diff options
| author | pgww <pgww@lists.pglaf.org> | 2026-04-25 03:27:25 -0700 |
|---|---|---|
| committer | pgww <pgww@lists.pglaf.org> | 2026-04-25 03:27:25 -0700 |
| commit | 4a5fdf16fc4569a57155e99b63ab97eeec98dadb (patch) | |
| tree | 8a2f16e64409c2fe2f758d026efdc6d7c6aea76d | |
| parent | 89f1bda0b9691400d146339aaf2fd1303e047b90 (diff) | |
| -rw-r--r-- | .gitattributes | 7 | ||||
| -rw-r--r-- | 25102-0.txt (renamed from 25102.txt) | 427 | ||||
| -rw-r--r-- | 25102-8.txt | 11236 | ||||
| -rw-r--r-- | 25102-8.zip | bin | 185140 -> 0 bytes | |||
| -rw-r--r-- | 25102-h.zip | bin | 748331 -> 0 bytes | |||
| -rw-r--r-- | 25102-h/25102-h.htm | 1365 | ||||
| -rw-r--r-- | 25102.zip | bin | 185099 -> 0 bytes | |||
| -rw-r--r-- | LICENSE.txt | 4 | ||||
| -rw-r--r-- | README.md | 2 |
9 files changed, 491 insertions, 12550 deletions
diff --git a/.gitattributes b/.gitattributes index 6833f05..d7b82bc 100644 --- a/.gitattributes +++ b/.gitattributes @@ -1,3 +1,4 @@ -* text=auto -*.txt text -*.md text +*.txt text eol=lf +*.htm text eol=lf +*.html text eol=lf +*.md text eol=lf @@ -1,36 +1,4 @@ -The Project Gutenberg EBook of Nobody's Boy, by Hector Malot - -This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with -almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or -re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included -with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org - - -Title: Nobody's Boy - Sans Famille - -Author: Hector Malot - -Illustrator: John B. Gruelle - -Translator: Florence Crewe-Jones - -Release Date: April 19, 2008 [EBook #25102] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: ASCII - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK NOBODY'S BOY *** - - - - -Produced by Free Elf, Martin Pettit and the Online -Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net - - - +*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 25102 *** @@ -75,7 +43,7 @@ CHAPTER PAGE V EN ROUTE 43 - VI MY DEBUT 49 + VI MY DÉBUT 49 VII CHILD AND ANIMAL LEARNING 61 @@ -659,7 +627,7 @@ dead." "But if they do come?" "Well, we've sent him to the Home. But we've said enough. I'll take him -to-morrow. I'm going 'round to see Francois now. I'll be back in an +to-morrow. I'm going 'round to see François now. I'll be back in an hour." The door was opened and closed again. He had gone. Then I quickly sat up @@ -1186,7 +1154,7 @@ say?" "How! You didn't see him?" -"No, I met some friends at the Notre-Dame cafe and when we came out it +"No, I met some friends at the Notre-Dame café and when we came out it was too late. So we'll go back to-morrow." So Barberin had given up the idea of driving a bargain with the man with @@ -1573,7 +1541,7 @@ a friend. CHAPTER VI -MY DEBUT +MY DÉBUT We started early the next morning. The sky was blue and a light wind had @@ -2390,7 +2358,7 @@ policeman. the policeman can't have me arrested, and at the same time so that the dogs won't be uncomfortable. On the other hand, the public shall be amused a bit. This officer should be the means of bringing us some more -money and, in the bargain, play the comic role in the piece that I shall +money and, in the bargain, play the comic rôle in the piece that I shall prepare for him. Now, to-morrow, you are to go there alone with Pretty-Heart. You will arrange the ropes, and play a few pieces on your harp, and when you have a large audience the officer will arrive on the @@ -3088,7 +3056,7 @@ dance. "A dance is too short," said the boy. "If the 'distinguished audience' wishes, after the dance, we will -perform our different roles." +perform our different rôles." This was one of my master's fine phrases. I tried to say it in the same grand manner as he. Upon second thought, I was not sorry that the lady @@ -6193,7 +6161,7 @@ Where was the father? We searched for him. Last of all we found him in the big conservatory, of which every pane of glass was broken. He was seated on a wheelbarrow -in the midst of the debris which covered the ground. Alexix and Benjamin +in the midst of the débris which covered the ground. Alexix and Benjamin stood beside him silently. "My children, my poor little ones!" he cried, when we all were there. @@ -6955,12 +6923,12 @@ Every one laughed. I didn't care, though. When he had had his laugh, he was quite willing to enter a discussion with me, and to take the matter seriously. He had just the very thing, a nice cow which gave delicious milk--real cream!--and she hardly ate -anything. If I would put down fifty ecus, the cow was mine. Although I +anything. If I would put down fifty écus, the cow was mine. Although I had had trouble in making him talk at first, once he commenced it was difficult to stop him. Finally, we were able to retire for the night, and I dreamed of all I had learned from him. -Fifty ecus; that was one hundred and fifty francs! I had nothing like +Fifty écus; that was one hundred and fifty francs! I had nothing like that great sum. Perhaps if our luck still continued I could, if I saved sou by sou, get together the hundred and fifty francs. But it would take time. In that case we should have to go, first of all, to Varses and see @@ -6997,7 +6965,7 @@ cloud of smoke. I knew that Alexix's uncle was a miner at Varses, but I did not know whether he lived in the town itself or outside. I simply knew that he -worked in a mine called the "Truyere." +worked in a mine called the "Truyère." Upon entering the town I asked where this mine was situated, and I was directed to the left bank of the river Divonne, in a little dale, @@ -7381,7 +7349,7 @@ in anguish if we should ever see the light of day again. We were all very thirsty. Pages wanted to go down and get some water, but the professor advised him to stay where he was. He feared that the -debris which we had piled up would give way beneath his weight and that +débris which we had piled up would give way beneath his weight and that he would fall into the water. "Remi is lighter, give him a boot, and he can go down and get water for @@ -10644,7 +10612,7 @@ serve us on the balcony if we wished. "Certainly." -"And what entree? What meat? Vegetables?" +"And what entrée? What meat? Vegetables?" At each offer Mattia opened his eyes, but he would not allow himself to be disconcerted. @@ -10808,7 +10776,7 @@ the famous botanist--Benjamin Acquin. Then comes a young man and an old man. This journey is doubly interesting to them for when they leave us they are going to Wales to visit the mines. The young one is to make observations which he will carry back to his own country to strengthen -the high position which he now holds in the Truyere mine, and the other +the high position which he now holds in the Truyère mine, and the other to add to the fine collection of minerals which the town of Varses has honored him by accepting. It is the old professor and Alexix. Lise and I greet our guests, the landau dashes up from the opposite @@ -10868,369 +10836,4 @@ And Capi barked approval. THE END - - - -End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Nobody's Boy, by Hector Malot - -*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK NOBODY'S BOY *** - -***** This file should be named 25102.txt or 25102.zip ***** -This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: - http://www.gutenberg.org/2/5/1/0/25102/ - -Produced by Free Elf, Martin Pettit and the Online -Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net - - -Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions -will be renamed. - -Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no -one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation -(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without -permission and without paying copyright royalties. Special rules, -set forth in the General Terms of Use part of this license, apply to -copying and distributing Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works to -protect the PROJECT GUTENBERG-tm concept and trademark. Project -Gutenberg is a registered trademark, and may not be used if you -charge for the eBooks, unless you receive specific permission. If you -do not charge anything for copies of this eBook, complying with the -rules is very easy. You may use this eBook for nearly any purpose -such as creation of derivative works, reports, performances and -research. They may be modified and printed and given away--you may do -practically ANYTHING with public domain eBooks. Redistribution is -subject to the trademark license, especially commercial -redistribution. - - - -*** START: FULL LICENSE *** - -THE FULL PROJECT GUTENBERG LICENSE -PLEASE READ THIS BEFORE YOU DISTRIBUTE OR USE THIS WORK - -To protect the Project Gutenberg-tm mission of promoting the free -distribution of electronic works, by using or distributing this work -(or any other work associated in any way with the phrase "Project -Gutenberg"), you agree to comply with all the terms of the Full Project -Gutenberg-tm License (available with this file or online at -http://gutenberg.org/license). - - -Section 1. General Terms of Use and Redistributing Project Gutenberg-tm -electronic works - -1.A. By reading or using any part of this Project Gutenberg-tm -electronic work, you indicate that you have read, understand, agree to -and accept all the terms of this license and intellectual property -(trademark/copyright) agreement. If you do not agree to abide by all -the terms of this agreement, you must cease using and return or destroy -all copies of Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works in your possession. -If you paid a fee for obtaining a copy of or access to a Project -Gutenberg-tm electronic work and you do not agree to be bound by the -terms of this agreement, you may obtain a refund from the person or -entity to whom you paid the fee as set forth in paragraph 1.E.8. - -1.B. "Project Gutenberg" is a registered trademark. It may only be -used on or associated in any way with an electronic work by people who -agree to be bound by the terms of this agreement. There are a few -things that you can do with most Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works -even without complying with the full terms of this agreement. See -paragraph 1.C below. There are a lot of things you can do with Project -Gutenberg-tm electronic works if you follow the terms of this agreement -and help preserve free future access to Project Gutenberg-tm electronic -works. See paragraph 1.E below. - -1.C. The Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation ("the Foundation" -or PGLAF), owns a compilation copyright in the collection of Project -Gutenberg-tm electronic works. Nearly all the individual works in the -collection are in the public domain in the United States. If an -individual work is in the public domain in the United States and you are -located in the United States, we do not claim a right to prevent you from -copying, distributing, performing, displaying or creating derivative -works based on the work as long as all references to Project Gutenberg -are removed. Of course, we hope that you will support the Project -Gutenberg-tm mission of promoting free access to electronic works by -freely sharing Project Gutenberg-tm works in compliance with the terms of -this agreement for keeping the Project Gutenberg-tm name associated with -the work. You can easily comply with the terms of this agreement by -keeping this work in the same format with its attached full Project -Gutenberg-tm License when you share it without charge with others. - -1.D. The copyright laws of the place where you are located also govern -what you can do with this work. Copyright laws in most countries are in -a constant state of change. If you are outside the United States, check -the laws of your country in addition to the terms of this agreement -before downloading, copying, displaying, performing, distributing or -creating derivative works based on this work or any other Project -Gutenberg-tm work. The Foundation makes no representations concerning -the copyright status of any work in any country outside the United -States. - -1.E. Unless you have removed all references to Project Gutenberg: - -1.E.1. The following sentence, with active links to, or other immediate -access to, the full Project Gutenberg-tm License must appear prominently -whenever any copy of a Project Gutenberg-tm work (any work on which the -phrase "Project Gutenberg" appears, or with which the phrase "Project -Gutenberg" is associated) is accessed, displayed, performed, viewed, -copied or distributed: - -This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with -almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or -re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included -with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org - -1.E.2. If an individual Project Gutenberg-tm electronic work is derived -from the public domain (does not contain a notice indicating that it is -posted with permission of the copyright holder), the work can be copied -and distributed to anyone in the United States without paying any fees -or charges. If you are redistributing or providing access to a work -with the phrase "Project Gutenberg" associated with or appearing on the -work, you must comply either with the requirements of paragraphs 1.E.1 -through 1.E.7 or obtain permission for the use of the work and the -Project Gutenberg-tm trademark as set forth in paragraphs 1.E.8 or -1.E.9. - -1.E.3. If an individual Project Gutenberg-tm electronic work is posted -with the permission of the copyright holder, your use and distribution -must comply with both paragraphs 1.E.1 through 1.E.7 and any additional -terms imposed by the copyright holder. Additional terms will be linked -to the Project Gutenberg-tm License for all works posted with the -permission of the copyright holder found at the beginning of this work. - -1.E.4. Do not unlink or detach or remove the full Project Gutenberg-tm -License terms from this work, or any files containing a part of this -work or any other work associated with Project Gutenberg-tm. - -1.E.5. Do not copy, display, perform, distribute or redistribute this -electronic work, or any part of this electronic work, without -prominently displaying the sentence set forth in paragraph 1.E.1 with -active links or immediate access to the full terms of the Project -Gutenberg-tm License. - -1.E.6. You may convert to and distribute this work in any binary, -compressed, marked up, nonproprietary or proprietary form, including any -word processing or hypertext form. However, if you provide access to or -distribute copies of a Project Gutenberg-tm work in a format other than -"Plain Vanilla ASCII" or other format used in the official version -posted on the official Project Gutenberg-tm web site (www.gutenberg.org), -you must, at no additional cost, fee or expense to the user, provide a -copy, a means of exporting a copy, or a means of obtaining a copy upon -request, of the work in its original "Plain Vanilla ASCII" or other -form. Any alternate format must include the full Project Gutenberg-tm -License as specified in paragraph 1.E.1. - -1.E.7. Do not charge a fee for access to, viewing, displaying, -performing, copying or distributing any Project Gutenberg-tm works -unless you comply with paragraph 1.E.8 or 1.E.9. - -1.E.8. You may charge a reasonable fee for copies of or providing -access to or distributing Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works provided -that - -- You pay a royalty fee of 20% of the gross profits you derive from - the use of Project Gutenberg-tm works calculated using the method - you already use to calculate your applicable taxes. The fee is - owed to the owner of the Project Gutenberg-tm trademark, but he - has agreed to donate royalties under this paragraph to the - Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation. Royalty payments - must be paid within 60 days following each date on which you - prepare (or are legally required to prepare) your periodic tax - returns. Royalty payments should be clearly marked as such and - sent to the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation at the - address specified in Section 4, "Information about donations to - the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation." - -- You provide a full refund of any money paid by a user who notifies - you in writing (or by e-mail) within 30 days of receipt that s/he - does not agree to the terms of the full Project Gutenberg-tm - License. You must require such a user to return or - destroy all copies of the works possessed in a physical medium - and discontinue all use of and all access to other copies of - Project Gutenberg-tm works. - -- You provide, in accordance with paragraph 1.F.3, a full refund of any - money paid for a work or a replacement copy, if a defect in the - electronic work is discovered and reported to you within 90 days - of receipt of the work. - -- You comply with all other terms of this agreement for free - distribution of Project Gutenberg-tm works. - -1.E.9. If you wish to charge a fee or distribute a Project Gutenberg-tm -electronic work or group of works on different terms than are set -forth in this agreement, you must obtain permission in writing from -both the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation and Michael -Hart, the owner of the Project Gutenberg-tm trademark. Contact the -Foundation as set forth in Section 3 below. - -1.F. - -1.F.1. Project Gutenberg volunteers and employees expend considerable -effort to identify, do copyright research on, transcribe and proofread -public domain works in creating the Project Gutenberg-tm -collection. Despite these efforts, Project Gutenberg-tm electronic -works, and the medium on which they may be stored, may contain -"Defects," such as, but not limited to, incomplete, inaccurate or -corrupt data, transcription errors, a copyright or other intellectual -property infringement, a defective or damaged disk or other medium, a -computer virus, or computer codes that damage or cannot be read by -your equipment. - -1.F.2. LIMITED WARRANTY, DISCLAIMER OF DAMAGES - Except for the "Right -of Replacement or Refund" described in paragraph 1.F.3, the Project -Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation, the owner of the Project -Gutenberg-tm trademark, and any other party distributing a Project -Gutenberg-tm electronic work under this agreement, disclaim all -liability to you for damages, costs and expenses, including legal -fees. YOU AGREE THAT YOU HAVE NO REMEDIES FOR NEGLIGENCE, STRICT -LIABILITY, BREACH OF WARRANTY OR BREACH OF CONTRACT EXCEPT THOSE -PROVIDED IN PARAGRAPH F3. YOU AGREE THAT THE FOUNDATION, THE -TRADEMARK OWNER, AND ANY DISTRIBUTOR UNDER THIS AGREEMENT WILL NOT BE -LIABLE TO YOU FOR ACTUAL, DIRECT, INDIRECT, CONSEQUENTIAL, PUNITIVE OR -INCIDENTAL DAMAGES EVEN IF YOU GIVE NOTICE OF THE POSSIBILITY OF SUCH -DAMAGE. - -1.F.3. LIMITED RIGHT OF REPLACEMENT OR REFUND - If you discover a -defect in this electronic work within 90 days of receiving it, you can -receive a refund of the money (if any) you paid for it by sending a -written explanation to the person you received the work from. If you -received the work on a physical medium, you must return the medium with -your written explanation. The person or entity that provided you with -the defective work may elect to provide a replacement copy in lieu of a -refund. If you received the work electronically, the person or entity -providing it to you may choose to give you a second opportunity to -receive the work electronically in lieu of a refund. If the second copy -is also defective, you may demand a refund in writing without further -opportunities to fix the problem. - -1.F.4. Except for the limited right of replacement or refund set forth -in paragraph 1.F.3, this work is provided to you 'AS-IS' WITH NO OTHER -WARRANTIES OF ANY KIND, EXPRESS OR IMPLIED, INCLUDING BUT NOT LIMITED TO -WARRANTIES OF MERCHANTIBILITY OR FITNESS FOR ANY PURPOSE. - -1.F.5. Some states do not allow disclaimers of certain implied -warranties or the exclusion or limitation of certain types of damages. -If any disclaimer or limitation set forth in this agreement violates the -law of the state applicable to this agreement, the agreement shall be -interpreted to make the maximum disclaimer or limitation permitted by -the applicable state law. The invalidity or unenforceability of any -provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions. - -1.F.6. INDEMNITY - You agree to indemnify and hold the Foundation, the -trademark owner, any agent or employee of the Foundation, anyone -providing copies of Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works in accordance -with this agreement, and any volunteers associated with the production, -promotion and distribution of Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works, -harmless from all liability, costs and expenses, including legal fees, -that arise directly or indirectly from any of the following which you do -or cause to occur: (a) distribution of this or any Project Gutenberg-tm -work, (b) alteration, modification, or additions or deletions to any -Project Gutenberg-tm work, and (c) any Defect you cause. - - -Section 2. Information about the Mission of Project Gutenberg-tm - -Project Gutenberg-tm is synonymous with the free distribution of -electronic works in formats readable by the widest variety of computers -including obsolete, old, middle-aged and new computers. It exists -because of the efforts of hundreds of volunteers and donations from -people in all walks of life. - -Volunteers and financial support to provide volunteers with the -assistance they need, is critical to reaching Project Gutenberg-tm's -goals and ensuring that the Project Gutenberg-tm collection will -remain freely available for generations to come. In 2001, the Project -Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation was created to provide a secure -and permanent future for Project Gutenberg-tm and future generations. -To learn more about the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation -and how your efforts and donations can help, see Sections 3 and 4 -and the Foundation web page at http://www.pglaf.org. - - -Section 3. Information about the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive -Foundation - -The Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation is a non profit -501(c)(3) educational corporation organized under the laws of the -state of Mississippi and granted tax exempt status by the Internal -Revenue Service. The Foundation's EIN or federal tax identification -number is 64-6221541. Its 501(c)(3) letter is posted at -http://pglaf.org/fundraising. Contributions to the Project Gutenberg -Literary Archive Foundation are tax deductible to the full extent -permitted by U.S. federal laws and your state's laws. - -The Foundation's principal office is located at 4557 Melan Dr. S. -Fairbanks, AK, 99712., but its volunteers and employees are scattered -throughout numerous locations. Its business office is located at -809 North 1500 West, Salt Lake City, UT 84116, (801) 596-1887, email -business@pglaf.org. Email contact links and up to date contact -information can be found at the Foundation's web site and official -page at http://pglaf.org - -For additional contact information: - Dr. Gregory B. Newby - Chief Executive and Director - gbnewby@pglaf.org - - -Section 4. Information about Donations to the Project Gutenberg -Literary Archive Foundation - -Project Gutenberg-tm depends upon and cannot survive without wide -spread public support and donations to carry out its mission of -increasing the number of public domain and licensed works that can be -freely distributed in machine readable form accessible by the widest -array of equipment including outdated equipment. Many small donations -($1 to $5,000) are particularly important to maintaining tax exempt -status with the IRS. - -The Foundation is committed to complying with the laws regulating -charities and charitable donations in all 50 states of the United -States. Compliance requirements are not uniform and it takes a -considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up -with these requirements. We do not solicit donations in locations -where we have not received written confirmation of compliance. To -SEND DONATIONS or determine the status of compliance for any -particular state visit http://pglaf.org - -While we cannot and do not solicit contributions from states where we -have not met the solicitation requirements, we know of no prohibition -against accepting unsolicited donations from donors in such states who -approach us with offers to donate. - -International donations are gratefully accepted, but we cannot make -any statements concerning tax treatment of donations received from -outside the United States. U.S. laws alone swamp our small staff. - -Please check the Project Gutenberg Web pages for current donation -methods and addresses. Donations are accepted in a number of other -ways including checks, online payments and credit card donations. -To donate, please visit: http://pglaf.org/donate - - -Section 5. General Information About Project Gutenberg-tm electronic -works. - -Professor Michael S. Hart is the originator of the Project Gutenberg-tm -concept of a library of electronic works that could