New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1914-01-25

.Io,, her and mo- man dared touch her.
Rrt there was loud demand for order
and tbo ird,c. I'M. face crimson and his voice
rosonant with suppressed rage. pronounced
eon'cnrc against Ccrisc She was 20 be incl
for conccaiing the case Of chickcnpoE and
for teaching without license, and 'ne was
10 be imprisoned thirty day for striking a
Judge upon the bench.
As soon a. sentence wa pronounced
Ceri.c was hustled away into another room,
Already van was waiting 20 take neI' WIN
. rounlc of other prisoners. 20 the common
nri.on and into the van Ccr5c stepped.
Pierre was close M hand. struggling "itn il'
tears The crowd had recognized MIN, 10,
IN those eight years IN which the "orId nan
forgottcn Ccrsc. Pierre had become ia
voritc Of the great. all powerful pubic ana D,
treated him we'll The people Cncc,cI ana
annlaudcd a. the van started Oft, and pierre
followed II on foot Cabmen came up a.
every turn TO give him lift, but he snooE
his head As long as Ccrisc had 10 rae li
the prison van he would walk.
THE story Of Cerisc had preceded her to
L the great. gloomy prison WIN me
magic Of her voice and eyes, CeIisc MANAGE, Z,
10 tell her story TO the prison oiilGa,5' 10 zen
il with such dramatic force suCh near
breaking pathOs, such winning cloque".c a.
such pride of integrity that IN I'VE ii'iilulG7
She was declared exempt from many Pena!
ties. such as having her beautiful. Iich nan
cut off. but she must wear the prison saio'
At that Ccrisc, who feared not her enemy
even when he was her Judge, was suddenly
overcome with despair. she ieiI laiilIlIS'
and had 10 be carried 20 her pea III H.'l0
cell. And from that bed She would not rise
81 am not a criminal. VIII not veal
prison clothes" She said.
Nevertheless prison clothes were pu, o"
her: but so great was her misery, anu ~
strong the sympathy felt for her, that she was
allowed 10 take them off and 60 20 her BED.
There She remained. Ever her cry was:
81 am disgraced | have worn prison
clothes for an hour I, my father daugh-
ter. the girl who was to marry Pierre am
disgraccd, disgraced.
Nothing could comfort her, and 1t was her
wall by day and night.
Meanwhile Pierre moved all Pans ana
heaven and earth besides, to get Cerise par
doned. And at last, on Christmas Eve;
eight wears to a day on which they nad
parted. Pierre came TO the prison with
pardon in his pocket.
TT was a cold and clear December night,
L not cloudy and rainy as that other
Christmas Eve. Pierre was shown straight
TO the cell of Cerise. She lay in her narrow
cot. looking so strangely white that Pierre
was frightened. He was more than fright
ened still when Cerise told him calmly that,
being disgraced bywearing prison clothes she
thought it time to make her exit. For answer
Pierre showed her the pardon trumphantily
at is too late" answered Cerise softly.
"Forgive me- Pierre but | must 90. ms Is
loves last greeting
"Oh. Honeysweet." cried Pierre, burying
his head in the pillow, why will YOU be so
foolish3 Clothes are nothing.
CLOTHES are everything when they are
badge. answered Cerise. 81 remember my
father telling me that once he did a mean
action. and when he came home he took OF
his uniform. feeling himself unworthy to
wear it until he had made amends. Pierre,
do YOU remember how handsome my father
was in his uniform, especially on Sunday
mornings when he had been 70 the barber,
and his hair and mustache and imperial
were dyed a beautiful black? And all the
colonies and majors knew my father, and
would say smiling to him as they rode by,
"Goodday, Sergeant.
Pierre remembered well enough; but he
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