The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-06-17

M@ AER# photograph surrounded by forget-me-
 HAE&N r1dely shipped of colored paper
 $ hanging in a black wooden frame on the
 wall of their one living room. It repre- - sented stern, hollow checked man with
 h4m big pointed black nustaches, dressed in
 a sergeanfs uniform of loose, old-fash-
 toned cut. In the hard, intense eyes was
 a flame which had out1ived the fading of nf the rest of the picture On the left breast were eight medals and cross, and when Emile was old enough to understand, he learned from his mother thai one of the medals the MeddfHe Mthtdtre, awarded fifteen years of faithful service in the army. And the cross that of the Legion of Hon- or. "Yes," Emile's mother said, she kissed him fondy bis little red cheeks, thy papa was knight of the Legion of onor and thou must promise me to become one too-is 1t not, my little man7 And the little man promised with wondering eyes,
 The late Sergeant Duvernoy had been the model French non-cornrnissoned officer; twelve campaigns eight wounds saved the life of his captain in one of the hottest engagements of the Tonkn expedition, thus winning the Cross Attached to the Bats dAfs (BataIons dAfrique first section, compagnies de dis cpline), and thoroughly detested by the men under him (poor wretches, slaves in soldiers unform) for
 his severity, he never, during the whole course of his fife felt any for the acts of cruelty which his devotion to duty made him commit; and when in retire ment at Montmartre during the five years which pre- cEded Eailes posthuous birth, his favorite theme of conversation though he not much of talker was the system of rigorous punshments employed in the Bats dAfs for the maintenance of discipline. Thus his mouthed and altogether admiring audi ence came to know about the "crapaudne which is
 way of tying refractory soldier by neck, wrist and heels, that he IS forced to lie helpless on hs stomach until released which may be for two three days a time. There lies my cherubin, (cherub), the Sergeant used say, "in the blazing sun just out of reach of his water-can, and if by superhuman effort he rolls himself to it, and tries to lap from 1t like dog, nine times out of ten, 1t goesi Oh, Ia, lal No more water till next dayl And forty degrees in the shadei" They learned, too, that Hsilo" is a deep hole in the sand, where the Hndsciplned soldier is buried alive for many hours
 with only just little aperture through which the light and air reach him They were informed that in fhe ~Ateliers" of the "Travaux Publiques section of the Bats Ais" in which the soldiers really victs the daily task of digging that each has to accomplish, working in the from a. m. t6 o.3o a. u1-, and from to $50 D. m, is trench 8 metres length IIo metres in breadth and So cent- in depth, just three times what the local expect from the average nigger coole. But the the depicting of which gave Sergeant Duver noy the keenest relish that of the pursuit of the deserter; the three sharp sumnonses surrender, then png-pang and my cherubin springs into the air. beats his together, and falls dead his face And serve him rgft A deserter betrays both honor and fsfherland and does deserve to ve-a dog, assassin, an-ugh-ehi what? Yes gentlemen, there you have what call the Bats dAfs,' 'Biribi' hell earth if cou like, but the right place for I1ndiscipIined soldier Suppress Birib and you may well suppress the army, and where will France be Ehen71
 A poser which left his hearers dreaming little sullenly. As the Sergeant always referred to his former subordnates "cherubins, this the from Icai nickname his Montmartre neighbors gave him Ie Pere Cher11bin (Father Cherub) Little Emile, hav ing been told by his mother that 'cherubin" is angel thought that call his father the "Pere Cher Slbin merely that he had to heaven, and secretly alarmed the prospect of one day meet ing him there; for in the photograph he looked so grim.
 After the great Dreyfus "Affaire" change came over the Sergeant He became thinner, and more hard-eyed and spent every fine day sitting alone in the little square the foot of Aontmartre staring stupdIy in front of him, smoking internable pipe. ask vyf1at was he 1t hissrst wound that giving him trouble The doctor called in the last moment diagnosed sumption This did deceive the wife She alone knew that-her tzssband had a heart-not the common ,vorladay heart. at is turned by the gross-but of his oen, and bad heart either; and it was broken. What he thought about the "Affaire" one ever knew; to have expressed opinion when 90 many officers of high rank -xariance=xoulda have seemed to him an act of indiscip1ne; but the te end came he took his wasted hand the cross of .he Legion of Honor which his wife had laid upon his pillow close his cheek and looking into her eyes with the which his illness had rendered zlzring than ever he said: Cherished one, If it be son. I count upon thee that he forget these words: F5onneur Patrie.'" And he pointed the motto ecrclng in gold letters the center of the cross. eft her dumb, kissed him, and he died.
 Jeanne Duveynoy, though twenty years younger than her husband. had loved him with devotion. Not alto