The citizen. (Frederick City, Md.) 1895-1923, 1914-02-06

la0, ana swung into the great entry
| and through the open door into the
| cottage.
Francois, though broken-hearted,
was but eleven, and it was a proud
thing to hold the seigneur's horse and
pleasant to see the spirited beast paw
the earth as he held her. He was so
| entranced with this occupation that
he forgot his bruised life and his lost
! career entirely. For fifteen minutes
he forgot, and the other children gath
cred around him, and he ordered them
away from the horse and felt himself
| It's guardian and an important person,
with complete, satisfaction.
And at that, out Of the house came
the seigneur, big and black-browed and
| solid of tread, and with him that
| broken-hearted father whose face re-
| called all the tragedy.
Francois his father spoke, more
gently than ever he had spoken be-
fore, Il have taken your future from
| you, my son. The seigneur wishes to
give it back. He wishes to make you
his child. Your motaer consents-and
Il consent" His fathers arm was
about his neck. The generals abrupt
voice took up the statement.
will you come and live with me in
the chateau, Monsieur the MARSHALL"
he demanded roughly, kindly. 81 will
treat you as son-you shall learn to
ride horse and shoot gun and be a
soldier. You shall fit yourself for the
part which We know must be played
one day. VIII you Gomez"
| For moment it seemed to Francois
that heaven had opened and a miracle
of joy come down; then it flashed to
his mind that this dazzling gift had
price. With whole soul Francois cast
away the brilliant dream and hardly
felt an effort
/ thank you a thousand times, my
seigneur," he answered with decision.
| Il cannot go with you. l must stay
and work for my father and my moth
err"
There was silence for minute in
the sunshiny garden; the children had
wandered away; the men did not
speak; one heard only the more Lis
cite whom Francois held, who stamped
her light forefoot and whinnied impa-
tiently. Then the generals grave
voice sounded, more gravely than ever.
Francois Beaupre, you own a fine
lad" he threw at the dropping peasant.
Il would like to have him for mine.
Since | cannot, l shall try at least to
be his friend. Monsieur the Marshal,
it must be as you say. But come to
see me at the chateau soon. | shall
have things to talk over with YOU"
On a morning Francois was busy at
the new garden, digging beds for the
plants which the neighbors had eager
ly given them, and which, put in the
ground now, in the autumD, would rise
above them in brightness next spring.
Into this contentment came, gallop-
ing gloriously, hoof beats of a horse.
The busy spade, several sizes too big.
stopped, and Francois leaned his chin
on the handle. the boy out of drawing
for the tool. The general stopped,
which was a heavenly surprise to
Francois each time that it happened.
Good morning. marshal. Will YOU
ask your mother if l may speak to
herr"
Mother, mother, the seigneur wish
es you" Francois whispered piercing.
ly, but Claire was already on the little
front walk by the new garden.
In moment she stood at the gate
in her fresh calico dress, with a white
fichu over her head, and the big man
lowered and growled sentences friend.
lily. Then the general trotted with
iingling stirrup down the village street
and Claire stood with eyes following
for a moment
What did the seigneur say, my
mother?" Francois demanded. did
he say l might come to the chateau
tomorrow? May I? Am / to know
what the general said, my mother?"
After his father came home to din
ner he knew. He was to go each
morning to the chateau and do work in
copying for the general. The general
was writing book, nothing less than
history of Napoleon himself The
boys great dreamy eyes glowed.
So the little lad, in his clean.
patched, peasant clothes, went up to
the chateau the next morning serious
and important, and was given a table
and corner in the library and words
to copy which thrilled his soul
Often the general talked to him.
Eth bien, there, the marshall" would
come laundering from the great table
across the room; and the scribe would
drop his pen and scuttle over the dim
wide place.
Eyes, Monsieur the Seigneur l am
here"
Listen then, my soldier. l am un-
certain if this that have written is of
Importance. 1t is interesting to me,
because Gaspard Gourgaud was there,
yet / do not wish to ram Gaspard
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