The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1912-10-17

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Meanwhile, the Seigneur Desaurac,
recovering became a prey to greater
restlessness; 10 sooner was he able
to get about, than, accompanied by
faithful servant, Sanchez he left the
neighborhood, and, for a number OF
years, led a migratory existence in
continental capitals. The revolt Of
the colonies in America and the news
of the contemplated departure OF the
brave Lafayette for the seat of hos
tilities, offered at least, a pretext to
break the letters of purpOseless
life. At once he placed his sword at
Lafayette's disposal, and packed him
self and seryitor-a fellow of dog
like fidelity-across the ocean. There,
at the seat OF wars alarms, in the
great conflict waged in the name OF
liberty, he met a soldiers end. far
from the field of his ancestors
Sanchez, the man, buried him, and,
having dutifully performed this last
task. walked away from the grave
and out of the army.
During this while the son by the
peasant woman, intrusted to an old
f1shwife who had been allowed to
usurp a patch Of his fathers lands,
received scanty care and attention,
even when the stipulated fees for his
maintenance had continued to come;
but when, at the Seigneurs death,
they ceased, any slight solicitude on
the caretaker's part soured to acri-
mony. An offspring of dubious par
entage, she begrudged him his bread;
kept him from her own precious
brood, and taught them to address him
as brat" "pauper," or by terms even
more forcible. Thus set upon, fire.
quently he fought; but like young
wolves, hunting in packs, they wor-
ried him to the earth, and. when he
continued to struggle, beat him to IN
consciousness, if not submission.
One day, after such an experience
at the hands of those who had par
taken Of the Seigneurs hberality, the
boy, all bruised and aching, fled to
the woods, and. with the instinct OF
an animal to hide, buried himself in
its deepest recesses. Night came; en-
comprised by strange sounds, I'M
known terrors, he crept to the verge
of the forest, and lying there, looked
out across the distance toward the
scattered habitatiOns. visible through
the gloom. One tiny yellow dot of
light which he located held his
glance. Should he return? That
small stone hut, squalid as it was,
had been his only remembered home.
But the thought of the reception that
awaited him there made him hest
tate; the stars coming out, seemed to
lend courage to his resolution, and,
with his face yet turned toward the
low long strip of land, sprinkled with
the faint, receding points OF light, he
fell asleep.
The earliest shafts of morn, how
ever, awaking him, sent him quickly
back into the dark forest. where all
day he kept to the most shadowy
screens and covers, fearing he should
be followed, and, perhaps, captured.
But the second night was like the
first, the next like the second, and the
days continued to pass with no signs
OF pursuit. Punched by hunger, GER
tain of the berries and roots he ate
poisoned him, until in time he profited
by his sufferings and learned to dis
criminate In his choice OF the frugal
fare about him. Not that his appe-
tite was ever satisfied, even when he
extended his explorations to the
beach at night, digging in the sand
with his fingers for cookies, or prowl-
ing about the rocks for mussels.
Yet, despite all, he Rugged to his
breast compromising sense OF lib
erty; the biting tooth of autumn was
preferable to the stripes and tongue
lashings Of the old life; and, if now
frugal repasts were the rule. hunger
had often been his lot in the past So
he assimilated with his surroundings;
learned not to fear the animals, and
they, to know him; indeed, they
seemed to recognize him by that
sharp unsated CLINT of the eye as one
Of their kind. When the days grew
bleaker and the nights colder. he took
refuge in a corner within the gray
walls of the moss-grown castle OF his
ancestors, the old Seigneurs. No
cheerful place, above. all at night,
when the spirits OF the dead seem to
walk abroad and sobs, means, and
fierce voices fill the air! Then, creep
ing closer to the fire he had started
in the giant hearth, wide-eyed he
would listen, only at length through
sheer WEAKNESS to fall asleep. Never
theless, it was a shelter and here,
throughout the winter, the boy re-
manned.
Here, too, Sanchez, the Seigneurs
old servant, returning months later
from long wanderings to the vicinity
of the Monitor no especial reason,
save the desire once more to see the
p.ace-had found him. And at the
sight the man frowned.
In the later days, the Seigneur
Desaurac had become somewhat I'M
mindful, If not forgetful, of his own
flesh and blood. 1t may be that the
absorbing character of the large and
chivalrous motives that animated him
left little disposition or leisure for
private concerns; at any rate, he
seemed seldom to have thought, much