be freely shared -with anyone. For thirty years, he produced and distributed Project -Gutenberg-tm eBooks with only a loose network of volunteer support. - - -Project Gutenberg-tm eBooks are often created from several printed -editions, all of which are confirmed as Public Domain in the U.S. -unless a copyright notice is included. Thus, we do not necessarily -keep eBooks in compliance with any particular paper edition. - - -Most people start at our Web site which has the main PG search facility: - - http://www.gutenberg.org - -This Web site includes information about Project Gutenberg-tm, -including how to make donations to the Project Gutenberg Literary -Archive Foundation, how to help produce our new eBooks, and how to -subscribe to our email newsletter to hear about new eBooks. +*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 25102 *** diff --git a/25102-8.txt b/25102-8.txt deleted file mode 100644 index b373d37..0000000 --- a/25102-8.txt +++ /dev/null @@ -1,11236 +0,0 @@ -The Project Gutenberg EBook of Nobody's Boy, by Hector Malot - -This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with -almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or -re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included -with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org - - -Title: Nobody's Boy - Sans Famille - -Author: Hector Malot - -Illustrator: John B. Gruelle - -Translator: Florence Crewe-Jones - -Release Date: April 19, 2008 [EBook #25102] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK NOBODY'S BOY *** - - - - -Produced by Free Elf, Martin Pettit and the Online -Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net - - - - - - -NOBODY'S BOY - -(_Sans Famille_) - - -BY HECTOR MALOT - -TRANSLATED BY FLORENCE CREWE-JONES - -_ILLUSTRATED IN COLOR BY_ JOHN B. GRUELLE - -NEW YORK MDCCCCXVI -CUPPLES & LEON COMPANY - - -_Copyright, 1916, by_ CUPPLES & LEON COMPANY - - -Printed in U. S. A. - -[Illustration: "THE FIRST APPEARANCE OF REMI'S COMPANY." -(_See page 230_)] - - - - -CONTENTS - - -CHAPTER PAGE - - I MY VILLAGE HOME 1 - - II MY ADOPTED FATHER 10 - - III SIGNOR VITALIS' COMPANY 21 - - IV THE MATERNAL HOUSE 35 - - V EN ROUTE 43 - - VI MY DÉBUT 49 - - VII CHILD AND ANIMAL LEARNING 61 - - VIII ONE WHO HAD KNOWN A KING 67 - - IX ARRESTED 74 - - X HOMELESS 85 - - XI ANOTHER BOY'S MOTHER 109 - - XII THE MASTER'S CONSENT 120 - - XIII WEARY DREARY DAYS 128 - - XIV THE DEATH OF PRETTY-HEART 148 - - XV FAITHFUL FRIENDS 163 - - XVI THE PADRONE 169 - - XVII POOR VITALIS 184 - -XVIII NEW FRIENDS 194 - - XIX DISASTER 205 - - XX MATTIA 220 - - XXI MEETING OLD FRIENDS 236 - - XXII IMPRISONED IN A MINE 244 - -XXIII ONCE MORE UPON THE WAY 262 - - XXIV FRIENDSHIP THAT IS TRUE 270 - - XXV MOTHER, BROTHERS AND SISTERS 294 - - XXVI BITTER DISAPPOINTMENT 304 - -XXVII A DISTRESSING DISCOVERY 312 - -XXVIII A MYSTERIOUS STRANGER 330 - - XXIX IN PRISON 335 - - XXX ESCAPE 345 - - XXXI HUNTING FOR THE SWAN 353 - - XXXII FINDING A REAL MOTHER 359 - -XXXIII THE DREAM COME TRUE 368 - - - - -LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS - - -"THE FIRST APPEARANCE OF REMI'S COMPANY" (_See Page 230_) - _Frontispiece_ - - PAGE - -"I'LL GIVE YOU THIRTY FRANCS FOR HIM" 33 - -"FOR EACH CRY YOU WILL RECEIVE ANOTHER SLASH" 181 - -"LET US NOW PLAY FOR THOSE WE LOVE" 371 - - - - -INTRODUCTION - - -"Nobody's Boy," published in France under the title "Sans Famille," has -become justly famous as one of the supreme juvenile stories of the -world. In the midst of its early popularity, it was crowned by the -Academy as one of the masterpieces of French literature. A few years -later, it was followed by "En Famille," which is published by us as a -companion story under the title "Nobody's Girl." - -"Nobody's Boy" is a human document of child experiences that is -fascinating reading for young and old. Parents, teachers and others, who -are careful to have children read inspiring books, will welcome this -beautiful story of Hector Malot, as among the best for them to -recommend. - -Such digressions in the original, as do not belong to the heart of the -story, have been eliminated, so that the lost boy's experiences continue -as the undisturbed interest, on through to the happy conclusion. - -Loyal friendship and honest conduct are the vital ideals of this story, -and the heart interest is eloquent with noble character. - - THE PUBLISHERS. - - - - -NOBODY'S BOY - - - - -CHAPTER I - -MY VILLAGE HOME - - -I was a foundling. But until I was eight years of age I thought I had a -mother like other children, for when I cried a woman held me tightly in -her arms and rocked me gently until my tears stopped falling. I never -got into bed without her coming to kiss me, and when the December winds -blew the icy snow against the window panes, she would take my feet -between her hands and warm them, while she sang to me. Even now I can -remember the song she used to sing. If a storm came on while I was out -minding our cow, she would run down the lane to meet me, and cover my -head and shoulders with her cotton skirt so that I should not get wet. - -When I had a quarrel with one of the village boys she made me tell her -all about it, and she would talk kindly to me when I was wrong and -praise me when I was in the right. By these and many other things, by -the way she spoke to me and looked at me, and the gentle way she scolded -me, I believed that she was my mother. - -My village, or, to be more exact, the village where I was brought up, -for I did not have a village of my own, no birthplace, any more than I -had a father or mother--the village where I spent my childhood was -called Chavanon; it is one of the poorest in France. Only sections of -the land could be cultivated, for the great stretch of moors was covered -with heather and broom. We lived in a little house down by the brook. - -Until I was eight years of age I had never seen a man in our house; yet -my adopted mother was not a widow, but her husband, who was a -stone-cutter, worked in Paris, and he had not been back to the village -since I was of an age to notice what was going on around me. -Occasionally he sent news by some companion who returned to the village, -for there were many of the peasants who were employed as stone-cutters -in the city. - -"Mother Barberin," the man would say, "your husband is quite well, and -he told me to tell you that he's still working, and to give you this -money. Will you count it?" - -That was all. Mother Barberin was satisfied, her husband was well and he -had work. - -Because Barberin was away from home it must not be thought that he was -not on good terms with his wife. He stayed in Paris because his work -kept him there. When he was old he would come back and live with his -wife on the money that he had saved. - -One November evening a man stopped at our gate. I was standing on the -doorstep breaking sticks. He looked over the top bar of the gate and -called to me to know if Mother Barberin lived there. I shouted yes and -told him to come in. He pushed open the old gate and came slowly up to -the house. I had never seen such a dirty man. He was covered with mud -from head to foot. It was easy to see that he had come a distance on bad -roads. Upon hearing our voices Mother Barberin ran out. - -"I've brought some news from Paris," said the man. - -Something in the man's tone alarmed Mother Barberin. - -"Oh, dear," she cried, wringing her hands, "something has happened to -Jerome!" - -"Yes, there is, but don't get scared. He's been hurt, but he ain't dead, -but maybe he'll be deformed. I used to share a room with him, and as I -was coming back home he asked me to give you the message. I can't stop -as I've got several miles to go, and it's getting late." - -But Mother Barberin wanted to know more; she begged him to stay to -supper. The roads were so bad! and they did say that wolves had been -seen on the outskirts of the wood. He could go early in the morning. -Wouldn't he stay? - -Yes, he would. He sat down by the corner of the fire and while eating -his supper told us how the accident had occurred. Barberin had been -terribly hurt by a falling scaffold, and as he had had no business to -be in that particular spot, the builder had refused to pay an indemnity. - -"Poor Barberin," said the man as he dried the legs of his trousers, -which were now quite stiff under the coating of mud, "he's got no luck, -no luck! Some chaps would get a mint o' money out of an affair like -this, but your man won't get nothing!" - -"No luck!" he said again in such a sympathetic tone, which showed -plainly that he for one would willingly have the life half crushed out -of his body if he could get a pension. "As I tell him, he ought to sue -that builder." - -"A lawsuit," exclaimed Mother Barberin, "that costs a lot of money." - -"Yes, but if you win!" - -Mother Barberin wanted to start off to Paris, only it was such a -terrible affair ... the journey was so long, and cost so much! - -The next morning we went into the village and consulted the priest. He -advised her not to go without first finding out if she could be of any -use. He wrote to the hospital where they had taken Barberin, and a few -days later received a reply saying that Barberin's wife was not to go, -but that she could send a certain sum of money to her husband, because -he was going to sue the builder upon whose works he had met with the -accident. - -Days and weeks passed, and from time to time letters came asking for -more money. The last, more insistent than the previous ones, said that -if there was no more money the cow must be sold to procure the sum. - -Only those who have lived in the country with the peasants know what -distress there is in these three words, "Sell the cow." As long as they -have their cow in the shed they know that they will not suffer from -hunger. We got butter from ours to put in the soup, and milk to moisten -the potatoes. We lived so well from ours that until the time of which I -write I had hardly ever tasted meat. But our cow not only gave us -nourishment, she was our friend. Some people imagine that a cow is a -stupid animal. It is not so, a cow is most intelligent. When we spoke to -ours and stroked her and kissed her, she understood us, and with her big -round eyes which looked so soft, she knew well enough how to make us -know what she wanted and what she did not want. In fact, she loved us -and we loved her, and that is all there is to say. However, we had to -part with her, for it was only by the sale of the cow that Barberin's -husband would be satisfied. - -A cattle dealer came to our house, and after thoroughly examining -Rousette,--all the time shaking his head and saying that she would not -suit him at all, he could never sell her again, she had no milk, she -made bad butter,--he ended by saying that he would take her, but only -out of kindness because Mother Barberin was an honest good woman. - -Poor Rousette, as though she knew what was happening, refused to come -out of the barn and began to bellow. - -"Go in at the back of her and chase her out," the man said to me, -holding out a whip which he had carried hanging round his neck. - -"No, that he won't," cried mother. Taking poor Rousette by the loins, -she spoke to her softly: "There, my beauty, come ... come along then." - -Rousette could not resist her, and then, when she got to the road, the -man tied her up behind his cart and his horse trotted off and she had to -follow. - -We went back to the house, but for a long time we could hear her -bellowing. No more milk, no butter! In the morning a piece of bread, at -night some potatoes with salt. - -Shrove Tuesday happened to be a few days after we had sold the cow. The -year before Mother Barberin had made a feast for me with pancakes and -apple fritters, and I had eaten so many that she had beamed and laughed -with pleasure. But now we had no Rousette to give us milk or butter, so -there would be no Shrove Tuesday, I said to myself sadly. - -But Mother Barberin had a surprise for me. Although she was not in the -habit of borrowing, she had asked for a cup of milk from one of the -neighbors, a piece of butter from another, and when I got home about -midday she was emptying the flour into a big earthenware bowl. - -"Oh," I said, going up to her, "flour?" - -"Why, yes," she said, smiling, "it's flour, my little Remi, beautiful -flour. See what lovely flakes it makes." - -Just because I was so anxious to know what the flour was for I did not -dare ask. And besides I did not want her to know that I remembered that -it was Shrove Tuesday for fear she might feel unhappy. - -"What does one make with flour?" she asked, smiling at me. - -"Bread." - -"What else?" - -"Pap." - -"And what else?" - -"Why, I don't know." - -"Yes, you know, only as you are a good little boy, you don't dare say. -You know that to-day is Pancake day, and because you think we haven't -any butter and milk you don't dare speak. Isn't that so, eh? - -"Oh, Mother." - -"I didn't mean that Pancake day should be so bad after all for my little -Remi. Look in that bin." - -I lifted up the lid quickly and saw some milk, butter, eggs, and three -apples. - -"Give me the eggs," she said; "while I break them, you peel the apples." - -While I cut the apples into slices, she broke the eggs into the flour -and began to beat the mixture, adding a little milk from time to time. -When the paste was well beaten she placed the big earthenware bowl on -the warm cinders, for it was not until supper time that we were to have -the pancakes and fritters. I must say frankly that it was a very long -day, and more than once I lifted up the cloth that she had thrown over -the bowl. - -"You'll make the paste cold," she cried; "and it won't rise well." - -But it was rising well, little bubbles were coming up on the top. And -the eggs and milk were beginning to smell good. - -"Go and chop some wood," Mother Barberin said; "we need a good clear -fire." - -At last the candle was lit. - -"Put the wood on the fire!" - -She did not have to say this twice; I had been waiting impatiently to -hear these words. Soon a bright flame leaped up the chimney and the -light from the fire lit up all the kitchen. Then Mother Barberin took -down the frying pan from its hook and placed it on the fire. - -"Give me the butter!" - -With the end of her knife she slipped a piece as large as a nut into the -pan, where it melted and spluttered. It was a long time since we had -smelled that odor. How good that butter smelled! I was listening to it -fizzing when I heard footsteps out in our yard. - -Whoever could be coming to disturb us at this hour? A neighbor perhaps -to ask for some firewood. I couldn't think, for just at that moment -Mother Barberin put her big wooden spoon into the bowl and was pouring -a spoonful of the paste into the pan, and it was not the moment to let -one's thoughts wander. Somebody knocked on the door with a stick, then -it was flung open. - -"Who's there?" asked Mother Barberin, without turning round. - -A man had come in. By the bright flame which lit him up I could see that -he carried a big stick in his hand. - -"So, you're having a feast here, don't disturb yourselves," he said -roughly. - -"Oh, Lord!" cried Mother Barberin, putting the frying pan quickly on the -floor, "is it you, Jerome." - -Then, taking me by the arm she dragged me towards the man who had -stopped in the doorway. - -"Here's your father." - - - - -CHAPTER II - -MY ADOPTED FATHER - - -Mother Barberin kissed her husband; I was about to do the same when he -put out his stick and stopped me. - -"What's this?... you told me...." - -"Well, yes, but it isn't true ... because...." - -"Ah, it isn't true, eh?" - -He stepped towards me with his stick raised; instinctively I shrunk -back. What had I done? Nothing wrong, surely! I was only going to kiss -him. I looked at him timidly, but he had turned from me and was speaking -to Mother Barberin. - -"So you're keeping Shrove Tuesday," he said. "I'm glad, for I'm -famished. What have you got for supper?" - -"I was making some pancakes and apple fritters." - -"So I see, but you're not going to give pancakes to a man who has -covered the miles that I have." - -"I haven't anything else. You see we didn't expect you." - -"What? nothing else! Nothing for supper!" He glanced round the kitchen. - -"There's some butter." - -He looked up at the ceiling, at the spot where the bacon used to hang, -but for a long time there had been nothing on the hook; only a few ropes -of onions and garlic hung from the beam now. - -"Here's some onions," he said, knocking a rope down with his big stick; -"with four or five onions and a piece of butter we'll have a good soup. -Take out the pancakes and fry the onions in the pan!" - -"Take the pancakes out of the frying pan!" - -Without a word, Mother Barberin hurried to do what her husband asked. He -sat down on a chair by the corner of the fireplace. I had not dared to -leave the place where his stick had sent me. Leaning against the table, -I looked at him. - -He was a man about fifty with a hard face and rough ways. His head -leaned a little bit towards his right shoulder, on account of the wound -he had received, and this deformity gave him a still more forbidding -aspect. - -Mother Barberin had put the frying pan again on the fire. - -"Is it with a little bit of butter like that you're going to try and -make a soup?" he asked. Thereupon he seized the plate with the butter -and threw it all into the pan. No more butter ... then ... no more -pancakes. - -At any other moment I should have been greatly upset at this -catastrophe, but I was not thinking of the pancakes and fritters now. -The thought that was uppermost in my mind was, that this man who seemed -so cruel was my father! My father! Absently I said the word over and -over again to myself. I had never thought much what a father would be. -Vaguely, I had imagined him to be a sort of mother with a big voice, but -in looking at this one who had fallen from heaven, I felt greatly -worried and frightened. I had wanted to kiss him and he had pushed me -away with his stick. Why? My mother had never pushed me away when I went -to kiss her; on the contrary, she always took me in her arms and held me -tight. - -"Instead of standing there as though you're made of wood," he said, "put -the plates on the table." - -I nearly fell down in my haste to obey. The soup was made. Mother -Barberin served it on the plates. Then, leaving the big chimney corner, -he came and sat down and commenced to eat, stopping only from time to -time to glance at me. I felt so uncomfortable that I could not eat. I -looked at him also, but out of the corner of my eye, then I turned my -head quickly when I caught his eye. - -"Doesn't he eat more than that usually?" he asked suddenly. - -"Oh, yes, he's got a good appetite." - -"That's a pity. He doesn't seem to want his supper now, though." - -Mother Barberin did not seem to want to talk. She went to and fro, -waiting on her husband. - -"Ain't you hungry?" - -"No." - -"Well then, go to bed and go to sleep at once. If you don't I'll be -angry." - -My mother gave me a look which told me to obey without answering. But -there was no occasion for this warning. I had not thought of saying a -word. - -As in a great many poor homes, our kitchen was also the bedroom. Near -the fireplace were all the things for the meals--the table, the pots and -pans, and the sideboard; at the other end was the bedroom. In a corner -stood Mother Barberin's big bed, in the opposite corner, in a little -alcove, was my bed under a red figured curtain. - -I hurriedly undressed and got into bed. But to go to sleep was another -thing. I was terribly worried and very unhappy. How could this man be my -father? And if he was, why did he treat me so badly? - -With my nose flattened against the wall I tried to drive these thoughts -away and go to sleep as he had ordered me, but it was impossible. Sleep -would not come. I had never felt so wide awake. - -After a time, I could not say how long, I heard some one coming over to -my bed. The slow step was heavy and dragged, so I knew at once that it -was not Mother Barberin. I felt a warm breath on my cheek. - -"Are you asleep?" This was said in a harsh whisper. - -I took care not to answer, for the terrible words, "I'll be angry" still -rang in my ears. - -"He's asleep," said Mother Barberin; "the moment he gets into bed he -drops off. You can talk without being afraid that he'll hear." - -I ought, of course, to have told him that I was not asleep, but I did -not dare. I had been ordered to go to sleep, I was not yet asleep, so I -was in the wrong. - -"Well, what about your lawsuit?" asked Mother Barberin. - -"Lost it. The judge said that I was to blame for being under the -scaffold." Thereupon he banged his fist on the table and began to swear, -without saying anything that meant anything. - -"Case lost," he went on after a moment; "money lost, all gone, poverty -staring us in the face. And as though that isn't enough, when I get back -here, I find a child. Why didn't you do what I told you to do?" - -"Because I couldn't." - -"You could not take him to a Foundlings' Home?" - -"A woman can't give up a little mite like that if she's fed it with her -own milk and grown to love it." - -"It's not your child." - -"Well, I wanted to do what you told me, but just at that very moment he -fell ill." - -"Ill?" - -"Yes. Then I couldn't take him to that place. He might have died." - -"But when he got better?" - -"Well, he didn't get better all at once. After that sickness another -came. He coughed so it would have made your heart bleed to hear him, -poor little mite. Our little Nicolas died like that. It seemed to me -that if I sent him to the Foundlings' Home he'd died also." - -"But after?... after?" - -"Well, time went on and I thought that as I'd put off going I'd put it -off a bit longer." - -"How old is he now?" - -"Eight." - -"Well then, he'll go now to the place where he should have gone sooner, -and he won't like it so well now." - -"Oh, Jerome, you can't ... you won't do that!" - -"Won't I? and who's going to stop me? Do you think we can keep him -always?" - -There was a moment's silence. I was hardly able to breathe. The lump in -my throat nearly choked me. After a time Mother Barberin went on: - -"How Paris has changed you! You wouldn't have spoken like that to me -before you went away." - -"Perhaps not. But if Paris has changed me, it's also pretty near killed -me. I can't work now. We've got no money. The cow's sold. When we -haven't enough to feed ourselves, have we got to feed a child that don't -belong to us?" - -"He's mine." - -"He's no more yours than mine. Besides, he ain't a country boy. He's no -poor man's child. He's a delicate morsel, no arms, no legs." - -"He's the prettiest boy in the village!" - -"I don't say he ain't pretty. But sturdy, no! Do you think you can make -a working man out of a chit with shoulders like his? He's a city child -and there's no place for city children here." - -"I tell you he's a fine boy and as intelligent and cute as a little cat, -and he's got a good heart, and he'll work for us...." - -"In the meantime we've got to work for him, and I'm no good for much -now." - -"If his parents claim him, what will you say?" - -"His parents! Has he got any parents? They would have found him by now -if he had. It was a crazy thing for me to think that his parents would -come and claim him some day and pay us for his keep. I was a fool. -'Cause he was wrapped up in fine clothes trimmed with lace, that wasn't -to say that his parents were going to hunt for him. Besides, they're -dead." - -"Perhaps they're not. And one day they may come...." - -"If you women ain't obstinate!" - -"But if they do come?" - -"Well, we've sent him to the Home. But we've said enough. I'll take him -to-morrow. I'm going 'round to see François now. I'll be back in an -hour." - -The door was opened and closed again. He had gone. Then I quickly sat up -in bed and began to call to Mother Barberin. - -"Say! Mamma!" - -She ran over to my bed. - -"Are you going to let me go to the Foundlings' Home?" - -"No, my little Remi, no." - -She kissed me and held me tight in her arms. I felt better after that -and my tears dried on my cheeks. - -"You didn't go to sleep, then?" she asked softly. - -"It wasn't my fault." - -"I'm not scolding you. You heard what he said, then?" - -"Yes, you're not my mamma, but ... he isn't my father." - -The last words I had said in a different tone because, although I was -unhappy at learning that she was not my mother, I was glad, I was almost -proud, to know that he was not my father. This contradiction of my -feelings betrayed itself in my voice. Mother Barberin did not appear to -notice. - -"Perhaps I ought to have told you the truth, but you seemed so much my -own boy that I couldn't tell you I was not your real mother. You heard -what Jerome said, my boy. He found you one day in a street in Paris, the -Avenue de Breuteuil. It was in February, early in the morning, he was -going to work when he heard a baby cry, and he found you on a step. He -looked about to call some one, and as he did so a man came out from -behind a tree and ran away. You cried so loud that Jerome didn't like to -put you back on the step again. While he was