The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-06-17

When Emile received from the gaouentestre of his regiment the registered postal package which contained his mothers hair, he knew well enough what inside the bo for he had guessed his mothers intention from certain vague expressions in her letters though she fearing that he might against her sacrifice and wishing her gift to surprise believed that she had kept him completely in the dark His comrades crowded round him. "Ah, the lucky youth An the gay boy! Ah the Ipig the fat the irnneasurable fat Pigl It is his sweetheart who has him her of halrl Ha, ha, hal He must pay bottle of wine" And they patted him the back and dug him in the ribs, as he fixed the splendid black tress in his helmet
 Tt is his sweetheart" they yelled in chorus Sacred pigl Sacred Emile! Thy sweetheart, eh? Is it not, is it not7 Useless to deny ii, you rufianp Emile did not that it his sweetheart he was just too much of Parisan to deyit altogether he neither yea may" joc1far1y he asked is friends admire him, they admired him on every note of the scale, and from every point of view.
 year afterward Emile got into serious trouble, but through fault of his own He an slsve bTiqadiey Cor lance corporaD, and comrade also kevs b,fgo- dier stole document from the office of the regiment where both were employed clerks. and was caught red-handed. The thief, silly youth whose brain had been added by reading the endless adventures of Mick Carter, and similar American trash sold in illustrated penny numbers not only denounced himself as spy in the of foreign government, but accused Emile of being his accomplce- The stolen document of value, the whole story the invention of hysterical lHlG ana made esar @ % a s sT after h & in prison and when he was sent back without apology French soldiers say, coMsignf there black mark against hrn nm 4 his super6rs & looked @ upon him with su jge i"strsctes' who had the ease in hand, was con mother perhaps, the chief mover a vast system of espionage with rarnifcatons all over the world great hit of his life by unravelling this black conspiracy iy displeased with Emile Emile might change nto another regiment but the ban, the cosgnS would fol-
 The Colonel was in bad temper when Emile duly months leave to visit his mother in ofder to console her for his long silence and re-esabsh his health
 cheeks e coon osfed m II wTa yo sst ay GesS out You have already been absent from your duties you shall be punished severely" The consequence was slang called Ie cafGrd. A cGfayd IS a black beetle and why the word should be employed to designate peculiar to soldiers has been clearly explained of too mulch drink with touch of snb5latoTy mania 9e onss ae & G bG m afhf dne H 9 36 had ot 1 TetrTn to t5e I s days he spent in TotQps seventh according the rule in the French army
 he was notified to the police authorities deserter all others the police would be on the iookou. for him
 But tomorrow" said Emile himself lis Sunday, and mother will be at the cemetery It will be quite safe to meet her there So he sent message to her by Chariot, who had nstFueons to tel her just as is bit exctsble Charots preamble was in the nature of circumocution, but he ended by telling Jeanne all same" said charot when he saw in the blazing eyes and w face of the the oT & % t es & eh effect 2d i Enilel very bad joke anyway. He did not know Ht the he eemetery Madame was the deep mourning she I always ways wore f % n she s fd ds At first she did little but weep and shake her head
 Tel everything, the mother insisted, as if she
 "They treated with injustice, mother" said Emile, land cannot stand thatp
 ohe ba 4 ms dd ngt9s n R s world '0b0ed his
 'Tt's no good going back to the regiment; it
 The mother shook her head violently in contradiction T T hou must thou must go back whatever happens
 Thou 8 must Submit to thy punshrent like brave ia Brussels tonight. There's the ticket be bought Canst thou give me some money, just a httlef With
 The Mother: Help thee away? Thou know est not what thou askest my poor Emile Then o4 who is lying ere would rise from the grave strange us both if he could know that had helped thee to de word of honor Oh. mon Dieu, mon Diet the honor
 Siother. insisted the lad in hoarse whisper, eff go back the CosseT de Gaezre (court-rnartial) that will judge have been absent six whole days they will have no pity is because they have acted Injustly toward m that they will have no pity For wrong. There is black mark against me. I con- Sigmk, And so it's Biribi for me-.
 The word struck straight the mothers heart Pere Cherubins widow felt icy thrill through all her veins he had gained ~Biribip
 Jeanne withdrew her hand from her face which was swollen reddened with Tn a second her mind had been made Her hand creptt to her pocket, 9o me T She sd hruS Pu no e his @ hPnd To eod pieces were inside ita twenty franc and ten-franc piece It dawned on the lad that the quarter day was ap- preaching: Those two sacred louis dor Mother cried Emile, in choked voice, and stepping (for she fold her his arms, kiss her. This is too muchi 1oFsEe Ta s sBe % dd g n agony znd pushed him from her. "Be of, be off
 "Mother, let kiss perhaps 1t is for the last As Emile bent dowr the crensge of his heTmetrer me. thou art killing me!' she gasped "Oh, my son,