The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1914-01-22

brilliant future, and also of the story
of the great dog and the treasure. The
tradition ran that ages back, in the
time of Caesar, fifty years after Christ,
a Roman governor in this Gallo prov
ince had built a formidable castle on
this hill outside the village. The castle
had great granaries to hold the grain
which the governor tortured from the
peasants and sent to Rome to sell. So
he grew rich by oppression, and the
gold wrung from the people he piled in
cellars deep in his castle. When II
came to be great amount he sent far
to the north and got huge dog, and
this dog he trained to a terrible fierce.
ness, so that anyone coming near in
the long underground corridors where
he guarded the treasure was sure to
be torn in pieces, except always the
governor.
For years things went on in this
way, the governor grinding the peas
ants, and the giant dog guarding him
and his treasure, till at last there came
a thunderbolt-the governor was sent
for to come to Rome to give an ac.
count of the riches which he had kept
from the emperor. He had to go, but
he left the dog in charge, and the night
after he was gone the peasantry gath.
cred and set fire to the chateau and
burned 1t to the ground, and the dog
and the treasure were buried in it.
and there they are to this day. The
people of Vicques believe that If a
man will go to dig that treasure and
will stay till midnight, that at twelve
exactly a colossal dog will rise from
the ruined stones and come, breathing
flames; in his mouth will be the key
of the treasure-yault, and back of him
will stand the ghost of the Roman gov
ernor wrapped in white, his face Gov
cred. And if the man will be bold
enough to take the key from the fam
ing mouth, then dog and governor will
vanish in a clap of thunder, and in
front of the daring one will rise the
door of the treasure-vault, and he may
turn the key and go in and help him
self.
Francois considered, and, feeling nc
fear in his soul, decided that he was
the man destined to take the key out
of the dogs mouth and get the treas
ure, which he would at once transfer
intact to his mother. He had no need
for treasure; there were things more
important. 1t was for him to become
marshal of France. Napoleon had
| said so; 1t must be so; but he should
| like, on the way to this goal, to face
the dog and take the key and give his
mother the treasure.
In the gaiety of the thought, anC
| feeling both ambitious all but accom-
| plished by this decision, he lifted him
self on the palms of his hands anC
kicked out lightly over the abyss. AS
he kicked there was a sudden strong
grip on his shoulder; he was jerkeC
backward and rolled on the grass.
Are you tired of life at this age
them" a strident voice demanded, anC
! Francois lay on his back and regarded
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| face of a big man standing over him
| Francois smiled; then laughed will
assurance of the others friendlinesE
up into the strange mans face. He
got to his feet and stood
mo. m'sieur," he said politely. I"
was only pleased at thinking what
am going to be some day"
"Ah! Is it permitted to ask what
magnificence it is that you are to be?'
Certainly 1t is permitted, m'sieur,
Francois answered in his courageous
courteous way. 81 shall one day be c
marshal of France under another
| Bonaparte.
The stranger watched him, aston
ished. and then he laid his hand on the
slim shoulder in its homespun blouse
and his grave voice was gentle. "My
child. be careful how you say words