wondering what to do, some -more men came along, and they all decided that they'd take you to the -police station. You wouldn't stop crying. Poor mite, you must have been -cold. But then, when they got you warm at the station house, you still -cried, so they thought you were hungry, and they got you some milk. My! -you were hungry! When you'd had enough they undressed you and held you -before the fire. You were a beautiful pink boy, and all dressed in -lovely clothes. The lieutenant wrote down a description of the clothes -and where you were found, and said that he should have to send you to -the Home unless one of the men liked to take charge of you. Such a -beautiful, fine child it wouldn't be difficult to bring up, he said, and -the parents would surely make a search for it and pay any one well for -looking after it, so Jerome said he'd take it. Just at that time I had a -baby the same age. So I was well able to feed both you two mites. There, -dearie, that was how I came to be your mother." - -"Oh, Mamma, Mamma!" - -"Yes, dearie, there! and at the end of three months I lost my own little -baby and then I got even more fond of you. It was such a pity Jerome -couldn't forget, and seeing at the end of three years that your parents -hadn't come after you, he tried to make me send you to the Home. You -heard why I didn't do as he told me?" - -"Oh, don't send me to the Home," I cried, clinging to her, "Mother -Barberin, please, please, don't send me to the Home." - -"No, dearie, no, you shan't go. I'll settle it. Jerome is not really -unkind, you'll see. He's had a lot of trouble and he is kind of worried -about the future. We'll all work, you shall work, too." - -"Yes, yes, I'll do anything you want me to do, but don't send me to the -Home." - -"You shan't go, that is if you promise to go to sleep at once. When he -returns he mustn't find you awake." - -She kissed me and turned me over with my face to the wall. I wanted to -go to sleep, but I had received too hard a blow to slip off quietly into -slumberland. Dear good Mother Barberin was not my own mother! Then what -was a real mother? Something better, something sweeter still? It wasn't -possible! Then I thought that a real father might not have held up his -stick to me.... He wanted to send me to the Home, would mother be able -to prevent him? - -In the village there were two children from the Home. They were called -"workhouse children." They had a metal plaque hung round their necks -with a number on it. They were badly dressed, and so dirty! All the -other children made fun of them and threw stones at them. They chased -them like boys chase a lost dog, for fun, and because a stray dog has no -one to protect it. Oh, I did not want to be like those children. I did -not want to have a number hung round my neck. I did not want them to -call after me, "Hi, Workhouse Kid; Hi Foundling!" The very thought of it -made me feel cold and my teeth chatter. I could not go to sleep. And -Barberin was coming back soon! - -But fortunately he did not return until very late, and sleep came before -he arrived. - - - - -CHAPTER III - -SIGNOR VITALIS' COMPANY - - -That night I dreamed that I had been taken to the Home. When I opened my -eyes in the early morning I could scarcely believe that I was still -there in my little bed. I felt the bed and pinched my arms to see if it -were true. Ah, yes, I was still with Mother Barberin. - -She said nothing to me all the morning, and I began to think that they -had given up the idea of sending me away. Perhaps she had said that she -was determined to keep me. But when mid day came Barberin told me to put -on my cap and follow him. I looked at Mother Barberin to implore her to -help me. Without her husband noticing she made me a sign to go with him. -I obeyed. She tapped me on the shoulder as I passed her, to let me know -that I had nothing to fear. Without a word I followed him. - -It was some distance from our house to the village--a good hour's walk. -Barberin never said a word to me the whole way. He walked along, -limping. Now and again he turned 'round to see if I was following. Where -was he taking me? I asked myself the question again and again. Despite -the reassuring sign that Mother Barberin had made, I felt that something -was going to happen to me and I wanted to run away. I tried to lag -behind, thinking that I would jump down into a ditch where Barberin -could not catch me. - -At first he had seemed satisfied that I should tramp along just behind -him, on his heels, but he evidently soon began to suspect what I -intended to do, and he grabbed me by the wrist. I was forced to keep up -with him. This was the way we entered the village. Every one who passed -us turned round to stare, for I looked like a bad dog held on a leash. - -As we were about to pass the tavern, a man who was standing in the -doorway called to Barberin and asked him to go in. Barberin took me by -the ear and pushed me in before him, and when we got inside he closed -the door. I felt relieved. This was only the village tavern, and for a -long time I had wanted to see what it was like inside. I had often -wondered what was going on behind the red curtains, I was going to know -now.... - -Barberin sat down at a table with the boss who had asked him to go in. I -sat by the fireplace. In a corner near me there was a tall old man with -a long white beard. He wore a strange costume. I had never seen anything -like it before. Long ringlets fell to his shoulders and he wore a tall -gray hat ornamented with green and red feathers. A sheepskin, the woolly -side turned inside, was fastened round his body. There were no sleeves -to the skin, but through two large holes, cut beneath the shoulders, his -arms were thrust, covered with velvet sleeves which had once been blue -in color. Woolen gaiters reached up to his knees, and to hold them in -place a ribbon was interlaced several times round his legs. He sat with -his elbow resting on his crossed knees. I had never seen a living person -in such a quiet calm attitude. He looked to me like one of the saints in -our Church. Lying beside him were three dogs--a white spaniel, a black -spaniel, and a pretty little gray dog with a sharp, cute little look. -The white spaniel wore a policeman's old helmet, which was fastened -under its chin with a leather strap. - -While I stared at the man in wonder, Barberin and the owner of the -tavern talked in low voices. I knew that I was the subject of their -talk. Barberin was telling him that he had brought me to the village to -take me to the mayor's office, so that the mayor should ask the Charity -Home to pay for my keep. That was all that dear Mother Barberin had been -able to do, but I felt that if Barberin could get something for keeping -me I had nothing to fear. - -The old man, who without appearing, had evidently been listening, -suddenly pointed to me, and turning to Barberin said with a marked -foreign accent: - -"Is that the child that's in your way?" - -"That's him." - -"And you think the Home is going to pay you for his keep?" - -"Lord! as he ain't got no parents and I've been put to great expense -for him, it is only right that the town should pay me something." - -"I don't say it isn't, but do you think that just because a thing is -right, it's done?" - -"That, no!" - -"Well, then I don't think you'll ever get what you're after." - -"Then he goes to the Home, there's no law that forces me to keep him in -my place if I don't want to." - -"You agreed in the beginning to take him, so it's up to you to keep your -promise." - -"Well, I ain't going to keep him. And when I want to turn him out I'll -do so." - -"Perhaps there's a way to get rid of him now," said the old man after a -moment's thought, "and make a little money into the bargain." - -"If you'll show me how, I'll stand a drink." - -"Order the drinks, the affair's settled." - -"Sure? - -"Sure." - -The old man got up and took a seat opposite Barberin. A strange thing, -as he rose, I saw his sheepskin move. It was lifted up, and I wondered -if he had another dog under his arm. - -What were they going to do with me? My heart beat against my side, I -could not take my eyes off the old man. - -"You won't let this child eat any more of your bread unless somebody -pays for it, that's it, isn't it?" - -"That's it ... because...." - -"Never mind the reason. That don't concern me. Now if you don't want -him, just give him to me. I'll take charge of him." - -"You? take charge of him!" - -"You want to get rid of him, don't you?" - -"Give you a child like him, a beautiful boy, for he is beautiful, the -prettiest boy in the village, look at him." - -"I've looked at him." - -"Remi, come here." - -I went over to the table, my knees trembling. - -"There, don't be afraid, little one," said the old man. - -"Just look at him," said Barberin again. - -"I don't say that he is a homely child, if he was I wouldn't want him. I -don't want a monster." - -"Ah, now if he was a monster with two ears, or even a dwarf...." - -"You'd keep him, you could make your fortune out of a monster. But this -little boy is not a dwarf, nor a monster, so you can't exhibit him: he's -made the same as others, and he's no good for anything." - -"He's good for work." - -"He's not strong." - -"Not strong, him! Land's sakes! He's as strong as any man, look at his -legs, they're that solid! Have you ever seen straighter legs than his?" - -Barberin pulled up my pants. - -"Too thin," said the old man. - -"And his arms?" continued Barberin. - -"Like his legs ... might be better. They can't hold out against fatigue -and poverty." - -"What, them legs and arms? Feel 'em. Just see for yourself." - -The old man passed his skinny hand over my legs and felt them, shaking -his head the while and making a grimace. - -I had already seen a similar scene enacted when the cattle dealer came -to buy our cow. He also had felt and pinched the cow. He also had shaken -his head and said that it was not a good cow, it would be impossible to -sell it again, and yet after all he had bought it and taken it away with -him. Was the old man going to buy me and take me away with him? Oh, -Mother Barberin! Mother Barberin! - -If I had dared I would have said that only the night before Barberin had -reproached me for seeming delicate and having thin arms and legs, but I -felt that I should gain nothing by it but an angry word, so I kept -silent. - -For a long time they wrangled over my good and bad points. - -"Well, such as he is," said the old man at last, "I'll take him, but -mind you, I don't buy him outright. I'll hire him. I'll give you twenty -francs a year for him." - -"Twenty francs!" - -"That's a good sum, and I'll pay in advance." - -"But if I keep him the town will pay me more than ten francs a month." - -"I know what you'd get from the town, and besides you've got to feed -him." - -"He will work." - -"If you thought that he could work you wouldn't be so anxious to get rid -of him. It is not for the money that's paid for their keep that you -people take in lost children, it's for the work that you can get out of -them. You make servants of them, they pay you and they themselves get no -wages. If this child could have done much for you, you would have kept -him." - -"Anyway, I should always have ten francs a month." - -"And if the Home, instead of letting you have him, gave him to some one -else, you wouldn't get anything at all. Now with me you won't have to -run for your money, all you have to do is to hold out your hand." - -He pulled a leather purse from his pocket, counting out four silver -pieces of money; he threw them down on the table, making them ring as -they fell. - -"But think," cried Barberin; "this child's parents will show up one day -or the other." - -"What does that matter?" - -"Well, those who've brought him up will get something. If I hadn't -thought of that I wouldn't have taken him in the first place." - -Oh! the wicked man! How I did dislike Barberin! - -"Now, look here, it's because you think his parents won't show up now -that you're turning him out," said the old man. "Well, if by any chance -they do appear, they'll go straight to you, not to me, for nobody knows -me." - -"But if it's you who finds them?" - -"Well, in that case we'll go shares and I'll put thirty down for him -now." - -"Make it forty." - -"No, for what he'll do for me that isn't possible." - -"What do you want him to do for you? For good legs, he's got good legs; -for good arms, he's got good arms. I hold to what I said before. What -are you going to do with him?" - -Then the old man looked at Barberin mockingly, then emptied his glass -slowly: - -"He's just to keep me company. I'm getting old and at night I get a bit -lonesome. When one is tired it's nice to have a child around." - -"Well, for that I'm sure his legs are strong enough." - -"Oh, not too much so, for he must also dance and jump and walk, and then -walk and jump again. He'll take his place in Signor Vitalis' traveling -company." - -"Where's this company?" - -"I am Signor Vitalis, and I'll show you the company right here." - -With this he opened the sheepskin and took out a strange animal which he -held on his left arm, pressed against his chest. This was the animal -that had several times raised the sheepskin, but it was not a little dog -as I had thought. I found no name to give to this strange creature, -which I saw for the first time. I looked at it in astonishment. It was -dressed in a red coat trimmed with gold braid, but its arms and legs -were bare, for they really were arms and legs, and not paws, but they -were covered with a black, hairy skin, they were not white or pink. The -head which was as large as a clenched fist was wide and short, the -turned-up nose had spreading nostrils, and the lips were yellow. But -what struck me more than anything, were the two eyes, close to each -other, which glittered like glass. - -"Oh, the ugly monkey!" cried Barberin. - -A monkey! I opened my eyes still wider. So this was a monkey, for -although I had never seen a monkey, I had heard of them. So this little -tiny creature that looked like a black baby was a monkey! - -"This is the star of my company," said Signor Vitalis. "This is Mr. -Pretty-Heart. Now, Pretty-Heart,"--turning to the animal--"make your bow -to the society." - -The monkey put his hand to his lips and threw a kiss to each of us. - -"Now," continued Signor Vitalis, holding out his hand to the white -spaniel, "the next. Signor Capi will have the honor of introducing his -friends to the esteemed company here present." - -The spaniel, who up till this moment had not made a movement, jumped up -quickly, and standing on his hind paws, crossed his fore paws on his -chest and bowed to his master so low that his police helmet touched the -ground. This polite duty accomplished, he turned to his companions, and -with one paw still pressed on his chest, he made a sign with the other -for them to draw nearer. The two dogs, whose eyes had been fixed on the -white spaniel, got up at once and giving' each one of us his paw, shook -hands as one does in polite society, and then taking a few steps back -bowed to us in turn. - -"The one I call 'Capi,'" said Signor Vitalis, "which is an abbreviation -of _Capitano_ in Italian, is the chief. He is the most intelligent and -he conveys my orders to the others. That black haired young dandy is -Signor Zerbino, which signifies 'the sport.' Notice him and I am sure -you will admit that the name is very appropriate. And that young person -with, the modest air is Miss Dulcie. She is English, and her name is -chosen on account of her sweet disposition. With these remarkable -_artistes_ I travel through the country, earning my living, sometimes -good, sometimes bad, ... it is a matter of luck! Capi!..." - -The spaniel crossed his paws. - -"Capi, come here, and be on your best behavior. These people are well -brought up, and they must be spoken to with great politeness. Be good -enough to tell this little boy who is looking at you with such big, -round eyes what time it is." - -Capi uncrossed his paws, went up to his master, drew aside the -sheepskin, and after feeling in his vest pocket pulled out a large -silver watch. He looked at the watch for a moment, then gave two -distinct barks, then after these two decisive sharp barks, he uttered -three little barks, not so loud nor so clear. - -The hour was quarter of three. - -"Very good," said Vitalis; "thank you, Signor Capi. And now ask Miss -Dulcie to oblige us by dancing with the skipping rope." - -Capi again felt in his master's vest pocket and pulled out a cord. He -made a brief sign to Zerbino, who immediately took his position opposite -to him. Then Capi threw him one end of the cord and they both began to -turn it very gravely. Then Dulcie jumped lightly into the rope and with -her beautiful soft eyes fixed on her master, began to skip. - -"You see how intelligent they are," said Vitalis; "their intelligence -would be even more appreciated if I drew comparisons. For instance, if I -had a fool to act with them. That is why I want your boy. He is to be -the fool so that the dogs' intelligence will stand out in a more marked -manner." - -"Oh, he's to be the fool...." interrupted Barberin. - -"It takes a clever man to play the fool," said Vitalis, "the boy will be -able to act the part with a few lessons. We'll test him at once. If he -has any intelligence he will understand that with me he will be able to -see the country and other countries besides; but if he stays here all he -can do is to drive a herd of cattle in the same fields from morning to -night. If he hasn't any intelligence he'll cry and stamp his feet, and -then I won't take him with me and he'll be sent to the Foundlings' Home, -where he'll have to work hard and have little to eat." - -I had enough intelligence to know this, ... the dogs were very funny, -and it would be fun to be with them always, but Mother, Mother -Barberin!... I could not leave her!... Then if I refused perhaps I -should not stay with Mother Barberin.... I might be sent to the Home. I -was very unhappy, and as my eyes filled with tears, Signor Vitalis -tapped me gently on the cheek. - -"Ah, the little chap understands because he does not make a great noise. -He is arguing the matter in his little head, and to-morrow...." - -"Oh, sir," I cried, "let me stay with Mother Barberin, please let me -stay." - -I could not say more, for Capi's loud barking interrupted me. At the -same moment the dog sprang towards the table upon which Pretty-Heart was -seated. The monkey, profiting by the moment when every one was occupied -with me, had quickly seized his master's glass, which was full of wine, -and was about to empty it. But Capi, who was a good watch dog, had seen -the monkey's trick and like the faithful servant that he was, he had -foiled him. - -[Illustration: "I'LL GIVE YOU THIRTY FRANCS FOR HIM."] - -"Mr. Pretty-Heart," said Vitalis severely, "you are a glutton and a -thief; go over there into the corner and turn your face to the wall, and -you, Zerbino, keep guard: if he moves give him a good slap. As to you, -Mr. Capi, you are a good dog, give me your paw. I'd like to shake hands -with you." - -The monkey, uttering little stifled cries, obeyed and went into the -corner, and the dog, proud and happy, held out his paw to his master. - -"Now," continued Vitalis, "back to business. I'll give you thirty francs -for him then." - -"No, forty." - -A discussion commenced, but Vitalis soon stopped it by saying: - -"This doesn't interest the child, let him go outside and play." - -At the same time he made a sign to Barberin. - -"Yes, go out into the yard at the back, but don't move or you'll have me -to reckon with." - -I could not but obey. I went into the yard, but I had no heart to play. -I sat down on a big stone and waited. They were deciding what was to -become of me. What would it be? They talked for a long time. I sat -waiting, and it was an hour later when Barberin came out into the yard. -He was alone. Had he come to fetch me to hand me over to Vitalis? - -"Come," he said, "back home." - -Home! Then I was not to leave Mother Barberin? - -I wanted to ask questions, but I was afraid, because he seemed in a -very bad temper. We walked all the way home in silence. But just before -we arrived home Barberin, who was walking ahead, stopped. - -"You know," he said, taking me roughly by the ear, "if you say one -single word of what you have heard to-day, you shall smart for it. -Understand?" - - - - -CHAPTER IV - -THE MATERNAL HOUSE - - -"Well," asked Mother Barberin, when we entered, "what did the mayor -say?" - -"We didn't see him." - -"How! You didn't see him?" - -"No, I met some friends at the Notre-Dame café and when we came out it -was too late. So we'll go back to-morrow." - -So Barberin had given up the idea of driving a bargain with the man with -the dogs. - -On the way home I wondered if this was not some trick of his, returning -to the house, but his last words drove all my doubts away. As we had to -go back to the village the next day to see the mayor, it was certain -that Barberin had not accepted Vitalis' terms. - -But in spite of his threats I would have spoken of my fears to Mother -Barberin if I could have found myself alone for one moment with her, but -all the evening Barberin did not leave the house, and I went to bed -without getting the opportunity. I went to sleep thinking that I would -tell her the next day. But the next day when I got up, I did not see -her. As I was running all round the house looking for her, Barberin saw -me and asked me what I wanted. - -"Mamma." - -"She has gone to the village and won't be back till this afternoon." - -She had not told me the night before that she was going to the village, -and without knowing why, I began to feel anxious. Why didn't she wait -for us, if we were going in the afternoon? Would she be back before we -started? Without knowing quite why, I began to feel very frightened, and -Barberin looked at me in a way that did not tend to reassure me. To -escape from his look I ran into the garden. - -Our garden meant a great deal to us. In it we grew almost all that we -ate--potatoes, cabbages, carrots, turnips. There was no ground wasted, -yet Mother Barberin had given me a little patch all to myself, in which -I had planted ferns and herbs that I had pulled up in the lanes while I -was minding the cow. I had planted everything pell mell, one beside the -other, in my bit of garden: it was not beautiful, but I loved it. It was -mine. I arranged it as I wished, just as I felt at the time, and when I -spoke of it, which happened twenty times a day, it was "My garden." - -Already the jonquils were in bud and the lilac was beginning to shoot, -and the wall flowers would soon be out. How would they bloom? I -wondered, and that was why I came to see them every day. But there was -another part of my garden that I studied with great anxiety. I had -planted a vegetable that some one had given to me and which was almost -unknown in our village; it was Jerusalem artichokes. I was told they -would be delicious, better than potatoes, for they had the taste of -French artichokes, potatoes, and turnips combined. Having been told -this, I intended them to be a surprise for Mother Barberin. I had not -breathed a word about this present I had for her. I planted them in my -own bit of garden. When they began to shoot I would let her think that -they were flowers, then one fine day when they were ripe, while she was -out, I would pull them up and cook them myself. How? I was not quite -sure, but I did not worry over such a small detail; then when she -returned to supper I would serve her a dish of Jerusalem artichokes! It -would be something fresh to replace those everlasting potatoes, and -Mother Barberin would not suffer too much from the sale of poor -Rousette. And the inventor of this new dish of vegetables was I, Remi, I -was the one! So I was of some use in the house. - -With such a plan in my head I had to bestow careful attention on my -Jerusalem artichokes. Every day I looked at the spot where I had planted -them, it seemed to me that they would never grow. I was kneeling on both -knees on the ground, supported on my hands, with my nose almost touching -the earth where the artichokes were sown, when I heard Barberin calling -me impatiently. I hurried back to the house. Imagine my surprise when I -saw, standing before the fireplace, Vitalis and his dogs. - -I knew at once what Barberin wanted of me. Vitalis had come to fetch me -and it was so that Mother Barberin should not stop me from going that -Barberin had sent her to the village. Knowing full well that I could -expect nothing from Barberin, I ran up to Vitalis. - -"Oh, don't take me away. Please, sir, don't take me away." I began to -sob. - -"Now, little chap," he said, kindly enough, "you won't be unhappy with -me. I don't whip children, and you'll have the dogs for company. Why -should you be sorry to go with me?" - -"Mother Barberin!..." - -"Anyhow, you're not going to stay here," said Barberin roughly, taking -me by the ear. "Go with this gentleman or go to the workhouse. Choose!" - -"No, no. Mamma! Mamma!" - -"So, you're going to make me mad, eh!" cried Barberin. "I'll beat you -good and hard and chase you out of the house." - -"The child is sorry to leave his mamma, don't beat him for that. He's -got feelings, that's a good sign." - -"If you pity him he'll cry all the more." - -"Well, now to business." - -Saying that, Vitalis laid eight five franc pieces on the table, which -Barberin with a sweep of his hand cleared up and thrust into his pocket. - -"Where's his bundle?" asked Vitalis. - -"Here it is," said Barberin, handing him a blue cotton handkerchief -tied up at the four corners. "There are two shirts and a pair of cotton -pants." - -"That was not what was agreed; you said you'd give some clothes. These -are only rags." - -"He ain't got no more." - -"If I ask the boy I know he'll say that's not true. But I haven't the -time to argue the matter. We must be off. Come on, my little fellow. -What's your name?" - -"Remi." - -"Well, then, Remi, take your bundle and walk along beside Capi." - -I held out both my hands to him, then to Barberin. But both men turned -away their heads. Then Vitalis took me by the wrist. I had to go. - -Ah, our poor little house! It seemed to me when I passed over the -threshold that I left a bit of my body there. With my eyes full of tears -I looked around, but there was no one near to help me. No one on the -road, and no one in the field close by. I began to call: - -"Mamma ... Mother Barberin!" - -But no one replied to my call, and my voice trailed off into a sob. I -had to follow Vitalis, who had not let go of my wrist. - -"Good-by and good luck," cried Barberin. Then he entered the house. It -was over. - -"Come, Remi, hurry along, my child," said Vitalis. He took hold of my -arm and I walked side by side with him. Fortunately he did not walk -fast. I think he suited his step to mine. - -We were walking up hill. As I turned I could still see Mother -Barberin's house, but it was getting smaller and smaller. Many a time I -had walked this road and I knew that for a little while longer I should -still see the house, then when we turned the bend, I should see it no -more. Before me the unknown, behind me was the house, where until that -day I had lived such a happy life. Perhaps I should never see it again! -Fortunately the hill was long, but at last we reached the top. Vitalis -had not let go his hold. - -"Will you let me rest a bit?" I asked. - -"Surely, my boy," he replied. - -He let go of me, but I saw him make a sign to Capi and the dog -understood. He came close to me. I knew that Capi would grab me by the -leg if I attempted to escape. I went up a high grassy mound and sat -down, the dog beside me. With tear-dimmed eyes I looked about for Mother -Barberin's cottage. Below was the valley and the wood, and away in the -distance stood the little house I had left. Little puffs of yellow smoke -were coming out of the chimney, going straight up in the sky, and then -on towards us. In spite of the distance and the height, I could see -everything very clearly. On the rubbish heap I could see our big fat hen -running about, but she did not look as big as usual; if I had not known -that it was our hen, I should have taken her for a little pigeon. At the -side of the house I could see the twisted pear tree that I used to ride -as a horse. In the stream I could just make out the drain that I had -had so much trouble in digging, so that it would work a mill made by my -own hands; the wheel, alas! had never turned, despite all the hours I -had spent upon it. I could see my garden. Oh, my dear garden!... - -Who would see my flowers bloom? and my Jerusalem artichokes, who would -tend them? Barberin, perhaps, that wicked Barberin! With the next step -my garden would be hidden from me. Suddenly on the road which led to our -house from the village, I saw a white sunbonnet. Then it disappeared -behind some trees, then it came in view again. The distance was so great -that I could only see a white top, like a spring butterfly. It was going -in and out amongst the trees. But there is a time when the heart sees -better and farther than the sharpest eyes. I knew it was Mother -Barberin. It was she. I was sure of it. - -"Well," asked Vitalis, "shall we go on now?" - -"Oh, sir, no, please no." - -"Then it is true what they say, you haven't any legs, tired out already. -That doesn't promise very good days for us." - -I did not reply, I was looking.... - -It _was_ Mother Barberin. It was her bonnet. It was her blue skirt. She -was walking quickly as though she was in a hurry to get home. When she -got to our gate she pushed it open and went quickly up the garden path. -I jumped up at once and stood up on the bank, without giving a thought -to Capi, who sprang towards me. Mother Barberin did not stay long in the -house. She came out and began running to and fro, in the yard, with her -arms stretched out. - -She was looking for me. I leaned forwards and, at the top of my voice, I -cried: - -"Mamma! Mamma!" But my cry could not reach her, it was lost in the air. - -"What's the matter? Have you gone crazy?" asked Vitalis. - -I did not reply; my eyes were still fixed on Mother Barberin. But she -did not look up, for she did not know that I was there above her. She -went round the garden, then out into the road, looking up and down. I -cried louder, but like my first call it was useless. Then Vitalis -understood, and he also came up on the bank. It did not take him long to -see the figure with the white sunbonnet. - -"Poor little chap," he said softly to himself. - -"Oh," I sobbed, encouraged by his words of pity, "do let me go back." -But he took me by the wrist and drew me down and onto the road. - -"As you are now rested," he said, "we'll move on." - -I tried to free myself, but he held me firmly. - -"Capi! Zerbino," he said, looking at the dogs. The two dogs came close -to me; Capi behind, Zerbino in front. After taking a few steps I turned -round. We had passed the bend of the hill and I could no longer see the -valley nor our house. - - - - -CHAPTER V - -EN ROUTE - - -Because a man pays forty francs for a child that is not to say that he -is a monster, and that he intends to eat the child. Vitalis had no -desire to eat me and although he bought children he was not a bad man. I -soon had proof of this. We had been walking in silence for some time. I -heaved a sigh. - -"I know just how you feel," said Vitalis; "cry all you want. But try and -see that this is for your own good. Those people are not your parents; -the wife has been good to you and I know that you love her, that is why -you feel so badly. But she could not keep you if the husband did not -want you. And he may not be such a bad chap after all; he is ill and -can't do any more work. He'll find it hard to get along...." - -Yes, what he said was true, but I had only one thought in my mind, -perhaps I should never again see the one I loved most in the world. - -"You won't be unhappy with me," he continued; "it is better than being -sent to the Home. And let me tell you, you must not try to run away, -because if you do Capi and Zerbino would soon catch you." - -Run away--I no longer thought of doing so. Where should I go? This tall -old man perhaps would be a kind master after all. I had never walked so -far at a stretch. All around us were barren lands and hills, not -beautiful like I had thought the world would be outside of my village. - -Vitalis walked with big regular strides, carrying Pretty-Heart on his -shoulder, or in his bag, and the dogs trotted close to us. From time to -time Vitalis said a word of friendship to them, sometimes in French, -sometimes in a language that I did not understand. Neither he nor the -animals seemed to get tired. But I ... I was exhausted. I dragged my -limbs along and it was as much as I could do to keep up with my new -master. Yet I did not like to ask him to let me stop. - -"It's those wooden shoes that tire you," he said, looking down at me. -"When we get to Ussel, I'll buy you some shoes." - -These words gave me courage. I had always longed for a pair of shoes. -The mayor's son and the inn-keeper's son wore shoes, so that on Sunday -when they came to church they seemed to slide down the stone aisles, -while we other country boys in our clogs made a deafening noise. - -"Is Ussel far?" - -"Ah, that comes from your heart," said Vitalis, laughing. "So you want -to have a pair of shoes, do you? Well, I'll promise you them and with -big nails, too. And I'll buy you some velvet pants, and a vest and a -hat. That'll make you dry your tears, I hope, and give you legs to do -the next six miles." - -Shoes with nails! I was overcome with pride. It was grand enough to -have shoes, but shoes with nails! I forgot my grief. Shoes with nails! -Velvet pants! a vest! a hat! Oh, if Mother Barberin could see me, how -happy she would be, how proud of me! But in spite of the promise that I -should have shoes and velvet pants at the end of the six miles, it -seemed impossible that I could cover the distance. - -The sky, which had been blue when we started, was now filled with gray -clouds and soon a fine rain commenced to fall. Vitalis was covered well -enough with his sheepskin and he was able to shelter Pretty-Heart, who, -at the first drop of rain, had promptly retired into his hiding place. -But the dogs and I had nothing to cover us, and soon we were drenched to -the skin. The dogs from time to time could shake themselves, but I was -unable to employ this natural means, and I had to tramp along under my -water-soaked, heavy garments, which chilled me. - -"Do you catch cold easily?" asked my new master. - -"I don't know. I don't remember ever having a cold." - -"That's good. So there is something in you. But I don't want to have it -worse for you than we are obliged. There is a village a little farther -on and we'll sleep there." - -There was no inn in this village and no one wanted to take into their -homes an old beggar who dragged along with him a child and three dogs, -soaked to the skin. - -"No lodgings here," they said. - -And they shut the door in our faces. We went from one house to another, -but all refused to admit us. Must we tramp those four miles on to Ussel -without resting a bit? The night had fallen and the rain had chilled us -through and through. Oh, for Mother Barberin's house! - -Finally a peasant, more charitable than his neighbors, agreed to let us -go into his barn. But he made the condition that we could sleep there, -but must have no light. - -"Give me your matches," he said to Vitalis. "I'll give you them back -to-morrow, when you go." - -At least we had a roof to cover us from the storm. - -In the sack which Vitalis had slung over his back he took out a hunch of -bread and broke it into four pieces. Then I saw for the first time how -he maintained obedience and discipline in his company. Whilst we had -gone from door to door seeking shelter, Zerbino had gone into a house -and he had run out again almost at once, carrying in his jaws a crust. -Vitalis had only said: - -"Alright, Zerbino ... to-night." - -I had thought no more of this theft, when I saw Vitalis cut the roll; -Zerbino looked very dejected. Vitalis and I were sitting on a box with -Pretty-Heart between us. The three dogs stood in a row before us, Capi -and Dulcie with their eyes fixed on their master. Zerbino stood with -drooping ears and tail between his legs. - -"The thief must leave the ranks and go into a corner," said Vitalis in a -tone of command; "he'll go to sleep without his supper." - -Zerbino left his place, and in a zigzag went over to the corner that -Vitalis indicated with his finger. He crouched down under a heap of hay -out of sight, but we heard him breathe plaintively, with a little whine. - -Vitalis then handed me a piece of bread, and while eating his own he -broke little pieces for Pretty-Heart, Capi and Dulcie. How I longed for -Mother Barberin's soup ... even without butter, and the warm fire, and -my little bed with the coverlets that I pulled right up to my nose. -Completely fagged out, I sat there, my feet raw by the rubbing of my -clogs. I trembled with cold in my wet clothing. It was night now, but I -did not think of going to sleep. - -"Your teeth are chattering," said Vitalis; "are you cold?" - -"A little." - -I heard him open his bag. - -"I haven't got much of a wardrobe," he said, "but here's a dry shirt and -a vest you can put on. Then get underneath the hay and you'll soon get -warm and go to sleep." - -But I did not get warm as quick as Vitalis thought; for a long time I -turned and turned on my bed of straw, too unhappy to sleep. Would all -my days now be like this, walking in the pouring rain; sleeping in a -loft, shaking with cold, and only a piece of dry bread for supper? No -one to love me; no one to cuddle me; no Mother Barberin! - -My heart was very sad. The tears rolled down my cheeks, then I felt a -warm breath pass over my face. I stretched out my hand and my finger -touched Capi's woolly coat. He had come softly to me, stepping -cautiously on the straw, and he smelt me: he sniffed gently, his breath -ran over my cheek and in my hair. What did he want? Presently he laid -down on the straw, quite close to me, and very gently he commenced to -lick my hand. Touched by this caress, I sat up on my straw bed and -throwing my arms round his neck kissed his cold nose. He gave a little -stifled cry, and then quickly put his paw in my hand and remained quite -still. I forgot my fatigue and my sorrows. I was no longer alone. I had -a friend. - - - - -CHAPTER VI - -MY DÉBUT - - -We started early the next morning. The sky was blue and a light wind had -come up in the night and dried all the mud. The birds were singing -blithely in the trees and the dogs scampered around us. Now and again -Capi stood up on his hind paws and barked into my face, two or three -times. I knew what he meant. He was my friend. He was intelligent, and -he understood every thing, and he knew how to make you understand. In -his tail only was more wit and eloquence than in the tongue or in the -eyes of many people. - -Although I had never left my village and was most curious to see a town, -what I most wanted to see in that town was a boot shop. Where was the -welcome shop where I should find the shoes with nails that Vitalis had -promised me? I glanced about in every direction as we passed down the -old streets of Ussel. Suddenly my master turned into a shop behind the -market. Hanging outside the front were some old guns, a coat trimmed -with gold braid, several lamps, and some rusty keys. We went down three -steps and found ourselves in a large room where the sun could never have -entered since the roof had been put on the house. How could such -beautiful things as nailed shoes be sold in such a terrible place? Yet -Vitalis knew, and soon I had the pleasure of being shod in nailed shoes -which were ten times as heavy as my clogs. My master's generosity did -not stop there. He bought me a blue velvet coat, a pair of trousers, and -a felt hat. - -Velvet for me who had never worn anything but cotton! This was surely -the best man in the world, and the most generous. It is true that the -velvet was creased, and that the woolen trousers were well worn, and it -was difficult to guess what had been the original color of the felt hat, -it had been so soaked with rain; but dazzled by so much finery I was -unconscious of the imperfections which were hidden under their aspect. - -When we got back to the inn, to my sorrow and astonishment, Vitalis took -a pair of scissors and cut the two legs of my trousers to the height of -the knees, before he would let me get into them. I looked at him with -round eyes. - -"That's because I don't want you to look like everybody else," he -explained. "When in France I'll dress you like an Italian; when in -Italy, like a French boy." - -I was still more amazed. - -"We are _artistes_, are we not? Well, we must not dress like the -ordinary folk. If we went about dressed like the country people, do you -think anybody would look at us? Should we get a crowd around us when we -stop? No! Appearances count for a great deal in life." - -I was a French boy in the morning, and by night I had become an Italian. -My trousers reached my knees. Vitalis interlaced red cords all down my -stockings and twisted some red ribbon all over my felt hat, and then -decorated it with a bunch of woolen flowers. - -I don't know what others thought of me, but to be frank I must admit -that I thought I looked superb; and Capi was of the same opinion, for he -stared at me for a long time, then held out his paw with a satisfied -air. I was glad to have Capi's approval, which was all the more -agreeable, because, during the time I had been dressing, Pretty-Heart -had seated himself opposite to me, and with exaggerated airs had -imitated every movement I had made, and when I was finished put his -hands on his hips, threw back his head, and laughed mockingly. - -It is a scientific question as to whether monkeys laugh or not. I lived -on familiar terms with Pretty-Heart for a long time, and I know that he -certainly did laugh and often in a way that was most humiliating to me. -Of course, he did not laugh like a man, but when something amused him, -he would draw back the corners of his mouth, screw up his eyes, and work -his jaws rapidly, while his black eyes seemed to dart flames. - -"Now you're ready," said Vitalis, as I placed my hat on my head, "and -we'll get to work, because to-morrow is market day and we must give a -performance. You must play in a comedy with the two dogs and -Pretty-Heart." - -"But I don't know how to play a comedy," I cried, scared. - -"That is why I am going to teach you. You can't know unless you learn. -These animals have studied hard to learn their part. It has been hard -work for them; but now see how clever they are. The piece we are going -to play is called, 'Mr. Pretty-Heart's Servant, or The Fool is not -Always the One You Would Think.' Now this is it: Mr. Pretty-Heart's -servant, whose name is Capi, is about to leave him because he is getting -old. And Capi has promised his master that before he leaves he will get -him another servant. Now this successor is not to be a dog, it is to be -a boy, a country boy named Remi." - -"Oh...." - -"You have just come from the country to take a position with Mr. -Pretty-Heart." - -"Monkeys don't have servants." - -"In plays they have. Well, you've come straight from your village and -your new master thinks that you're a fool." - -"Oh, I don't like that!" - -"What does that matter if it makes the people laugh? Well, you have come -to this gentleman to be his servant and you are told to set the table. -Here is one like we shall use in the play; go and set it." - -On this table there were plates, a glass, a knife, a fork, and a white -tablecloth. How could I arrange all those things? As I pondered over -this question, leaning forward with hands stretched out and mouth open, -not knowing where to begin, my master clapped his hands and laughed -heartily. - -"Bravo!" he cried, "bravo! that's perfect. The boy I had before put on a -sly expression as much as to say, 'See what a fool I can make of -myself'; you are natural; that is splendid." - -"But I don't know what I have to do." - -"That's why you are so good! After you do know, you will have to pretend -just what you are feeling now. If you can get that same expression and -stand just like you are standing now, you'll be a great success. To play -this part to perfection you have only to act and look as you do at this -moment." - -"Mr. Pretty-Heart's Servant" was not a great play. The performance -lasted not more than twenty minutes. Vitalis made us do it over and over -again, the dogs and I. - -I was surprised to see our master so patient. I had seen the animals in -my village treated with oaths and blows when they could not learn. -Although the lesson lasted a long time, not once did he get angry, not -once did he swear. - -"Now do that over again," he said severely, when a mistake had been -made. "That is bad, Capi. I'll scold you, Pretty-Heart, if you don't pay -attention." - -And that was all, but yet it was enough. - -"Take the dogs for an example," he said, while teaching me; "compare -them with Pretty-Heart. Pretty-Heart has, perhaps, vivacity and -intelligence, but he has no patience. He learns easily what he is -taught, but he forgets it at once; besides he never does what he is told -willingly. He likes to do just the contrary. That is his nature, and -that is why I do not get angry with him; monkeys have not the same -conscience that a dog has; they don't understand the meaning of the word -'duty,' and that is why they are inferior to the dog. Do you understand -that?" - -"I think so." - -"You are intelligent and attentive. Be obedient, do your best in what -you have to do. Remember that all through life." - -Talking to him so, I summoned up courage to ask him about what had so -astonished me during the rehearsal: how could he be so wonderfully -patient with the dogs, the monkey, and myself? - -He smiled. - -"One can see that you have lived only with peasants who are rough with -animals, and think that they can only be made to obey by having a stick -held over their heads. A great mistake. One gains very little by being -cruel, but one can obtain a lot, if not all, by gentleness. It is -because I am never unkind to my animals that they are what they are. If -I had beaten them they would be frightened creatures; fear paralyzes -the intelligence. Besides, if I gave way to temper I should not be what -I am; I could not have acquired this patience which has won their -confidence. That shows that who instructs others, instructs himself. As -I have given lessons to my animals, so I have received lessons from -them. I have developed their intelligence; they have formed my -character." - -I laughed. This seemed strange to me. - -"You find that odd," he continued; "odd that a dog could give a lesson -to a man, yet it is true. The master is obliged to watch over himself -when he undertakes to teach a dog. The dog takes after the master. Show -me your dog and I'll tell you what you are. The criminal has a dog who -is a rogue. The burglar's dog is a thief; the country yokel has a -stupid, unintelligent dog. A kind, thoughtful man has a good dog." - -I was very nervous at the thought of appearing before the public the -next day. The dogs and the monkey had the advantage over me, they had -played before, hundreds of times. What would Vitalis say if I did not -play my part well? What would the audience say? I was so worried that, -when at last I dropped off to sleep, I could see in my dreams a crowd of -people holding their sides with laughter because I was such a fool. - -I was even more nervous the next day, when we marched off in a -procession to the market place, where we were to give our performance. -Vitalis led the way. Holding his head high and with chest thrown out, he -kept time with his arms and feet while gayly playing his fife. Behind -him came Capi, carrying Pretty-Heart on his back, wearing the uniform of -an English general, a red coat and trousers trimmed with gold braid and -helmet topped with a plume. Zerbino and Dulcie came next, at a -respectful distance. I brought up the rear. Our procession took up some -length as we had to walk a certain space apart. The piercing notes of -the fife brought the people running from their houses. Scores of -children ran behind us, and by the time we had reached the square, there -was a great crowd. Our theater was quickly arranged. A rope was fastened -to four trees and in the middle of this square we took our places. - -The first numbers on the program consisted of various tricks performed -by the dogs. I had not the slightest notion what they did. I was so -nervous and taken up in repeating my own part. All that I remember was -that Vitalis put aside his fife and took his violin and played -accompaniments to the dogs' maneuvers; sometimes it was dance music, -sometimes sentimental airs. - -The tricks over, Capi took a metal cup between his teeth and began to go -the round of the "distinguished audience." When a spectator failed to -drop a coin in, he put his two fore paws upon the reluctant giver's -pocket, barked three times, then tapped the pocket with his paw. At -this every one laughed and shouted with delight. - -"If that ain't a cunning spaniel! He knows who's got money and who -hasn't!" - -"Say, out with it!" - -"He'll give something!" - -"Not he!" - -"And his uncle left him a legacy! The stingy cuss!" - -And, finally, a penny was dug out of a deep pocket and thrown into the -cup. During this time, Vitalis, without saying a word, but with his eyes -following Capi, gayly played his violin. Soon Capi returned to his -master, proudly carrying the full cup. - -Now for the comedy. - -"Ladies and gentlemen," said Vitalis, gesticulating with his bow in one -hand and his violin in the other, "we are going to give a delightful -comedy, called 'Mr. Pretty-Heart's Servant, or the Fool is not Always -the One You Would Think.' A man of my standing does not lower himself by -praising his plays and actors in advance. All I have to say is look, -listen, and be ready to applaud." - -What Vitalis called a delightful comedy was really a pantomime; -naturally it had to be for the very good reason that two of its -principals, Pretty-Heart and Capi, could not speak, and the third, -myself, was incapable of uttering two words. However, so that the -audience would clearly understand the play, Vitalis explained the -various situations, as the piece progressed. For instance, striking up a -warlike air, he announced the entrance of General Pretty-Heart, who had -won his high rank in various battles in India. Up to that day General -Pretty-Heart had only had Capi for a servant, but he now wished to have -a human being as his means allowed him this luxury. For a long time -animals had been the slaves of men, but it was time that such was -changed! - -While waiting for the servant to arrive, the General walked up and down, -smoking his cigar. You should see the way he blew the smoke into the -onlookers' faces! Becoming impatient, he began to roll his eyes like a -man who is about to have a fit of temper. He bit his lips, and stamped -on the ground. At the third stamp I had to make my appearance on the -scene, led by Capi. If I had forgotten my part the dog would have -reminded me. At a given moment he held out his paw to me and introduced -me to the General. The latter, upon noticing me, held up his two hands -in despair. What! Was that the servant they had procured for him. Then -he came and looked pertly up into my face, and walked around me, -shrugging his shoulders. His expression was so comical that every one -burst out laughing. They quite understood that the monkey thought I was -a fool. The spectators thought that also. The piece was made to show how -dense was my stupidity, while every opportunity was afforded the monkey -to show his sagacity and intelligence. After having examined me -thoroughly, the General, out of pity, decided to keep me. He pointed to -a table that was already set for luncheon, and signed to me to take my -seat. - -"The General thinks that after his servant has had something to eat he -won't be such an idiot," explained Vitalis. - -I sat down at the little table; a table napkin was placed on my plate. -What was I to do with the napkin? - -Capi made a sign for me to use it. After looking at it thoughtfully for -a moment, I blew my nose. Then the General held his sides with laughter, -and Capi fell over with his four paws up in the air, upset at my -stupidity. - -Seeing that I had made a mistake, I stared again at the table napkin, -wondering what I was to do with it. Then I had an idea. I rolled it up -and made a necktie for myself. More laughter from the General. Another -fall from Capi, his paws in the air. - -Then, finally overcome with exasperation, the General dragged me from -the chair, seated himself at my place, and ate up the meal that had been -prepared for me. - -Ah! he knew how to use a table napkin! How gracefully he tucked it into -his uniform, and spread it out upon his knees. And with what an elegant -air he broke his bread and emptied his glass! - -The climax was reached when, luncheon over, he asked for a toothpick, -which he quickly passed between his teeth. At this, applause broke out -on all sides, and the performance ended triumphantly. - -What a fool of a servant and what a wonderful monkey! - -On our way back to the inn Vitalis complimented me, and I was already -such a good comedian that I appreciated this praise from my master. - - - - -CHAPTER VII - -CHILD AND ANIMAL LEARNING - - -Vitalis' small group of actors were certainly very clever, but their -talent was not very versatile. For this reason we were not able to -remain long in the same town. Three days after our arrival in Ussel we -were on our way again. Where were we going? I had grown bold enough to -put this question to my master. - -"Do you know this part of the country?" he asked, looking at me. - -"No." - -"Then why do you ask where we are going?" - -"So as to know." - -"To know what?" - -I was silent. - -"Do you know how to read?" he asked, after looking thoughtfully at me -for a moment. - -"No." - -"Then I'll teach you from a book the names and all about the towns -through which we travel. It will be like having a story told to you." - -I had been brought up in utter ignorance. True, I had been sent to the -village school for one month, but during this month I had never once had -a book in my hand. At the time of which I write, there were many -villages in France that did not even boast of a school, and in some, -where there was a schoolmaster, either he knew nothing, or he had some -other occupation and could give little attention to the children -confided to his care. - -This was the case with the master of our village school. I do not mean -to say that he was ignorant, but during the month that I attended his -school, he did not give us one single lesson. He had something else to -do. By trade he was a shoe-maker, or rather, a clog maker, for no one -bought shoes from him. He sat at his bench all day, shaving pieces of -beech wood into clogs. So I learnt absolutely nothing at school, not -even my alphabet. - -"Is it difficult to read?" I asked, after we had walked some time in -silence. - -"Have you got a hard head?" - -"I don't know, but I'd like to learn if you'll teach me." - -"Well, we'll see about that. We've plenty of time ahead of us." - -Time ahead of us! Why not commence at once? I did not know how difficult -it was to learn to read. I thought that I just had to open a book and, -almost at once, know what it contained. - -The next day, as we were walking along, Vitalis stooped down and picked -up a piece of wood covered with dust. - -"See, this is the book from which you are going to learn to read," he -said. - -A book! A piece of wood! I looked at him to see if he were joking. But -he looked quite serious. I stared at the bit of wood. It was as long as -my arm and as wide as my two hands. There was no inscription or drawing -on it. - -"Wait until we get to those trees down there, where we'll rest," said -Vitalis, smiling at my astonishment. "I'll show you how I'm going to -teach you to read from this." - -When we got to the trees we threw our bags on the ground and sat down on -the green grass with the daisies growing here and there. Pretty-Heart, -having got rid of his chain, sprang up into a tree and shook the -branches one after the other, as though he were making nuts fall. The -dogs lay down beside us. Vitalis took out his knife and, after having -smoothed the wood on both sides, began to cut tiny pieces, twelve all of -equal size. - -"I am going to carve a letter out of each piece of wood," he said, -looking up at me. I had not taken my eyes off of him. "You will learn -these letters from their shapes, and when you are able to tell me what -they are, at first sight, I'll form them into words. When you can read -the words, then you shall learn from a book." - -I soon had my pockets full of little bits of wood, and was not long in -learning the letters of the alphabet, but to know how to read was quite -another thing. I could not get along very fast, and often I regretted -having expressed a wish to learn. I must say, however, it was not -because I was lazy, it was pride. - -While teaching me my letters Vitalis thought that he would teach Capi -at the same time. If a dog could learn to tell the hour from a watch, -why could he not learn the letters? The pieces of wood were all spread -out on the grass, and he was taught that with his paw he must draw out -the letter for which he was asked. - -At first I made more progress than he, but if I had quicker -intelligence, he had better memory. Once he learnt a thing he knew it -always. He did not forget. When I made a mistake Vitalis would say: - -"Capi will learn to read before you, Remi." - -And Capi, evidently understanding, proudly shook his tail. - -I was so hurt that I applied myself to the task with all my heart, and -while the poor dog could get no farther than pulling out the four -letters which spelled his name, I finally learned to read from a book. - -"Now that you know how to read words, how would you like to read music?" -asked Vitalis. - -"If I knew how to read music could I sing like you?" I asked. - -"Ah, so you would like to sing like me," he answered. - -"I know that would be impossible, but I'd like to sing a little." - -"Do you like to hear me sing, then?" - -"I like it more than anything. It is better than the nightingales, but -it's not like their song at all. When you sing, sometimes I want to -cry, and sometimes I want to laugh. Don't think me silly, master, but -when you sing those songs, I think that I am back with dear Mother -Barberin. If I shut my eyes I can see her again in our little house, and -yet I don't know the words you sing, because they are Italian." - -I looked up at him and saw the tears standing in his eyes; then I -stopped and asked him if what I had said hurt him. - -"No, my child," he said, his voice shaking, "you do not pain me; on the -contrary, you take me back to my younger days. Yes, I will teach you to -sing, little Remi, and, as you have a heart, you also will make people -weep with your songs." - -He stopped suddenly, and I felt that he did not wish to say more at that -moment. I did not know the reason why he should feel sad. - -The next day he cut out little pieces of wood for the music notes the -same as he had for the letters. The notes were more complicated than the -alphabet, and this time I found it much harder and more tedious to -learn. Vitalis, so patient with the dogs, more than once lost patience -with me. - -"With an animal," he cried, "one controls oneself, because one is -dealing with a poor dumb creature, but you are enough to drive me mad!" -He threw up his hands dramatically. - -Pretty-Heart, who took special delight in imitating gestures he thought -funny, mimicked my master, and as the monkey was present at my lessons -every day, I had the humiliation to see him lift his arms in despair -every time I hesitated. - -"See, Pretty-Heart is even mocking you," cried Vitalis. - -If I had dared, I would have said that he mocked the master just as much -as the pupil, but respect, as well as a certain fear, forbade me. - -Finally, after many weeks of study, I was able to sing an air from a -piece of paper that Vitalis himself had written. That day my master did -not throw up his hands, but instead, patted me on the cheek, declaring -that if I continued thus I should certainly become a great singer. - - - - -CHAPTER VIII - -ONE WHO HAD KNOWN A KING - - -Our mode of traveling was very simple: We went straight ahead, anywhere, -and when we found a village, which from the distance looked sufficiently -important, we began preparations for a triumphal entry. I dressed the -dogs, and combed Dulcie's hair; stuck a plaster over Capi's eye when he -was playing the part of an old grouchy man, and forced Pretty-Heart into -his General's uniform. That was the most difficult thing I had to do, -for the monkey, who knew well enough that this was a prelude to work for -him, invented the oddest tricks to prevent me from dressing him. Then I -was forced to call Capi to come to my aid, and between the two of us we -finally managed to subdue him. - -The company all dressed, Vitalis took his fife and we went in marching -order into the village. If the number of people who trooped behind us -was sufficient, we gave a performance, but if we had only a few -stragglers, we did not think it worth our while to stop, so continued on -our way. When we stayed several days in a town, Vitalis would let me go -about alone if Capi was with me. He trusted me with Capi. - -"You are traveling through France at the age when most boys are at -school," he once said to me; "open your eyes, look and learn. When you -see something that you do not understand, do not be afraid to ask me -questions. I have not always been what you see me now. I have learnt -many other things." - -"What?" - -"We will speak of that later. For the present listen to my advice, and -when you grow up I hope you will think with a little gratitude of the -poor musician of whom you were so afraid when he took you from your -adopted mother. The change may not be bad for you after all." - -I wondered what my master had been in the days gone by. - -We tramped on until we came to the plains of Quercy, which were very -flat and desolate. There was not a brook, pond, or river to be seen. In -the middle of the plain we came to a small village called Bastide-Murat. -We spent the night in a barn belonging to the inn. - -"It was here in this village," said Vitalis, "and probably in this inn, -that a man was born who led thousands of soldiers to battle and who, -having commenced his life as a stable boy, afterwards became a king. His -name was Murat. They called him a hero, and they named this village -after him. I knew him and often talked with him." - -"When he was a stable boy?" - -"No," replied Vitalis, laughing, "when he was a king. This is the first -time I have been in this part of the country. I knew him in Naples, -where he was king." - -"You have known a king!" - -The tone in which I said this must have been rather comical, for my -master laughed heartily. - -We were seated on a bench before the stable door, our backs against the -wall, which, was still hot from the sun's rays. The locusts were -chanting their monotonous song in a great sycamore which covered us with -its branches. Over the tops of the houses the full moon, which had just -appeared, rose gently in the heavens. The night seemed all the more -beautiful because the day had been scorchingly hot. - -"Do you want to go to bed?" asked Vitalis, "or would you like me to tell -you the story of King Murat?" - -"Oh, tell me the story!" - -Then he told me the story of Joachim Murat; for hours we sat on the -bench. As he talked, the pale light from the moon fell across him, and I -listened in rapt attention, my eyes fixed on his face. I had not heard -this story before. Who would have told me? Not Mother Barberin, surely! -She did not know anything about it. She was born at Chavanon, and would -probably die there. Her mind had never traveled farther than her eyes. - -My master had seen a king, and this king had spoken to him! What was my -master in his youth, and how had he become what I saw him now in his -old age?... - -We had been tramping since morning. Vitalis had said that we should -reach a village by night where we could sleep, but night had come, and I -saw no signs of this village, no smoke in the distance to indicate that -we were near a house. I could see nothing but a stretch of plains ahead -of us. I was tired, and longed to go to sleep. Vitalis was tired also. -He wanted to stop and rest by the roadside, but instead of sitting down -beside him, I told him that I would climb a hill that was on the left of -us and see if I could make out a village. I called Capi, but Capi also -was tired, and turned a deaf ear to my call; this he usually did when he -did not wish to obey me. - -"Are you afraid?" asked Vitalis. - -His question made me start off at once, alone. - -Night had fallen. There was no moon, but the twinkling stars in the sky -threw their light on a misty atmosphere. The various things around me -seemed to take on a strange, weird form in the dim light. Wild furze -grew in bushes beside some huge stones which, towering above me, seemed -as though they turned to look at me. The higher I climbed, the thicker -became the trees and shrubs, their tops passing over my head and -interlacing. Sometimes I had to crawl through them to get by. Yet I was -determined to get to the top of the hill. But, when at last I did, and -gazed around, I could see no light anywhere; nothing but strange shadows -and forms, and great trees which seemed to hold out their branches to -me, like arms ready to enfold me. - -I listened to see if I could catch the bark of a dog, or the bellow of a -cow, but all was silent. With my ear on the alert, scarcely breathing so -as to hear better, I stood quiet for a moment. Then I began to tremble, -the silence of this lonely, uncultivated country frightened me. Of what -was I frightened? The silence probably ... the night ... anyhow, a -nameless fear was creeping over me. My heart beat quickly, as though -some danger was near. I glanced fearfully around me, and then in the -distance I saw a great form moving amongst the trees. At the same time I -could hear the rustling of branches. I tried to tell myself that it was -fear that made me fancy I saw something unusual. Perhaps it was a shrub, -a branch. But then, the branches were moving and there was not a breath -of wind or a breeze that could shake them. They could not move unless -swayed by the breeze or touched by some one. - -Some one? - -No, this great, dark form that was coming towards me could not be a -man--some kind of animal that I did not know, or an immense night bird, -a gigantic spider, hovering over the tops of the trees. What was -certain, this creature had legs of unusual length, which brought it -along with amazing bounds. Seeing this, I quickly found my own legs, and -rushed down the hill towards Vitalis. But, strange to say, I made less -haste going down than I had in climbing up. I threw myself into the -thick of the thistles and brambles, scratching myself at every step. -Scrambling out of a prickly bush I took a glance back. The animal was -coming nearer! It was almost upon me! - -Fortunately, I had reached the bottom of the hill and I could run -quicker across the grass. Although I raced at the top of my speed, the -Thing was gaining upon me. There was no need for me to look behind, I -knew that it was just at the back of me. I could scarcely breathe. My -race had almost exhausted me; my breath came in gasps. I made one final -effort and fell sprawling at Vitalis' feet. I could only repeat two -words: - -"The beast! the beast!" - -Above the loud barking of the dogs, I heard a hearty peal of laughter. -At the same time my master put his hands on my shoulders and forced me -to look round. - -"You goose," he cried, still laughing, "look up and see it." - -His laugh, more than his words, brought me to my senses. I opened one -eye, then the other, and looked where he was pointing. The apparition, -which had so frightened me, had stopped and was standing still in the -road. At the sight of it again, I must confess, I began to shake, but I -was with Vitalis and the dogs were beside me. I was not alone up there -in the trees.... I looked up boldly and fixed my eyes on the Thing. - -Was it an animal or a man? It had the body, the head, and arms like a -man, but the shaggy skin which covered it, and the two long thin legs -upon which it seemed to poise, looked as though they belonged to an -animal. - -Although the night was dark, I could see this, for the silhouette of -this dark form stood out against the starry sky. I should have remained -a long time undecided as to what it was, if my master had not spoken to -it. - -"Can you tell me if we are far from the village?" he asked, politely. - -He was a man, then, if one could speak to him! What was my astonishment -when the animal said that there were no houses near, but an inn to which -he would take us. If he could talk, why did he have paws? - -If I had had the courage, I would have gone up to him to see how his -paws were made, but I was still somewhat afraid, so I picked up my bag -and followed my master, without saying a word. - -"You see now what scared you so," Vitalis said, laughing, as we went on -our way. - -"But I don't know what it is, yet. Are there giants in this part of the -country, then?" - -"Yes, when men are standing on stilts." - -Then he explained to me that the Landais, so as to get over the marshy -plains, and not sink in up to their hips, stride about the country on -stilts. - -What a goose I had been! - - - - -CHAPTER IX - -ARRESTED - - -I had a pleasant remembrance of Pau, the beautiful winter resort where -the wind scarcely ever blew. We stayed there the whole winter, for we -were taking in quite a lot of money. Our audience consisted mostly of -children, and they were never tired if we did give the same performance -over and over again. They were children of the rich, mostly English and -American. Fat little boys, with ruddy skins, and pretty little girls -with soft eyes almost as beautiful as Dulcie's. It was from these -children that I got a taste for candy, for they always came with their -pockets stuffed with sweets which they divided between Pretty-Heart, the -dogs, and myself. But when the spring approached our audience grew -smaller. One by one, two by two, the little ones came to shake hands -with Pretty-Heart, Capi, and Dulcie. They had come to say good-by. They -were going away. So we also had to leave the beautiful winter resort and -take up our wandering life again. - -For a long time, I do not know how many days or weeks, we went through -valleys, over hills, leaving behind the bluish top of the Pyrenees, -which now looked like a mass of clouds. - -Then one night we came to a great town with ugly red brick houses and -with streets paved with little pointed stones, hard to the feet of -travelers who had walked a dozen miles a day. My master told me that we -were in Toulouse and that we should stay there for a long time. As -usual, the first thing we did was to look about for a suitable place to -hold the next day's performance. Suitable places were not lacking, -especially near the Botanical Gardens, where there is a beautiful lawn -shaded with big trees and a wide avenue leading to it. It was in one of -the side walks that we gave our first performance. - -A policeman stood by while we arranged our things. He seemed annoyed, -either because he did not like dogs, or because he thought we had no -business there; he tried to send us away. It would have been better if -we had gone. We were not strong enough to hold out against the police, -but my master did not think so. Although he was an old man, strolling -about the country with his dogs, he was very proud. He considered that -as he was not breaking the law, he should have police protection, so -when the officer wanted to send us away, he refused to leave. - -Vitalis was very polite; in fact he carried his Italian politeness to -the extreme. One might have thought that he was addressing some high and -mighty personage. - -"The illustrious gentleman, who represents the police authority," he -said, taking off his hat and bowing low to the policeman, "can he show -me an order emanating from the said authority, which states that it is -forbidden for poor strolling players, like ourselves, to carry on their -humble profession on a public square?" - -The policeman replied that he would have no argument. We must obey. - -"Certainly," replied Vitalis, "and I promise that I will do as you order -as soon as you let me know by what authority you issue it." - -That day the officer turned on his heels, and my master, with hat in -hand, body bent low, smilingly bowed to the retreating form. - -But the next day the representative of the law returned, and jumping -over the ropes which inclosed our theater, he sprang into the middle of -the performance. - -"Muzzle those dogs," he said roughly to Vitalis. - -"Muzzle my dogs!" - -"It's an order of the law, you ought to know that!" - -The spectators began to protest. - -"Don't interrupt!" - -"Let him finish the show, cop!" - -Vitalis then took off his felt hat, and with his plumes sweeping the -ground, he made three stately bows to the officer. - -"The illustrious gentleman representing the law, does he tell me that I -must muzzle my actors?" he asked. - -"Yes, and be quick about it!" - -"Muzzle Capi, Zerbino, and Dulcie," cried Vitalis, addressing himself -more to the audience than to the officer; "how can the great physician, -Capi, known throughout the universe, prescribe a cure for Mr. -Pretty-Heart, if the said physician wears a muzzle on the end of his -nose?" - -The children and parents began to laugh. Vitalis encouraged by the -applause, continued: - -"And how can the charming nurse, Dulcie, use her eloquence to persuade -the patient to take the horrible medicine which is to relieve him of his -pains if I am forced to carry out this cruel order of the law? I ask the -audience if this is fair?" - -The clapping of hands and shouts of laughter from the onlookers was -answer enough. They cheered Vitalis and hooted the policeman and, above -all, they were amused at the grimaces Pretty-Heart was making. He had -taken his place behind the "illustrious gentleman who represented the -law," and was making ridiculous grimaces behind his back. The officer -crossed his arms, then uncrossed them and stuck his fists on his hips -and threw back his head, so did the monkey. The onlookers screamed with -laughter. - -The officer turned round suddenly to see what amused them, and saw the -monkey striking his own attitude to perfection. For some moments the -monkey and the man stared at each other. It was a question which would -lower his eyes first. The crowd yelled with delight. - -"If your dogs are not muzzled to-morrow," cried the policeman, angrily -shaking his first, "you'll be arrested. That's all." - -"Good-day, until to-morrow, Signor," said Vitalis, bowing, "until -to-morrow...." - -As the officer strode away, Vitalis stood with his body almost bent to -the ground in mock respect. - -I thought that he would buy some muzzles for the dogs, but he did -nothing of the kind, and the evening passed without him even mentioning -his quarrel with the policeman. I decided at last to broach the subject -myself. - -"If you don't want Capi to tear off his muzzle to-morrow during the -performance," I said, "I think it would be a good thing to put it on him -beforehand, and let him get used to it. We can teach him that he must -keep it on." - -"You think I am going to put one of those things on their little noses?" - -"The officer is down on us." - -"You are only a country boy. Like all peasants you are afraid of a -policeman. - -"Don't worry," he added, "I'll have matters arranged to-morrow so that -the policeman can't have me arrested, and at the same time so that the -dogs won't be uncomfortable. On the other hand, the public shall be -amused a bit. This officer should be the means of bringing us some more -money and, in the bargain, play the comic rôle in the piece that I shall -prepare for him. Now, to-morrow, you are to go there alone with -Pretty-Heart. You will arrange the ropes, and play a few pieces on your -harp, and when you have a large audience the officer will arrive on the -scene. I will make my appearance with the dogs. Then the farce will -commence." - -I did not at all like going alone the next day, but I knew that my -master must be obeyed. - -As soon as I got to our usual place I roped off an inclosure and -commenced to play. The people came from all parts and crowded outside -the ropes. By now I had learnt to play the harp and sing very well. -Amongst other songs, I had learnt a Neapolitan _canzonetta_ which was -always greatly applauded. But to-day I knew that the crowd had not come -to pay tribute to my talent. All who had witnessed the dispute with the -officer the day before were present, and had brought their friends with -them. The police are not liked at Toulouse, and the public were curious -to see how the old Italian would come out, and what significance was -attached to his parting words, "Until to-morrow, Signor." Several of the -spectators, seeing me alone with Pretty-Heart, interrupted my song to -ask if the "old Italian" was coming. - -I nodded. The policeman arrived. Pretty-Heart saw him first. He at once -put his clenched hands on his hips and began trotting around in a -ridiculously important manner. The crowd laughed at his antics and -clapped their hands. The officer glared at me angrily. - -How was it going to end? I was rather ill at ease. If Vitalis were there -he could reply to the officer. But I was alone. If he ordered me away, -what should I say? - -The policeman strode back and forth outside the ropes, and when he -passed near me, he had a way of looking at me over his shoulder that did -not reassure me. - -Pretty-Heart did not understand the seriousness of the situation, so he -gleefully strutted along inside the ropes, side by side with the -officer, mimicking his every movement. As he passed me, he also looked -at me over his shoulder in such a comical manner that the people laughed -still louder. - -I thought the matter had gone far enough, so I called Pretty-Heart, but -he was in no mood to obey, and continued his walk, running and dodging -me when I tried to catch him. I don't know how it happened, but the -policeman, probably mad with rage, thought that I was encouraging the -monkey, for he quickly jumped the ropes. In a moment he was upon me, and -had knocked me to the ground with one blow. When I opened my eyes and -got to my feet Vitalis, who had sprung from I don't know where, stood -before me. He had just seized the policeman's wrist. - -"I forbid you to strike that child," he cried, "what a cowardly thing to -do!" - -For some moments the two men looked at each other. The officer was -purple with rage. My master was superb. He held his beautiful white head -high; his face expressed indignation and command. His look was enough to -make the policeman sink into the earth, but he did nothing of the kind. -He wrenched his hand free, seized my master by the collar and roughly -pushed him before him. Vitalis stumbled and almost fell, but he drew -himself up quickly and with his free hand struck the officer on the -wrist. My master was a strong man, but still he was an old man, and the -policeman was young and robust. I saw how a struggle would end. But -there was no struggle. - -"You come along with me," said the officer, "you're under arrest." - -"Why did you strike that child?" demanded Vitalis. - -"No talk. Follow me." - -Vitalis did not reply, but turned round to me. - -"Go back to the inn," he said, "and stay there with the dogs. I'll send -word to you." - -He had no chance to say more, for the officer dragged him off. So ended -the performance that my poor master had wanted to make amusing. The dogs -at first had followed their master, but I called them back, and -accustomed to obey, they returned to me. I noticed that they were -muzzled, but instead of their faces being inclosed in the usual -dog-muzzle, they simply wore a pretty piece of silk fastened round their -noses and tied under their chins. Capi, who was white, wore red; -Zerbino, who was black, wore white, and Dulcie, who was gray, wore blue. -My poor master had thus carried out the order of the law. - -The public had quickly dispersed. A few stragglers remained to discuss -what had happened. - -"The old man was right." - -"He was wrong." - -"Why did the cop strike the boy? He did nothing to him; never said a -word." - -"Bad business. The old fellow will go to jail, for sure!" - -I went back to the inn, depressed. I had grown very fond of my master, -more and more every day. We lived the same life together from morning -till night, and often from night to morning, when we had to sleep on the -same bed of straw. No father could have shown more care for his child -than he showed for me. He had taught me to read, to sing, and to write. -During our long tramps he gave me lessons, first on one subject then on -another. On very cold days he shared his coverings with me, on hot days -he had always helped me carry the bags, and the various things which I -was supposed to carry. And when we ate he never served me the worst -piece, keeping the best for himself; on the contrary, he shared it -equally, the good and the bad. It is true, he sometimes pulled my ears -more roughly than I liked, but if I needed the correction, what of that? -In a word, I loved him, and he loved me. For how long would they send -him to prison? What should I do during that time? How should I live? - -Vitalis was in the habit of carrying his money on him, and he had not -had time to give me anything before he was dragged off. I had only a -few sous in my pocket. Would it be enough to buy food for Pretty-Heart, -the dogs, and myself? I spent the next two days in agony, not daring to -leave the inn. The monkey and the dogs were also very downcast. At last, -on the third day, a man brought me a letter from him. Vitalis wrote me -that on the following Saturday he was to be tried for resisting police -authority, and for attacking an officer. - -"I was wrong to get into a temper," he wrote. "This may cost me dearly, -but it is too late now. Come to the court, you will learn a lesson." -Then he gave me some advice, and sent his love to me, telling me to -caress the animals for him. - -While I was reading the letter, Capi, standing between my feet, put his -nose to the paper, and sniffed it. I could see by the way he wagged his -tail that he knew it had come from his master. This was the first time -in three days that he had showed any signs of joy. - -I got to the court early on Saturday morning. Many of the people who had -witnessed the scene with the policeman were present. I was so scared at -being in court, that I got behind a large stove and squeezed up as small -as I could against the wall. Some men who had been arrested for robbery, -others for fighting, were tried first. All said that they were innocent, -but all were found guilty. At last Vitalis was brought in. He sat down -on a bench between two policemen. What he said at first, and what they -asked him, I scarcely knew, my emotion was so great. I stared at -Vitalis; he stood upright, his white head thrown back. He looked ashamed -and worried. I looked at the judge. - -"You gave blows to the officer who arrested you," said the judge. - -"Not blows, your Honor," said Vitalis, "I only struck once. When I got -to the place where we were to give our performance, I was just in time -to see the officer fell a child to the ground with a blow, the little -boy who is with me." - -"The child is not yours." - -"No, but I love him as my own son. When I saw him struck I lost my -temper and seized the policeman's arm so that he could not strike -again." - -"You struck him?" - -"When he laid his hands on me I thought of him only as a man, not as a -police officer." - -The officer then said what he had to say. - -Vitalis' eyes roamed around the room. I knew that he was looking to see -if I were there, so I decided to come out of my hiding place, and -elbowing through the crowd of people, I came and stood beside him. His -face lit up when he saw me. Presently, the trial ended. He was sentenced -to two months' imprisonment and a fine of one hundred francs. Two -months' prison! The door through which Vitalis had entered was opened. -Through my tears I saw him follow a policeman, and the door closed -behind him. Two months' separation! - -Where should I go? - - - - -CHAPTER X - -HOMELESS - - -When I returned to the inn with heavy heart and red eyes, the landlord -was standing in the yard. I was going to pass him to get to my dogs, but -he stopped me. - -"Well, what about your master?" he asked. - -"He is sentenced." - -"How long?" - -"Two months' prison." - -"How much fine?" - -"One hundred francs." - -"Two months ... one hundred francs," he repeated two or three times. - -I wanted to go on, but again he stopped me. - -"What are you going to do these two months?" - -"I don't know, sir." - -"Oh, you don't know. You've got some money to live on and to buy food -for your animals, I suppose." - -"No, sir." - -"Then do you count on me keeping you?" - -"No, sir, I don't count on any one." - -That was true. I did not count upon any one. - -"Your master already owes me a lot of money," he continued. "I can't -board you for two months without knowing if I shall be paid. You'll -have to go." - -"Go! Where shall I go, sir?" - -"That's not my business. I'm nothing to you. Why should I keep you?" - -For a moment I was dazed. The man was right. Why should he give me -shelter? - -"Come, take your dogs and monkey and get out! Of course, you must leave -your master's bag with me. When he comes out of jail, he'll come here to -get it, and then he can settle his account." - -An idea came to me. - -"As you know he will settle his bill then, can't you keep me until then, -and add what I cost to it?" - -"Ah, ah! Your master might be able to pay for two days' lodging, but two -months! that's a different thing." - -"I'll eat as little as you wish." - -"And your dogs and monkey! No, be off! You'll pick up enough in the -villages." - -"But, sir, how will my master find me when he comes out of prison? He'll -come to look for me here." - -"All you've got to do is to come back on that day." - -"And if he writes to me?" - -"I'll keep the letter." - -"But if I don't answer him?..." - -"Oh, stop your talk. Hurry up and get out! I give you five minutes. If I -find you here when I come out again I'll settle you." - -I knew it was useless to plead with him. I had to "get out." I went to -the stables to get the dogs and Pretty-Heart, then strapping my harp on -my shoulder I left the inn. - -I was in a hurry to get out of town, for my dogs were not muzzled. What -should I say if I met a policeman? That I had no money? It was the -truth; I had only eleven sous in my pocket. That was not enough to buy -muzzles. They might arrest me. If Vitalis and I were both in prison, -whatever would become of the animals? I felt the responsibility of my -position. - -As I walked along quickly the dogs looked up at me in a way I could not -fail to understand. They were hungry. Pretty-Heart, whom I carried, -pulled my ear from time to time to force me to look at him. Then he -rubbed his stomach in a manner that was no less expressive than the -looks the dogs cast at me. I also was hungry. We had had no breakfast. -My eleven sous could not buy enough for dinner and supper, so we should -have to be satisfied with one meal, which, if we took it in the middle -of the day, would serve us for two. - -I wandered along. I did not care where I went; it was all the same to -me, for I did not know the country. The question of finding a place in -which to sleep did not worry me; we could sleep in the open air.... But -to eat! - -We must have walked for about two hours before I dared to stop, and yet -the dogs had looked up at me imploringly and Pretty-Heart had pulled my -ear and rubbed his stomach incessantly. At last I felt that I was far -enough away from the town to have nothing to fear. I went into the first -bakery that I came across. I asked for one pound and a half of bread. - -"You'd do well to take a two-pound loaf," said the woman. "That's not -too much for your menagerie. You must feed the poor dogs." - -Oh, no, it was not too much for my menagerie, but it was too much for my -purse. The bread was five sous a pound; two pounds would cost ten sous. -I did not think it wise to be extravagant before knowing what I was -going to do the next day. I told the woman in an offhand manner that one -pound and a half was quite enough and politely asked her not to cut -more. I left the shop with my bread clutched tightly in my arms. The -dogs jumped joyfully around me. Pretty-Heart pulled my hair and chuckled -with glee. - -We did not go far. At the first tree that we saw I placed my harp -against the trunk and sat down on the grass. The dogs sat opposite me, -Capi in the middle, Dulcie at one side, Zerbino on the other. -Pretty-Heart, who was not tired, stood up on the watch, ready to snatch -the first piece that he could. To eke out the meal was a delicate -matter. I cut the bread into five parts, as near the same size as -possible, and distributed the slices. I gave each a piece in turn, as -though I were dealing cards. Pretty-Heart, who required less food than -we, fared better, for he was quite satisfied while we were still -famished. I took three pieces from his share and hid them in my bag to -give the dogs later. Then, as there still remained a little piece, I -broke it and we each had some; that was for dessert. - -After the meal I felt that the moment had come for me to say a few words -to my companions. Although I was their chief, I did not feel that I was -too much above them not to wish them to take part in the grave situation -in which we found ourselves. - -Capi had probably guessed my intentions, for he sat with his big, -intelligent eyes fixed on me. - -"Yes, Capi," I said, "and you, Dulcie, Zerbino and Pretty-Heart, my -friends, I've bad news for you. We shan't see our master for two whole -months." - -"Ouah," barked Capi. - -"It's bad for him and it's also bad for us, for we depend on him for -everything, and now he's gone, we haven't any money." - -At the mention of the word money, which he perfectly understood, Capi -rose on his hind paws and commenced to trot round as though he were -collecting money from the "distinguished audience." - -"I see you want to give a performance, Capi," I continued; "that's good -advice, but should we make anything? That's the question. We have only -three sous left, so you mustn't get hungry. You've all to be very -obedient; that will make it easier for us all. You must help me all you -can, you dogs and Pretty-Heart. I want to feel that I can count on you." - -I would not make so bold as to say that they understood all I said, but -they got the general idea. They knew by our master's absence that -something serious had happened, and they had expected an explanation -from me. If they did not understand all that I said to them, they were -at least satisfied that I had their welfare at heart, and they showed -their satisfaction by the attention they gave me. - -Attention? Yes, on the part of the dogs only. It was impossible for -Pretty-Heart to keep still for long. He could not fix his mind upon one -subject for more than a minute. During the first part of my discourse he -had listened to me with the greatest interest, but before I had said -twenty words, he had sprung up into a tree, the branches of which hung -over our heads, and was now swinging himself from branch to branch. If -Capi had insulted me in like manner, my pride would certainly have been -hurt; but I was never astonished at anything Pretty-Heart might do. He -was so empty-headed. But after all, it was quite natural that he should -want to have a little fun. I admit that I would liked to have done the -same. I would have gone up that tree with pleasure, but the importance -and dignity of my present office did not permit me any such -distractions. - -After we had rested a while I gave the sign to start. We had to find a -place somewhere to lie down for the night and gain a few sous for our -food for the next day. We walked for one hour, then came in sight of a -village. I quickly dressed my troop, and in as good marching order as -possible we made our entry. Unfortunately, we had no fife and we lacked -Vitalis' fine, commanding presence. Like a drum major, he always -attracted the eye. I had not the advantage of being tall, nor was I -possessed of a wonderful head. Quite the reverse, I was small and thin -and I must have worn a very anxious look. While marching I glanced to -the right and to the left to see what effect we were producing. Very -little, I regret to say. No one followed us. Upon reaching the small -square upon which was a fountain shaded with trees, I took my harp and -commenced to play a waltz. The music was gay, my fingers were light, but -my heart was heavy. - -I told Zerbino and Dulcie to waltz together. They obeyed me at once and -commenced to whirl round, keeping time. But no one put themselves out to -come and see us, and yet in the doorways I saw several women knitting -and talking. I continued to play, Zerbino and Dulcie went on with their -waltz. Perhaps if one decided to come over to us, a second would come, -then more and more. - -I played on and on, Zerbino and Dulcie went round and round, but the -women in the doorways did not even look over at us. It was discouraging. -But I was determined not to be discouraged. I played with all my might, -making the cords of my harp vibrate, almost to breaking them. Suddenly a -little child, taking its first steps, trotted from his home and came -towards us. No doubt the mother would follow him, and after the mother a -friend would come, and we should have an audience, and then a little -money. - -I played more softly so as not to frighten the baby, and also to entice -him to come nearer. With hands held out and swaying first on one foot, -then on the other, he came on slowly. A few steps more and he would have -reached us, but at that moment the mother looked round. She saw her baby -at once. But instead of running after him as I had thought she would, -she called to him, and the child obediently turned round and went back -to her. Perhaps these people did not like dance music; it was quite -possible. - -I told Zerbino and Dulcie to lie down, and I began to sing my -_canzonetta_. Never did I try so hard to please. - -I had reached the end of the second line, when I saw a man in a round -jacket, and I felt that he was coming towards me. At last! I tried to -sing with even more fervor. - -"Hello, what are you doing here, young rogue?" he cried. - -I stopped, amazed at his words, and watched him coming nearer, with my -mouth open. - -"What are you doing here, I say?" - -"Singing, sir." - -"Have you got permission to sing on a public square in our village?" - -"No, sir." - -"Well, be off; if you don't I'll have you arrested." - -"But, sir...." - -"Be off, you little beggar." - -I knew from my poor master's example what it would cost me if I went -against the town authorities. I did not make him repeat his order; I -hurried off. - -Beggar! That was not fair. I had not begged; I had sung. In five minutes -I had left behind me this inhospitable, but well guarded, village. My -dogs followed me with their heads lowered, and their tails between their -legs. They certainly knew that some bad luck had befallen us. Capi, from -time to time, went ahead of us and turned round to look at me -questioningly with his intelligent eyes. Any one else in his place would -have questioned me, but Capi was too well bred to be indiscreet. I saw -his lip tremble in the effort he made to keep back his protests. - -When we were far enough away from the village, I signed to them to stop, -and the three dogs made a circle round me, Capi in the middle, his eyes -on mine. - -"As we had no permission to play, they sent us away," I explained. - -"Well, then?" asked Capi, with a wag of his head. - -"So then we shall have to sleep in the open air and go without supper." - -At the word "supper" there was a general bark. I showed them my three -sous. - -"You know that is all we have. If we spend those three sous to-night, we -shall have nothing left for breakfast to-morrow. So, as we have had -something to-day, it is better to save this." And I put my three sous -back in my pocket. - -Capi and Dulcie bent their heads resignedly, but Zerbino, who was not so -good, and who besides was a gourmand, continued to growl. I looked at -him severely. - -"Capi, explain to Zerbino, he doesn't seem to understand," I said to -faithful _Capitano_. - -Capi at once tapped Zerbino with his paw. It seemed as though an -argument was taking place between the two dogs. One may find the word -argument too much, when applied to dogs, but animals certainly have a -peculiar language of their kind. As to dogs, they not only know how to -speak, they know how to read. Look at them with their noses in the air -or, with lowered head, sniffing at the ground, smelling the bushes and -stones. Suddenly they'll stop before a clump of grass, or a wall, and -remain on the alert for a moment. We see nothing on the wall, but the -dog reads all sorts of curious things written in mysterious letters -which we do not understand. - -What Capi said to Zerbino I did not hear, for if dogs can understand the -language of men, men do not understand their language. I only saw that -Zerbino refused to listen to reason, and that he insisted that the three -sous should be spent immediately. Capi got angry, and it was only when -he showed his teeth that Zerbino, who was a bit of a coward, lapsed into -silence. The word "silence" is also used advisedly. I mean by silence -that he laid down. - -The weather was beautiful, so that to sleep in the open air was not a -serious matter. The only thing was to keep out of the way of the wolves, -if there were any in this part of the country. - -We walked straight ahead on the white road until we found a place. We -had reached a wood. Here and there were great blocks of granite. The -place was very mournful and lonely, but there was no better, and I -thought that we might find shelter from the damp night air amongst the -granite. When I say "we," I mean Pretty-Heart and myself, for the dogs -would not catch cold sleeping out of doors. I had to be careful of -myself, for I knew how heavy was my responsibility. What would become of -us all if I fell ill, and what would become of me if I had Pretty-Heart -to nurse? - -We found a sort of grotto between the stones, strewn with dried leaves. -This was very nice. All that was lacking was something to eat. I tried -not to think that we were hungry. Does not the proverb say, "He who -sleeps, eats." - -Before lying down I told Capi that I relied upon him to keep watch, and -the faithful dog, instead of sleeping with us on the pine leaves, laid -down like a sentinel at the entrance of our quarters. I could sleep in -peace, for I knew that none would come near without me being warned by -Capi. Yet, although, at rest on this point, I could not sleep at once. -Pretty-Heart was asleep beside me, wrapped up in my coat; Zerbino and -Dulcie were stretched at my feet. But my anxiety was greater than my -fatigue. - -This first day had been bad; what would the next day be? I was hungry -and thirsty, and yet I only had three sous. How could I buy food for all -if I did not earn something the next day? And the muzzles? And the -permission to sing? Oh, what was to be done! Perhaps we should all die -of hunger in the bushes. While turning over these questions in my mind, -I looked up at the stars, which shone in the dark sky. There was not a -breath of wind. Silence everywhere. Not the rustle of a leaf or the cry -of a bird, nor the rumble of a cart on the road. As far as my eye could -see, stretched space. How alone we were; how abandoned! The tears filled -my eyes. Poor Mother Barberin! poor Vitalis. - -I was lying on my stomach, crying into my hands, when suddenly I felt a -breath pass through my hair. I turned over quickly, and a big soft -tongue licked my wet cheek. It was Capi who had heard me crying and had -come to comfort me as he had done on the first day of my wanderings. -With my two hands I took him by the neck and kissed him on his wet -nose. He uttered two or three little mournful snorts, and it seemed to -me that he was crying with me. I slept. When I awoke it was full day and -Capi was sitting beside me, looking at me. The birds were singing in the -trees. In the distance I could hear a church bell ringing the Angelus, -the morning prayer. The sun was already high in the sky, throwing its -bright rays down to comfort heart and body. - -We started off, going in the direction of the village where we should -surely find a baker: when one goes to bed without dinner or supper one -is hungry early in the morning. I made up my mind to spend the three -sous, and after that we would see what would happen. - -Upon arriving in the village there was no need for me to ask where the -baker lived; our noses guided us straight to the shop. My sense of smell -was now as keen as that of my dogs. From the distance I sniffed the -delicious odor of hot bread. We could not get much for three sous, when -it costs five sous a pound. Each of us had but a little piece, so our -breakfast was soon over. - -We _had_ to make money that day. I walked through the village to find a -favorable place for a performance, and also to note the expressions of -the people, to try and guess if they were enemies or friends. My -intention was not to give the performance at once. It was too early, but -after finding a place we would come back in the middle of the day and -take a chance. - -I was engrossed with this idea, when suddenly I heard some one shouting -behind me. I turned round quickly and saw Zerbino racing towards me, -followed by an old woman. It did not take me long to know what was the -matter. Profiting by my preoccupation, Zerbino had run into a house and -stolen a piece of meat. He was racing alone, carrying his booty in his -jaws. - -"Thief! thief!" cried the old woman; "catch him! Catch all of 'em!" - -When I heard her say this, I felt that somehow I was guilty, or at -least, that I was responsible for Zerbino's crime, so I began to run. -What could I say to the old woman if she demanded the price of the -stolen meat? How could I pay her? If we were arrested they would put us -in prison. Seeing me flying down the road, Dulcie and Capi were not long -following my example; they were at my heels, while Pretty-Heart, whom I -carried on my shoulder, clung round my neck so as not to fall. - -Some one else cried: "Stop thief!" and others joined in the chase. But -we raced on. Fear gave us speed. I never saw Dulcie run so fast; her -feet barely touched the ground. Down a side street and across a field we -went, and soon we had outstripped our pursuers, but I did not stop -running until I was quite out of breath. We had raced at least two -miles. I turned round. No one was following us. Capi and Dulcie were -still at my heels, Zerbino was in the distance. He had stopped probably -to eat his piece of meat. I called him, but he knew very well that he -deserved a severe punishment, so instead of coming to me, he ran away as -fast as he could. He was famished, that was why he had stolen the meat. -But I could not accept this as an excuse. He had stolen. If I wanted to -preserve discipline in my troop, the guilty one must be punished. If -not, in the next village Dulcie would do the same, and then Capi would -succumb to the temptation. I should have to punish Zerbino publicly. But -in order to do that I should have to catch him, and that was not an easy -thing to do. - -I turned to Capi. - -"Go and find Zerbino," I said gravely. - -He started off at once to do what I told him, but it seemed to me that -he went with less ardor than usual. From the look that he gave me, I saw -that he would far rather champion Zerbino than be my envoy. I sat down -to await his return with the prisoner. I was pleased to get a rest after -our mad race. When we stopped running we had reached the bank of a canal -with shady trees and fields on either side. - -An hour passed. The dogs had not returned. I was beginning to feel -anxious when at last Capi appeared alone, his head hanging down. - -"Where is Zerbino?" - -Capi laid down in a cowed attitude. I looked at him and noticed that one -of his ears was bleeding. I knew what had happened. Zerbino had put up a -fight. I felt that, although Capi had obeyed my orders, he had -considered that I was too severe and had let himself be beaten. I could -not scold him. I could only wait until Zerbino chose to return. I knew -that sooner or later he would feel sorry and would come back and take -his punishment. - -I stretched myself out under a tree, holding Pretty-Heart tight for fear -he should take it into his head to join Zerbino. Dulcie and Capi slept -at my feet. Time passed. Zerbino did not appear. At last I also dropped -off to sleep. - -Several hours had passed when I awoke. By the sun I could tell that it -was getting late, but there was no need for the sun to tell me that. My -stomach cried out that it was a long time since I had eaten that piece -of bread. And I could tell from the looks of the two dogs and -Pretty-Heart that they were famished. Capi and Dulcie fixed their eyes -on me piteously; Pretty-Heart made grimaces. But still Zerbino had not -come back. I called to him, I whistled, but in vain. Having well lunched -he was probably digesting his meal, cuddled up in a bush. - -The situation was becoming serious. If I left this spot, Zerbino perhaps -would get lost, for he might not be able to find us; then if I stayed, -there was no chance of me making a little money to buy something to eat. -Our hunger became more acute. The dogs fixed their eyes on me -imploringly, and Pretty-Heart rubbed his stomach and squealed angrily. - -Still Zerbino did not return. Once more I sent Capi to look for the -truant, but at the end of half an hour he came back alone. What was to -be done? - -Although Zerbino was guilty, and through his fault we were put into this -terrible position, I could not forsake him. What would my master say if -I did not take his three dogs back to him? And then, in spite of all, I -loved Zerbino, the rogue! I decided to wait until evening, but it was -impossible to remain inactive. If we were doing something I thought we -might not feel the pangs of hunger so keenly. If I could invent -something to distract us, we might, for the time being, forget that we -were so famished. What could we do? - -I pondered over the question. Then I remembered that Vitalis had told me -that when a regiment was tired out by a long march, the band played the -gayest airs so that the soldiers should forget their fatigue. If I -played some gay pieces on my harp, perhaps we could forget our hunger. -We were all so faint and sick, yet if I played something lively and made -the two poor dogs dance with Pretty-Heart the time might pass quicker. I -took my instrument, which I had placed up against a tree and, turning my -back to the canal I put my animals in position and began to play a -dance. - -At first neither the dogs nor the monkey seemed disposed to dance. All -they wanted was food. My heart ached as I watched their pitiful -attitude. But they must forget their hunger, poor little things! I -played louder and quicker, then, little by little, the music produced -its customary effect. They danced and I played on and on. - -Suddenly I heard a clear voice, a child's voice, call out: "Bravo." The -voice came from behind me. I turned round quickly. - -A barge had stopped on the canal. The two horses which dragged the boat -were standing on the opposite bank. It was a strange barge. I had never -seen one like it. It was much shorter than the other boats on the canal, -and the deck was fashioned like a beautiful veranda, covered with plants -and foliage. I could see two people, a lady, who was still young, with a -beautiful sad face, and a boy about my own age, who seemed to be lying -down. It was evidently the little boy who had called out "Bravo!" - -I was very surprised at seeing them. I lifted my hat to thank them for -their applause. - -"Are you playing for your own pleasure?" asked the lady, speaking French -with a foreign accent. - -"I am keeping the dogs in practice and also ... it diverts their -attention." - -The child said something. The lady bent over him. - -"Will you play again?" she then asked, turning round to me. - -Would I play? Play for an audience who had arrived at such a moment! I -did not wait to be asked twice. - -"Would you like a dance or a little comedy?" I asked. - -"Oh, a comedy," cried the child. But the lady said she preferred a -dance. - -"A dance is too short," said the boy. - -"If the 'distinguished audience' wishes, after the dance, we will -perform our different rôles." - -This was one of my master's fine phrases. I tried to say it in the same -grand manner as he. Upon second thought, I was not sorry that the lady -did not wish for a comedy, for I don't see how I could have given a -performance; not only was Zerbino absent, but I had none of the "stage -fittings" with me. - -I played the first bars of a waltz. Capi took Dulcie by the waist with -his two paws and they whirled round, keeping good time. Then -Pretty-Heart danced alone. Successively, we went through all our -repertoire. We did not feel tired now. The poor little creatures knew -that they would be repaid with a meal and they did their best. I also. - -Then, suddenly, in the midst of a dance in which all were taking part, -Zerbino came out from behind a bush, and as Capi and Dulcie and -Pretty-Heart passed near him, he boldly took his place amongst them. - -While playing and watching my actors, I glanced from time to time at -the little boy. He seemed to take great pleasure in what we were doing, -but he did not move. He looked as though he was lying on a stretcher. -The boat had drifted right to the edge of the bank, and now I could see -the boy plainly. He had fair hair. His face was pale, so white that one -could see the blue veins on his forehead. He had the drawn face of a -sick child. - -"How much do you charge for seats at your performance?" asked the lady. - -"You pay according to the pleasure we have given you." - -"Then, Mamma, you must pay a lot," said the child. He added something in -a language that I did not understand. - -"My son would like to see your actors nearer." - -I made a sign to Capi. With delight, he sprang onto the boat. - -"And the others!" cried the little boy. - -Zerbino and Dulcie followed Capi's example. - -"And the monkey!" - -Pretty-Heart could have easily made the jump, but I was never sure of -him. Once on board he might do some tricks that certainly would not be -to the lady's taste. - -"Is he spiteful?" she asked. - -"No, madam, but he is not always obedient, and I am afraid that he will -not behave himself." - -"Well, bring him on yourself." - -She signed to a man who stood near the rail. He came forward and threw a -plank across to the bank. With my harp on my shoulder and Pretty-Heart -in my arms I stepped up the plank. - -"The monkey! the monkey!" cried the little boy, whom the lady addressed -as Arthur. - -I went up to him and, while he stroked and petted Pretty-Heart, I -watched him. He was strapped to a board. - -"Have you a father, my child?" asked the lady. - -"Yes, but I am alone just now." - -"For long?" - -"For two months." - -"Two months! Oh, poor little boy. At your age how is it that you happen -to be left all alone?" - -"It has to be, madam." - -"Does your father make you take him a sum of money at the end of two -months? Is that it?" - -"No, madam, he does not force me to do anything. If I can make enough to -live with my animals, that is all." - -"And do you manage to get enough?" - -I hesitated before replying. I felt a kind of awe, a reverence for this -beautiful lady. Yet she talked to me so kindly and her voice was so -sweet, that I decided to tell her the truth. There was no reason why I -should not. Then I told her how Vitalis and I had been parted, that he -had gone to prison because he had defended me, and how since he had gone -I had been unable to make any money. - -While I was talking, Arthur was playing with the dogs, but he was -listening to what I said. - -"Then how hungry you all must be!" he cried. - -At this word, which the animals well knew, the dogs began to bark and -Pretty-Heart rubbed his stomach vigorously. - -"Oh, Mamma!" cried Arthur. - -The lady said a few words in a strange language to a woman, whose head I -could see through a half open door. Almost immediately the woman -appeared with some food. - -"Sit down, my child," said the lady. - -I did so at once. Putting my harp aside I quickly sat down in the chair -at the table; the dogs grouped themselves around me. Pretty-Heart jumped -on my knee. - -"Do your dogs eat bread?" asked Arthur. - -"Do they eat bread!" - -I gave them a piece which they devoured ravenously. - -"And the monkey?" said Arthur. - -But there was no occasion to worry about Pretty-Heart, for while I was -serving the dogs he had taken a piece of crust from a meat pie and was -almost choking himself underneath the table. I helped myself to the pie -and, if I did not choke like Pretty-Heart, I gobbled it up no less -gluttonously than he. - -"Poor, poor child!" said the lady. - -Arthur said nothing, but he looked at us with wide open eyes, certainly -amazed at our appetites, for we were all as famished as one another, -even Zerbino, who should have been somewhat appeased by the meat that he -had stolen. - -"What would you have eaten to-night if you had not met us?" asked -Arthur. - -"I don't think we should have eaten at all." - -"And to-morrow?" - -"Perhaps to-morrow we should have had the luck to meet some one like we -have to-day." - -Arthur then turned to his mother. For some minutes they spoke together -in a foreign language. He seemed to be asking for something which at -first she seemed not quite willing to grant. Then, suddenly, the boy -turned his head. His body did not move. - -"Would you like to stay with us?" he asked. - -I looked at him without replying; I was so taken back by the question. - -"My son wants to know if you would like to stay with us?" repeated the -lady. - -"On this boat?" - -"Yes, my little boy is ill and he is obliged to be strapped to this -board. So that the days will pass more pleasantly for him, I take him -about in this boat. While your master is in prison, if you like, you may -stay here with us. Your dogs and your monkey can give a performance -every day, and Arthur and I will be the audience. You can play your harp -for us. You will be doing us a service and we, on our side, may be -useful to you." - -To live on a boat! What a kind lady. I did not know what to say. I took -her hand and kissed it. - -"Poor little boy!" she said, almost tenderly. - -She had said she would like me to play my harp: this simple pleasure I -would give her at once. I wanted to show how grateful I was. I took my -instrument and, going to the end of the boat, I commenced to play -softly. The lady put a little silver whistle to her lips and blew it. - -I stopped playing, wondering why she had whistled. Was it to tell me -that I was playing badly, or to ask me to stop? Arthur, who saw -everything that passed around him, noticed my uneasiness. - -"My mamma blew the whistle for the horses to go on," he said. - -That was so; the barge, towed by the horses, glided over the soft waters -which lapped gently against the keel; on either side were trees and -behind us fell the oblique rays from the setting sun. - -"Will you play?" asked Arthur. - -He beckoned to his mother. She sat down beside him. He took her hand and -kept it in his, and I played to them all the pieces that my master had -taught me. - - - - -CHAPTER XI - -ANOTHER BOY'S MOTHER - - -Arthur's mother was English. Her name was Mrs. Milligan. She was a -widow, and Arthur was her only son; at least, it was supposed that he -was her only son living, for she had lost an elder child under -mysterious conditions. When the child was six months old it had been -kidnaped, and they had never been able to find any trace of him. It is -true that, at the time he was taken, Mrs. Milligan had not been able to -make the necessary searches. Her husband was dying, and she herself was -dangerously ill and knew nothing of what was going on around her. When -she regained consciousness her husband was dead and her baby had -disappeared. Her brother-in-law, Mr. James Milligan, had searched -everywhere for the child. There being no heir, he expected to inherit -his brother's property. Yet, after all, Mr. James Milligan inherited -nothing from his brother, for seven months after the death of her -husband, Mrs. Milligan's second son, Arthur, was born. - -But the doctors said that this frail, delicate child could not live. He -might die at any moment. In the event of his death, Mr. James Milligan -would succeed to the fortune. He waited and hoped, but the doctors' -predictions were not fulfilled. Arthur lived. It was his mother's care -that saved him. When he had to be strapped to a board, she could not -bear the thought of her son being closed up in a house, so she had a -beautiful barge built for him, and was now traveling through France on -the various canals. - -Naturally, it was not the first day that I learned all this about the -English lady and her son. I learned these details little by little, -while I was with her. - -I was given a tiny cabin on the boat. What a wonderful little room it -appeared to me! Everything was spotless. The only article of furniture -that the cabin contained was a bureau, but what a bureau: bed, mattress, -pillows, and covers combined. And attached to the bed were drawers -containing brushes, combs, etc. There was no table or chairs, at least -not in their usual shape, but against the wall was a plank, which when -pulled down was found to be a little square table and chair. How pleased -I was to get into that little bed. It was the first time in my life that -I had felt soft sheets against my face. Mother Barberin's were very hard -and they used to rub my cheeks, and Vitalis and I had more often slept -without sheets, and those at the cheap lodging houses at which we stayed -were just as rough as Mother Barberin's. - -I woke early, for I wanted to know how my animals had passed the night. -I found them all at the place where I had installed them the night -before, and sleeping as though the beautiful barge had been their home -for several months. The dogs jumped up as I approached, but -Pretty-Heart, although he had one eye half open, did not move; instead -he commenced to snore like a trombone. - -I guessed at once what was the matter: Pretty-Heart was very sensitive; -he got angry very quickly and sulked for a long time. In the present -circumstances he was annoyed because I had not taken him into my cabin, -and he showed his displeasure by pretending to be asleep. - -I could not explain to him why I had been forced to leave him on deck, -and as I felt that I had, at least in appearances, done him an injury, I -took him in my arms and cuddled him, to show him that I was sorry. At -first he continued to sulk, but soon, with his changeable temper, he -thought of something else, and by his signs made me understand that if I -would take him for a walk on land he would perhaps forgive me. The man -who was cleaning the deck was willing to throw the plank across for us, -and I went off into the fields with my troop. - -The time passed, playing with the dogs and chasing Pretty-Heart; when we -returned the horses were harnessed and the barge in readiness to start. -As soon as we were all on the boat the horses began to trot along the -towing path; we glided over the water without feeling a movement, and -the only sound to be heard was the song of the birds, the swish of the -water against the boat, and the tinkle of bells around the horses' -necks. - -Here and there the water seemed quite black, as though it was of great -depth; in other parts it was as clear as crystal and we could see the -shiny pebbles and velvety grass below. - -I was gazing down into the water when I heard some one call my name. It -was Arthur. He was being carried out on his board. - -"Did you sleep well?" he asked, "better than in the field?" - -I told him that I had, after I had politely spoken to Mrs. Milligan. - -"And the dogs?" asked Arthur. - -I called to them; they came running up with Pretty-Heart; the latter -making grimaces as he usually did when he thought that we were going to -give a performance. - -Mrs. Milligan had placed her son in the shade and had taken a seat -beside him. - -"Now," she said to me, "you must take the dogs and the monkey away; we -are going to work." - -I went with the animals to the front of the boat. - -What work could that poor little boy do? - -I looked round and saw that his mother was making him repeat a lesson -from a book she held in her hand. He seemed to be having great -difficulty in mastering it, but his mother was very patient. - -"No," she said at last, "Arthur, you don't know it, at all." - -"I can't, Mamma, I just can't," he said, plaintively. "I'm sick." - -"Your head is not sick. I can't allow you to grow up in utter ignorance -because you're an invalid, Arthur." - -That seemed very severe to me, yet she spoke in a sweet, kind way. - -"Why do you make me so unhappy? You know how I feel when you won't -learn." - -"I cannot, Mamma; I cannot." And he began to cry. - -But Mrs. Milligan did not let herself be won over by his tears, although -she appeared touched and even more unhappy. - -"I would have liked to have let you play this morning with Remi and the -dogs," she said, "but you cannot play until you know your lessons -perfectly." With that she gave the book to Arthur and walked away, -leaving him alone. - -From where I stood I could hear him crying. How could his mother, who -appeared to love him so much, be so severe with the poor little fellow. -A moment later she returned. - -"Shall we try again?" she asked gently. - -She sat down beside him and, taking the book, she began to read the -fable called "The Wolf and the Sheep." She read it through three times, -then gave the book back to Arthur and told him to learn it alone. She -went inside the boat. - -I could see Arthur's lips moving. He certainly was trying very hard. -But soon he took his eyes off the book; his lips stopped moving. His -look wandered everywhere, but not back to his book. Suddenly he caught -my eye; I made a sign to him to go on with his lesson. He smiled, as -though to thank me for reminding him, and again fixed his eyes on his -book. But as before, he could not concentrate his thoughts; his eyes -began to rove from first one side of the canal to the other. Just then a -bird flew over the boat, swiftly as an arrow. Arthur raised his head to -follow its flight. When it had passed he looked at me. - -"I can't learn this," he said, "and yet I want to." - -I went over to him. - -"It is not very difficult," I said. - -"Yes, it is, it's awfully difficult." - -"It seems to me quite easy. I was listening while your mother read it, -and I almost learned it myself." - -He smiled as though he did not believe it. - -"Do you want me to say it to you?" - -"You can't." - -"Shall I try? You take the book." - -He took up the book again, and I began to recite the verse. I had it -almost perfect. - -"What! you know it?" - -"Not quite, but next time I could say it without a mistake, I believe." - -"How did you learn it?" - -"I listened while your mother read it, but I listened attentively -without looking about to see what was going on round about me." - -He reddened, and turned away his eyes. - -"I will try, like you," he said, "but tell me, what did you do to -remember the words?" - -I did not quite know how to explain, but I tried my best. - -"What is the fable about?" I said. "Sheep. Well, first of all, I thought -of sheep; the sheep were in a field. I could see them lying down and -sleeping in the field; picturing them so, I did not forget." - -"Yes, yes," he said, "I can see them, black and white ones! in a green -field." - -"What looks after the sheep usually?" - -"Dogs." - -"And?..." - -"A shepherd." - -"If they thought the sheep were quite safe, what did they do?" - -"The dog slept while the shepherd played his flute in the distance with -the other shepherds." - -Little by little Arthur had the entire fable pictured in his mind's eye. -I explained every detail, as well as I was able. When he was thoroughly -interested we went over the lines together and at the end of half an -hour he had mastered it. - -"Oh, how pleased mamma will be!" he cried. - -When his mother came out she seemed displeased that we were together. -She thought that we had been playing, but Arthur did not give her time -to say a word. - -"I know it!" he cried. "Remi has taught it to me." - -Mrs. Milligan looked at me in surprise, but before she could say a word -Arthur had commenced to recite the fable. I looked at Mrs. Milligan: her -beautiful face broke into a smile; then I thought I saw tears in her -eyes, but she bent her head quickly over her son and put her arms about -him. I was not sure if she was crying. - -"The words mean nothing," said Arthur; "they are