The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1916-04-23

The others. swallowing their spoon
fuls OF hot water. replied:
You bet . you surely know
how
"All that's missing" said Burette,
lis a little glass OF sherry or port
He was spraying on the hay. his
eyes wandering around the loft. rest
ing on the beams supporting the roof.
where the SPIDER webs were so thick
that they looked like pieces OF cloth.
The loft was immense. with many dark
corners where the hay was piled up
in high stacks. Meantime nightfall
had come n only a small ray VI
light came through a half open door.
! displaying weird shadows on the walls.
In the back some Of the men we're al
ready snoring. Gaspard resumed his
song and one by one the men fell
asleep.
I On the following morning It was
raining. Gaspard was furious.
Where the deuce am | going to do
my cooking in this weather.
Burette grumb,ed as he arose.
'Oh. my poor back no more
o. this. I've got TO have a bed. It's
bad enough to he without your wife.
Bang. The big guns were heard
again.
IL suppose we're just about taking
Metz from them" said Moreau.
"Me;z or no Metz said Gaspard.
Where am ! going 10 do my cook
ing"
You give me a pain with your
cooking" said Romarin.
Il give you what Wei,
young sport. just try 10 come round
like yesterday and ask me for any
special cut Of the meat !
give you "A pain. do IT,
Come on said Burette. none of
this fighting. You'd do better to 20
out and get me some fresh eggs. I'm
beginning To feel real hungry"
He took Gaspard's arm.
Lets go and visit the chicken
coops."
In the village Gaspard again began
to Very.
What am I going to do abou, the
food?"
An YOU have to do Burette r"-
piled, lis 10 stand here behind the
church where you VIII he sheltered
from the rain.
And what If the priest objects"
The priest is a good chap, as they
all are
We'll, when II comes to that you
have nothing TO tell me said Gaspard
81 know the priests m haven't got
much use for them"
What did they eve do to you"'
queried Burette. But while telling
me your grievances, don't forget that
, I'm still looking for a chicken coop
Chicken coops' Why. there are
hundreds of them. Look here. lets
try this nice looking house over
, there"
After knocking at the door he re-
turned to his f~avorite subject.
v "Priests are men with money. be.
, lieve me-; ! know what they get ir
> their collection boxes. When ! wa.
!, IL years old ny mother SEN
me to church for my first com
, muniOn . =. -
; TRY the door again" said Burettc
. Nobody home? These poo
Z fools ought to come and spend so'n'
, time in Paris Bang! . . There
go the big guns again What ;
rotten life! -. Tn sick OF IL
But as to the priests When
o was IL years old l used to go to Sun
Q day school with a corset steel dipped
J in glue with which ! could fish pen
n MES out of the poor box. And be
lieve me. It was an easy Job to &c
D.. pennies . . But when we wer
caught we paid for 1t, take 1t from
me-"
The door Of the house was opened
/. an the village priest appeared on tn
threshold.
d tiaspard stepped back. stupefied.
Burette said:
h "PardOn us. monsieur lie cure. we'r
r trying to get a few eggs"
9 II have a few left Come In"
He was a typical priest Of Lorraine
heavy set. with large feet. broad shout
. ders and a severe look In his eye. bu
Q friendly nevertheless and scemingl,
D, Il Of life.