Montpelier examiner. [volume] (Montpelier, Idaho) 1895-1937, 1915-04-23

''and / think the man who brought
him Is III. He looks so white"
Yes, mademoiselle," answered
Marie. Her hand shook so she kept
pouring the coffee into the saucer in
stead of the cup.
Here" said Miss Dewey, 81 viii
attend to that" She seized the coffee
pot and poured the coffee with
steady hand. Nov you bring a basin
OF warm water to wash his feet. They
are bleeding and his stockings are cut
I'm shreds."
Yes. mademoiselle," answered Ma
RE. please tell me-where is Jean?"
His mother has him in her room.
She has shut the door. Hurry with
that basin, Marie" Miss Dewey went
back to Beaujon. TRY to take little
OF this coffee. It win do you good .
Beaujon lifted his heavy eyes to her
face. Thank you"
Marie came hurrying in with towels
ana basin OF water and. kneeling
down, peeled on the ragged stockings
with tender fingers. She was young
and dark and richly colored.
Suddenly she pressed Beauion's
bare feet to her bosom, sobbing
while she murmured: my Jean, my
Jean!"
She was to have married Jean
Wales in the autumn.
BeauJon's brows contracted with
pity. Poor Marie," he said. Poor
Marte!" His mind seemed entirely
clear again.
The coffee helped him. He watched
her as she sat back on her heels. let
ting his feet drop into her lap and
looking up pitifully at him.
Now, ! shall have no husband
He saw her poor, little. dropping
mouth, the woe in her eyes.
It was more than grief for Jean. 4
was desolation come upon her. TIL,
issues of life were cut on She would
have no husband, no children. VIII,
was she left a woman?
This was what war did for women
Beaujon spoke with difficulty, TO
his throat was tired Marie. IL l liv,
! will return and be your husband"
When she saw the kindness on hi
face she bent forward and laid he
face against his breast, sobbing H
patted her shoulder until she grey
quiet. Then he said: Now, mus
be going"
Miss Dewey was crying, too. Sh
ran out to get him another cup o
coffee. What a good man." sh
thought.
Marie knelt and dried his feet an
put pair OF clean stockings on hin
They were Papa Wales, as were ais
the boots, she brought. Papa Vale
> had gone to the war, too; and he wa
! big man like Beaujon, not sligt
like Jean. Jean was so pretty-Iik
! a girl. Her tears fell more gently.
] Beaujon pulled on the boots. H
rose and shook hands with Mis-
Dewey. "Good-by," he said. 'eWhe
) you return to your own country r.
member u.s.
, She stood on the steps OF the hote
while Marie followed him to the roa,
Wait" he said: 81 was forgettin
something"
He thrust his hand into his peck,
and drew forth big key and gave
to Marie. 'It is the key to my sho
II do not come back all is YOU'RE
She took 1t as a child nigh
Yes" She kept her eyes fixed wis
fully ON Beaujon's face.
"Good-by," he said, and bent to xii
her cheek; then suddenly drew h,
into his arms and kissed her mout
"Good-by. my wife!"
The blood coursed freely throue
his veins once more. That kiss
fresh. SO sweet-had revived him.
was as though Marie had become
stranger with whom he had falle
; in love at first sight.
Their love sprang new born fro
p this moment; it had no past. He wei
off down the road with a swingir
step, his shoulders squared The goC
God meant well by man. His haI
Z must be over this somehow-yes
4 over it all
3 Where is his shop, Marie?" ask,
4 Miss Dewey.
& The fourth one down on that sid
!. mademoiselle," answered Marie.
1 "Oh, that beautiful lace shop
9 Miss Dewey exclaimed. There. a
Y some wonderful rose-pieces in Il
z window. / noticed them the first d.
: was in town. So he is a Lac
maker?"
Yes, mademoiselle'
Beaujon reached the top of t
Ia road. He turned and waved his ca
m. Then he disappeared down the hill.
He is gone,' said Marie. S
be clasped her hands on her brea
as Think. mademoiselle, how one no
nc can bring me two sorrows. II
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