Vernon County censor. [volume] (Viroqua, Wis.) 1865-1955, 1914-03-04

very little," he said simply. "A large
fire of logs makes me think of that"
Tell me about it" she begged with
quick interest. "Will you? Was there
always a fire at your house?"
"But no. Mademoiselle--not. of
course. in the summer. It was of the
winter time 7 thought, when the neigh
bors came, in the evening, and we sat
about the hearth, sometimes twenty
people. each at his different duty. and
my brothers and sisters were there,
and the dear grandmere, was there
and" he stopped. Does Mademoi-
selle really wish to hear how it was
in that old farmhouse of ours, in the
shadow of the Jura Mountains?'
Indeed, Mademoiselle wishes IT,"
she assured him. 1T will be a trip
TO Europe. | am sure ! shall speak
better French for going to France for
ten minutes. and being among the
French people, your friends. Wait
now, till | am comfortable" She
turned deep chair so that 1t faced
him, and dropped into it. Put a foot
stool for me-" she ordered, as south.
ern women order the men they care
for--and the men they do not. And
she settled back with her little feet
on it and smiled at him. For mo
ment the mans brilliant gaze rested
on her and the girl saw it, and thrilled
to It, Nov. Monsieur. racontez-moi
une historic" she spoke softly.
Francois Beaupres look turned from
her TO the fire, and the air of gazing
at something far away came again.
1T Is a picture I see as | think of
that time of my childhood, he began,
as if speaking to himself. "A picture
many times painted in homelike col
ors on my brain Many night in the
winter | have sat. little boy. by the
side of my grandmother, at that great
| hearth, and have looked and have seen
| all the faces, have heard all the voices
and the fire cracking. and the spin
ning-wheel whirring, even as | see
them and hear them tonight.
And from time to time one of the
men. as he talked, rose up and strobe
! across the room TO the great oak table
| where lay always on wooden plate
long loaf of black bread, with a
| knife and always a glass and bottle
/ of au-de-vie-brandy And | remem-
Der how manly it looked to me. watch
! ing, when / saw him take the loaf
under his arm and hold it, and slice
on boldly n great piece of the fresh
ryA bread, and pour out q glass OF
brandy and toss 1t off as he ate the
/ bread The stories seemed to grow
better after the teller had done that.
! Aud always l waited, even through
the tale of the ghost and the fire.
breathing hound, till the talk should
swing round, as it did ever toward
the end. to the stories of Napoleon
that we're fresh in mems minds in
| those days. It was as IL l sat on
needles before my bedtime came. vet
l did not dar3 to be restless ana move
about for fear that my mother might
send me suddenly to bed But always
/ gave "a sigh Of content and always the
/ grand-mere patted my head softly to
hear it, when my father cleared his
| throat and began"
There is a small thing that hap
pened when n Emperor was march.
ng'-aad the "e Was launched on
his tale"
A great hickory log fell rolled out
toward the hearth. The carved nymphs
and shepherds seemed to frown in
disapproval at this irreguiarity. aud
the girl in the deep chair smiled. but
the man sprang up and put the log
back in place with quick efficiency.
! He stood silent by the tall mantel.
piece, deep yet in his reverie, as the
i ICs caught the wood again and
-parkled and spluttered.
Did any OF them ever see Napo-
-o@-those men who talked about
'...n. The g.Ti asked