stupid, but the things -that one sees! Remi made me see the shepherd with his flute, and the -fields, and the dogs, and the sheep, then the wolves, and I could even -hear the music that the shepherd was playing. Shall I sing the song to -you, Mamma?" - -And he sang a little sad song in English. - -This time Mrs. Milligan did really cry, for when she got up from her -seat, I saw that Arthur's cheeks were wet with her tears. Then she came -to me and, taking my hand in hers, pressed it gently. - -"You are a good boy," she said. - -The evening before I had been a little tramp, who had come on the barge -with his animals to amuse a sick child, but this lesson drew me apart -from the dogs and the monkey. I was, from now, a companion, almost a -friend, to the sick boy. - -From that day there was a change in Mrs. Milligan's manner toward me, -and between Arthur and myself there grew a strong friendship. I never -once felt the difference in our positions; this may have been due to -Mrs. Milligan's kindness, for she often spoke to me as though I were her -child. - -When the country was interesting we would go very slowly, but if the -landscape was dreary, the horses would trot quickly along the towing -path. When the sun went down the barge stopped; when the sun rose the -barge started on again. - -If the evenings were damp we went into the little cabin and sat round a -bright fire, so that the sick boy should not feel chilly, and Mrs. -Milligan would read to us and show us pictures and tell us beautiful -stories. - -Then, when the evenings were beautiful, I did my part. I would take my -harp and when the boat had stopped I would get off and go at a short -distance and sit behind a tree. Then, hidden by the branches, I played -and sang my best. On calm nights Arthur liked to hear the music without -being able to see who played. And when I played his favorite airs he -would call out "Encore," and I would play the piece over again. - -That was a beautiful life for the country boy, who had sat by Mother -Barberin's fireside, and who had tramped the high roads with Signor -Vitalis. What a difference between the dish of boiled potatoes that my -poor foster mother had given me and the delicious tarts, jellies, and -creams that Mrs. Milligan's cook made! What a contrast between the long -tramps in the mud, the pouring rain, the scorching sun, trudging behind -Vitalis, ... and this ride on the beautiful barge! - -The pastry was delicious, and yes, it was fine, oh, so fine not to be -hungry, nor tired, nor too hot, nor too cold, but in justice to myself, -I must say that it was the kindness and love of this lady and this -little boy that I felt the most. Twice I had been torn from those I -loved, ... first from dear Mother Barberin, and then from Vitalis. I was -left with only the dogs and the monkey, hungry and footsore, and then a -beautiful lady, with a child of about my own age, had taken me in and -treated me as though I were a brother. - -Often, as I looked at Arthur strapped to his bench, pale and drawn, I -envied him, I, so full of health and strength, envied the little sick -boy. It was not the luxuries that surrounded him that I envied, not the -boat. It was his mother. Oh, how I wanted a mother of my own! She kissed -him, and he was able to put his arms around her whenever he -wished,--this lady whose hand I scarcely dared touch when she held it -out to me. And I thought sadly that I should never have a mother who -would kiss me and whom I could kiss. Perhaps one day I should see Mother -Barberin again, and that would make me very happy, but I could not call -her mother now, for she was not my mother.... - -I was alone.... I should always be alone.... Nobody's boy. - -I was old enough to know that one should not expect to have too much -from this world, and I thought that, as I had no family, no father or -mother, I should be thankful that I had friends. And I was happy, so -happy on that barge. But, alas! it was not to last long. The day was -drawing near for me to take up my old life again. - - - - -CHAPTER XII - -THE MASTER'S CONSENT - - -It was all to end,--this beautiful trip that I had made on the barge. No -nice bed, no nice pastry, no evenings listening to Mrs. Milligan. Ah! no -Mrs. Milligan or Arthur! - -One day I decided to ask Mrs. Milligan how long it would take me to get -back to Toulouse. I wanted to be waiting at the prison door when my -master came out. When Arthur heard me speak of going back, he began to -cry. - -"I don't want him to go! I don't want Remi to go," he sobbed. - -I told him that I belonged to Vitalis, and that he had paid a sum of -money for me, and that I must return to him the moment he wanted me. I -had spoken of my foster parents, but had never said that they were not -really my father and mother. I felt ashamed to admit that I was a -foundling,--a child picked up in the streets! I knew how the children -from the Foundlings' Hospital had been scorned. It seemed to me that it -was the most abject thing in the world to be a foundling. I did not want -Mrs. Milligan and Arthur to know. Would they not have turned from me in -disdain! - -"Mamma, we must keep Remi," continued Arthur. - -"I should be very pleased to keep Remi with us," replied Mrs. Milligan; -"we are so fond of him. But there are two things; first, Remi would have -to want to stay...." - -"Oh, he does! he does!" cried Arthur, "don't you, Remi? You don't want -to go back to Toulouse?" - -"The second is," continued Mrs. Milligan, "will his master give him up?" - -"Remi comes first; he comes first," Arthur insisted. - -Vitalis had been a good master, and I was very grateful for all he had -taught me, but there was no comparison between my life with him and that -which I should have with Arthur, and at the same time, there was also no -comparison between the respect I had for Vitalis and the affection which -I felt for Mrs. Milligan and her invalid boy. I felt that it was wrong -for me to prefer these strangers to my master, but it was so. I loved -Mrs. Milligan and Arthur. - -"If Remi stays with us it will not be all pleasure," went on Mrs. -Milligan; "he would have to do lessons the same as you; he would have to -study a great deal; it would not be the free life that he would have in -going tramping along the roads." - -"Ah, you know what I would like,..." I began. - -"There, there, you see, Mamma!" interrupted Arthur. - -"All that we have to do now," continued Mrs. Milligan, "is to get his -master's consent. I will write and ask him if he will come here, for we -cannot return to Toulouse. I will send him his fare, and explain to him -the reason why we cannot take the train. I'll invite him here, and I do -hope he will accept. - -"If he agrees to my proposition," added Mrs. Milligan, "I will then make -arrangements with your parents, Remi, for of course they must be -consulted." - -Consult my parents! They will tell her what I have been trying to keep -secret. That I am a foundling! Then neither Arthur nor Mrs. Milligan -would want me! - -A boy who did not know his own father or mother had been a companion to -Arthur! I stared at Mrs. Milligan in affright. I did not know what to -say. She looked at me in surprise. I did not dare reply to her question -when she asked me what was the matter. Probably thinking that I was -upset at the thought of my master coming, she did not insist. - -Arthur looked at me curiously all the evening. I was glad when bedtime -came, and I could close myself in my cabin. That was my first bad night -on board the _Swan_. What could I do? What say? - -Perhaps Vitalis would not give me up, then they would never know the -truth. My shame and fear of them finding out the truth was so great that -I began to hope that Vitalis would insist upon me staying with him. - -Three days later Mrs. Milligan received a reply to the letter she had -sent Vitalis. He said that he would be pleased to come and see her, and -that he would arrive the following Saturday, by the two o'clock train. I -asked permission to go to the station with the dogs and Pretty-Heart to -meet him. - -In the morning the dogs were restless as though they knew that something -was going to happen. Pretty-Heart was indifferent. I was terribly -excited. My fate was to be decided. If I had possessed the courage I -would have implored Vitalis not to tell Mrs. Milligan that I was a -foundling, but I felt that I could not utter the word, even to him. - -I stood on a corner of the railway station, holding my dogs on a leash, -with Pretty-Heart under my coat, and I waited. I saw little of what -passed around me. It was the dogs who warned me that the train had -arrived. They scented their master. Suddenly there was a tug at the -leash. As I was not on my guard, they broke loose. With a bark they -bounded forward. I saw them spring upon Vitalis. More sure, although -less supple than the other two, Capi had jumped straight into his -master's arms, while Zerbino and Dulcie jumped at his feet. - -When Vitalis saw me, he put Capi down quickly, and threw his arms around -me. For the first time he kissed me. - -"God bless you, my boy," he said again, and again. - -My master had never been hard with me, but neither had he ever been -affectionate, and I was not used to these effusions. I was touched, and -the tears came to my eyes, for I was in the mood when the heart is -easily stirred. I looked at him. His stay in prison had aged him -greatly. His back was bent, his face paler, and his lips bloodless. - -"You find me changed, don't you, Remi?" he said; "I was none too happy -in prison, but I'll be better now I'm out." - -Then, changing the subject, he added: - -"Tell me about this lady who wrote to me; how did you get to know her?" - -I told him how I had met Mrs. Milligan and Arthur in their barge, the -_Swan_, on the canal, and of what we had seen, and what we had done. I -rambled along hardly knowing what I said. Now that I saw Vitalis, I felt -that it would be impossible to tell him that I wanted to leave him and -stay with Mrs. Milligan. - -We reached the hotel where Mrs. Milligan was staying, before my story -was ended. Vitalis had not mentioned what she had proposed to him in her -letter, so I said nothing of her plan. - -"Is this lady expecting me?" he asked, as we entered the hotel. - -"Yes, I'll take you up to her apartment," I said. - -"There's no occasion for that," he replied; "I'll go up alone; you wait -here for me with Pretty-Heart and the dogs." - -I had always obeyed him, but in this case I felt that it was only fair -for me to go up with him to Mrs. Milligan's apartment. But with a sign -he stopped the words on my lips, and I was forced to stay below with the -dogs. - -Why didn't he want me to be present when he spoke to Mrs. Milligan? I -asked myself this question again and again. I was still pondering over -it when he returned. - -"Go and say good-by to the lady," he said, briefly. "I'll wait for you -here. We shall go in ten minutes." - -I was thunderstruck. - -"Well," he said, "didn't you understand me? You stand there like a -stupid! Hurry up!" - -He had never spoken so roughly to me. Mechanically I got up to obey, not -seeming to understand. "What did you say to her?" I asked, after I had -gone a few steps. - -"I said that I needed you and that you needed me, and consequently I was -not going to give up my rights to you. Go; I give you ten minutes to say -good-by." - -I was so possessed by the fact that I was a foundling, that I thought -that if I had to leave immediately it was because my master had told -them about my birth. - -Upon entering Mrs. Milligan's apartment I found Arthur in tears and his -mother bending over him. - -"You won't go, Remi! Oh, Remi, tell me you won't go," he sobbed. - -I could not speak. Mrs. Milligan replied for me, telling Arthur that I -had to do as I was told. - -"Signor Vitalis would not consent to let us have you," said Mrs. -Milligan in a voice so sad. - -"He's a wicked man!" cried Arthur. - -"No, he is not a wicked man," continued Mrs. Milligan; "he loves you ... -and he needs you. He speaks like a man far above his position. He told -me,--let me see, these were his words: - -"'I love that child, and he loves me. The apprenticeship in the life -that I give him is good for him, better, far better, than he would have -with you. You would give him an education, that is true; you would form -his mind, but not his character. It is the hardships of life that alone -can do that. He cannot be your son; he will be mine. That is better than -to be a plaything for your sick child, however sweet he may be. I also -will teach the boy.'" - -"But he isn't Remi's father," cried Arthur. - -"That is true, but he is his master, and Remi belongs to him. For the -time being, Remi must obey him. His parents rented him to Signor -Vitalis, but I will write to them and see what I can do." - -"Oh, no, no, don't do that," I cried. - -"What do you mean?" - -"Oh, no, please don't." - -"But that is the only thing to do, my child." - -"Oh, please, please don't." - -If Mrs. Milligan had not spoken of my parents, I should have taken much -more than the ten minutes to say good-by that my master had given me. - -"They live in Chavanon, do they not?" asked Mrs. Milligan. - -Without replying, I went up to Arthur and, putting my arms round him, -clung to him for a moment then, freeing myself from his weak clasp, I -turned and held out my hand to Mrs. Milligan. - -"Poor child," she murmured, kissing me on the forehead. - -I hurried to the door. - -"Arthur, I will love you always," I said, choking back my sobs, "and I -never, never will forget you, Mrs. Milligan." - -"Remi! Remi!" cried Arthur. - -I closed the door. One moment later I was with Vitalis. - -"Off we go," he said. - -And that was how I parted from my first boy friend. - - - - -CHAPTER XIII - -WEARY DREARY DAYS - - -Again I had to tramp behind my master with the harp strapped to my -shoulder, through the rain, the sun, the dust, and the mud. I had to -play the fool and laugh and cry in order to please the "distinguished -audience." - -More than once in our long walks I lagged behind to think of Arthur, his -mother, and the _Swan_. When I was in some dirty village how I would -long for my pretty cabin on the barge. And how rough the sheets were -now. It was terrible to think that I should never again play with -Arthur, and never hear his mother's voice. - -Fortunately in my sorrow, which was very deep, I had one consolation; -Vitalis was much kinder, kinder than he had ever been before. His manner -with me had quite changed. I felt that he was more to me than a master -now. Often, if I dared, I would have embraced him, I so needed love. But -I had not the courage, for Vitalis was not a man with whom one dared be -familiar. At first it had been fear that kept me at a distance, but now -it was something vague, which resembled a sentiment of respect. - -When I left the village I had looked upon Vitalis the same as the other -men of the poorer class. I was not able to make distinctions, but the -two months that I had lived with Mrs. Milligan had opened my eyes and -developed my intelligence. Looking at my master with more attention, it -seemed to me that in manner and bearing he appeared to be very superior. -His ways were like Mrs. Milligan's ways.... - -Weeks passed. On our tramps, now, my eyes were always turned in the -direction of the water, not to the hills. I was always hoping that one -day I should see the _Swan_. If I saw a boat in the distance I always -thought that it might be the _Swan_. But it was not. - -We passed several days at Lyons, and all my spare time I spent on the -docks, looking up and down the river. I described the beautiful barge to -the fishermen and asked them if they had seen it, but no one had seen -it. - -We had to leave Lyons at last and went on to Dijon; then I began to give -up hope of ever seeing Mrs. Milligan again, for at Lyons I had studied -all the maps of France, and I knew that the _Swan_ could not go farther -up the river to reach the Loire. It would branch off at Chalon. We -arrived at Chalon, and we went on again without seeing it. It was the -end of my dream. - -To make things worse, the winter was now upon us, and we had to tramp -along wearily in the blinding rain and slush. At night, when we arrived -at a wretched inn, or in a barn, tired out, wet to the skin, I could -not drop off to sleep with laughter on my lips. Sometimes we were frozen -to the bone, and Pretty-Heart was as sad and mournful as myself. - -My master's object was to get to Paris as quickly as possible, for it -was only in Paris that we had a chance to give performances during the -winter. We were making very little money now, so we could not afford to -take the train. - -After the cold sleet, the wind turned to the north. It had been very -damp for several days. At first we did not mind the biting north wind in -our faces, but soon the sky filled with great black clouds and the -wintry sun disappeared altogether. We knew that a snowstorm was coming. - -Vitalis was anxious to get to the next big town, where we could stay and -give several performances, if very bad weather overtook us. - -"Go to bed quickly," he said, when we got to an inn that night; "we are -going to start at a very early hour to-morrow, because I don't want to -be caught in a snowstorm." - -He did not go to bed at once, but sat down by a corner of the kitchen -fire to warm Pretty-Heart, who was suffering terribly from the cold. The -monkey had not ceased moaning, although we had wrapped him up in plenty -of coverlets. - -The next morning I got up early as I had been told. It was not yet day, -the sky was lowering and black, and there was not a star to be seen. -When we opened the door a strong wind almost took us off our feet. - -"If I were in your place," said the innkeeper to Vitalis, "I wouldn't -venture out. We're going to have a terrible snowstorm." - -"I'm in a hurry," replied Vitalis, "and I want to get to Troyes before -it comes on." - -"Thirty miles." - -Nevertheless, we started. - -Vitalis held Pretty-Heart tight against his body so as to give him some -of his own warmth, and the dogs, pleased with the hard dry roads, raced -before us. My master had bought a sheepskin for me at Dijon, and I -wrapped myself up in it with the wool inside. - -It was anything but agreeable when we opened our mouths, so we walked -along in silence, hurrying as much to get warm as to get ahead. Although -it was long past the hour of daybreak, the sky was still quite black. -Although to the east a whitish band cut the clouds, yet the sun would -not come out. Looking across the country, objects were now becoming more -distinct. We could see the trees stripped of their leaves, and the -shrubs and bushes with dry foliage rustling and cracking with the heavy -gusts of wind. There was no one on the roads, nor in the fields, not a -sound of cart wheels, nor the crack of a whip. - -Suddenly, in the distance, we could see a pale streak which got larger -and larger as it came towards us. Then we heard a sort of hissing -murmur, the strange, harsh cry of the wild geese. The maddened flock -flew over our heads; on they went, wildly fleeing from the north towards -the south. Before they were out of sight, soft flakes were dropping -gently from the skies and floating in the atmosphere. - -The country through which we tramped was desolate and bleak, the -mournful aspect seemed to add to the silence; only the shrill whistling -of the north wind was heard. Snowflakes, like tiny butterflies, -fluttered around us, whirling incessantly without touching the ground. - -We made little headway. It seemed impossible that we could reach Troyes -before the storm was fully upon us. But I did not worry; I thought that -if the snow fell it would not be so cold. - -I did not know what a snow storm could be. It was not long before I -learned, and in a way that I shall never forget. The clouds were -gathering from the northwest. The flakes no longer hovered in the air, -but fell straight and swift, covering us from head to foot. - -"We shall have to take shelter in the first house we come to," murmured -Vitalis; "we cannot make Troyes." - -I was pleased to hear him say that, but where could we find shelter? As -far as the eye could reach there was not a house to be seen, nor -anything to indicate that we were nearing a village. - -Before us lay a forest with its dark depths, and on either side of us -the hills. The snow came down faster and thicker. - -We tramped in silence. My master lifted his sheepskin now and again for -Pretty-Heart to breathe more easily. From time to time we had to turn -our heads to one side, so that we also could breathe. The dogs no longer -raced ahead; they walked at our heels asking for the shelter that we -were unable to give them. - -We went slowly and painfully on, blinded, wet and frozen, and, although -we were now in the heart of the forest, the road through it was exposed -to the full wind. Several times I saw my master glance to the left, as -though he were looking for something, but he said nothing. What did he -hope to find? I looked straight before me, down the long road. As far as -my eye could reach, I could see nothing but woods on either side. I -thought we should never come to the end of that forest. - -I had seen the snow falling only through the window panes of a warm -kitchen. How far off that warm kitchen seemed now! Our feet sunk into -the white bed of snow, deeper and deeper. Then, suddenly, without saying -a word, Vitalis pointed to the left. I looked and saw indistinctly a -little hut made of branches. - -We had to find the track that led to the hut. This was difficult, for -the snow was already thick enough to efface all trace of a path. We -scrambled through the bushes, and after crossing a ditch, we managed at -last to reach the hut and get inside. The dogs, in ecstasy, rolled over -and over on the dry ground, barking. Our satisfaction was no less keen -than theirs. - -"I thought there would be a wood-cutter's cabin somewhere in the -forest," said Vitalis. "Now, it can snow!" - -"Yes, let it snow," I said defiantly; "I don't care!" - -I went to the door, or rather to the opening of the hut, for there was -neither door nor window, and shook my coat and hat, so as not to wet the -inside of our apartment. - -Our quarters were very simply but strongly built. Its furniture -consisted of a heap of dirt and some big stones for seats. - -In a house like this it was not difficult to find fuel; we had only to -take it down from the walls and the roof, dragging out a few faggots -here and there. This was quickly done, and soon we had a bright flaming -fire. It is true that the hut was soon filled with smoke, but what did -that matter? There was a flame, and it was heat that we wanted. I lay -down, supporting myself on my two hands, and blew the fire; the dogs sat -around the grate gravely; with necks stretched out they presented their -wet sides to the flames. - -Pretty-Heart soon ventured to peep from under Vitalis' coat; prudently -putting the end of his nose outside, he looked about to take in his -surroundings. Evidently satisfied, he jumped quickly to the ground and -taking the best place before the fire he held out his two little -trembling hands to the flames. - -That morning before I had risen, Vitalis had packed some provisions. -There was some bread and a piece of cheese. We all expressed -satisfaction at the sight of the food. Unfortunately, we were only able -to have a very small piece, for not knowing how long we should have to -stay in the hut, Vitalis thought it advisable to keep some for supper. I -understood, but the dogs did not, and when they saw the bread put back -in the bag before they had scarcely eaten, they held out their paws to -their master, scratching his neck, and performing pantomime gestures to -make him open the bag upon which their eyes were fixed. But Vitalis took -no notice of them; the bag was not opened. The dogs settled themselves -to go to sleep, Capi with his nose in the cinders. I thought that I -would follow their example. - -I do not know how long I slept; when I awoke the snow had stopped -falling. I looked outside. It was very deep; if we ventured out it would -come above our knees. - -What time was it? I could not ask Vitalis. His big silver watch, by -which Capi had told the hour, had been sold. He had spent all his money -to pay his prison fine, and when he bought my sheepskin at Dijon he had -parted with his big watch to pay for it. From the misty atmosphere it -was impossible for me to tell what hour it might be. - -There was not a sound to be heard; the snow seemed to have petrified -every movement of life. I was standing in the opening of our cabin when -I heard my master calling. - -"Do you want to get on your way?" he asked. - -"I don't know; I want to do what you wish." - -"Well, I think we ought to stay here; we are at least sheltered and have -warmth." - -That was true, but I remembered that we had no food. However, I said -nothing. - -"I'm afraid it will snow again," continued Vitalis. "We don't want to -spend the night outside. Better stay here." - -Yes, we should have to stay in the hut and tighten our belts round our -stomachs, that was all. - -At supper Vitalis divided the remainder of the bread. