something to him. Sometimes he lost his Invalid
 and convict-liks appearance under the
 pure. deep sky.
 After e few weeks he met the old doctor and learned how he had been maliRned. Dr. Rivals had not told Ce- ciie. and he insisted on taking Jack home with him. Scarcely did Jack see
 the tall and graceful girl before sud- den perception of the ugiiness of his
 whole person arose within him. He
 tried to hide his scared and scared
 black hands with their rough, broken
 nails. His life was all over. And then
 the recollection of all his debaucheries came to him He suffered and was
 ashamed.
 Blessed. suffering and blessed shame!
 It was his soul awakening again. all confused and weeping, at the touch Of
 the young girl who brought back to
 him his springtime.
 But he did not know it. He wished to ice.
 It was to be many. many months be- fore that dull spark could be blown into a true flame of life again; but the patient doctor did it. He took Jack
 into the woods, opened to him again
 the beautiful books. and dropped into
 his sick soul and mind WordS that were
 more cunning than any drugs that he
 dispensed for sick bodies.
 There came day when Jack was 6 man again, and then the doctor told him that Cecile loved him-and that she was. like himself. the child of a mother who had gone astray. Poor little outcast.'' said heI you have only each other in all the world. Make her happy Jack"
 But she must not marry a poor workingman, said Jack. That too, the old doctor had considered. You wish to be independent" said he. Well, then, this Is my advice. You must go ot Paris and earn ybur living as work ingman by day. By night you must attend the medical lectures that make Paris & famous town. Every Sunday you will come here where we will go q oyer < \ yeuf weFk together. cecile will
 s wifi N va Wait Years. will walt for ever for you, lack said Cecile, giv- ing him her faithful little hand. Now there began another period of toll as fierce as had been that of the stoke hole; but where the one dragged down this upraised him. His eye be-
 came the dreaming, vision seeing eye of little Jack again. His mouth
 regained some of it's old lines of sweet
 ness. though never, never might life