Pierre weekly free press. (Pierre, S.D.) 1889-19??, 1914-07-02
CHAPTER x-(Continued).
Copyright Tbe Bohhs-NazM CemeeH

yet she wished her son to feel his part
of the obligation to the marquis and to
discharge it. TT is true, Francois.
Yet there may be something which you
can do for him. IL it be only to bring
him a book gladly. Moreover, 1t is this
which makes one's life happy-doing
things for others. Watch and be ready
to serve him with q good will when you
may because of the thing which. he did
Tor our seigneur. Also be a friend to
the young monsieur, his SON you can
do that, for you know we'll how to play
and to help other. boys in playing
Francois nodded, and his exquisite
smile. a smile whose sweetness and
pathosa and b%rillancy went straight to
the hearts Of people, lighted his small
face, Il vii. do that. mother. 1t will
please me to do that"
Next morning the little brown figure
which trudged through the beech wood
was frightened by a large and vivid
poquet held in his two hands, a point
OF color among the swinging shadows.
blossoms from the new garden, grow
ing now as only Clarie knew how to
make things grow.
When the tap Of Francois at the IL
prary door. where one heard mems
voices talking, had brought the gen
erals loud command Of "Entrcz," the
little brown figure and h large bunch
OF flowers came in together and the
boy marched straight to the stately
Italian. Swapping his heels together as
his mother a taught him he made.
a stiff deep bow, and presented his
nosegay. The marquis, a little aston
dshed at this attention. received it with
grave courtesy but without much
cordially; it seemed to him rather an
odd whim of Gourgaud's to have this
peasant child about as one Of his own
family. And the gift of the flowers
Qnn0ara1 a 1i< rroc,, ~, F., CO %LD$
sFradcois' first effort at showing his
appreciation of the marquis heroism
was not altogether successful.
But Francois did not know that; to
him all the world was kindly, with diff
ferent manners of k%indliness. The man
her OF me marquis was graver than
91her peoples, pe~rhaps-what then?
below the gravity. And it was this
monsieur who a saved the life of the
se1gneur; that, after all, was the whole
matter. Francois wasted little time
thinking of other peoples feeling to-
ward himself. He was much too busy
WITH a joyful wonde Of his own at the
ever new goodness Of his world. To.
Tie marquis, who hardly noticed him,
he proceeded to constitute himself q
shadow.
I'VE will walk to the village together.
Alessandro," tie general decided. OF a
mornlng, in his sudden way, and shout
go Iorwlth for "Moison! Ho there,
h1eur the m%arquis!"
But before Jean Philippe had time
70 get to the door, the small person in
homespun had fled like a rabbit and
was back loaded with paraphepnalia.
lie worked as faithfully as ever with
the general at the great book, what
times the general could spare now
10 work. 2wlN frnn, hS~ E~s--a -
played with his might, as always. vet
there We're many times when he would
squat at a distance behind the chair
or the visitor, motionless, while Alike
and Pletro tried vainly to lure him
away. At the first sign of a service to
ana zone o. for the marquis he was up
ana at IT; always quicker, always more
intelligent han the footman. The mar
quls could not help seeing these atten-
tons and went through two or three
stages of feeling about it-bored, irri-
tated, amused, battered. The lad
trotted at his heels as u~nobtrusively
as a small dog and it was not in the
marquis nature-a gentle nature. if
proud and reserved-to resist such de-
termlned DEVOTION. So the little brown
shadow made it way finally into his
Slow friendliness.
You have thrown a charm over my
boy Francois, ~Alessandro," the general
9oAo, WCli pkSdScu. AQQ IQS MARQUIS
answered thoughtfully:
1T is a boy out of the I
believe, Gaspard. At first I thought it.
q mistake that you should raise a child.
of his class to the place you have
given him, but I see that you under.
stand what you are about. He is
worthy Of a good fate"
the general said. and I believe he win.
make his fate If he has a. chance, a
good one-perhaps a great one. He
has uncommon stuff in him, I mean
to give him his chance" And with,
that there was a conversation as to
boys between the two friends.
The day came, after two months of
such renewals of friendship when, on:
the next morning, the Marquis Zappi
was due to start on his long journey
to America. Out on the lawn, in the.
shadow Of the beech trees he sat and
watched his son playing bali with little
Alike. Then he was aware of Francois
standing before him. The boy held
something in his closed hand, and with,
that he opened his fingers and
stretched 1t to the marquis! The mar
quis looked inquiringly at the yellow
metal.
What is this?' he asked; he was
prepared now to be surprised by this
boy about nee in so often, SO he simply
.oAoPSiAAO4 JaA6A ASAS 81 d elAkAA6 uISAs
pected.
IT. is for you, Monsieur the Mar.
quis.. Francois smiled radiantly and
continued to present the ten-franc
piece.
The marquis, astounded, drew back.
with shock OF indignation. Was this
peasant child offering him money!
Francois went O happily. convinced
that he a doing something worth
while.
but you may take It. MonsieuY the
Marquis; 1t is indeed for you. It Is my
own; the seigneur gave IL to me on my
birthday, and my father did not put it
with the savings. but said It was to be
mine TO do with as ! chose. I choose
to give It to you. Monsieur the Mar
quis. So that o may have plenty of
money! know we'll what 1t is not to
have enough. money. It Is a bad thing.
And 1t is convenient when on q journey
money" He nodded his head. as man
q maf $50. a. 1t Is mine. I give this
to*you.ss
Tho brown INST was ou~tstretched. the
gold Epiece glittering in It, and still the
marquis stared speechless. Never
his NfeShAd any n presumed 70 offer
him rn0uey. He looked up at b face
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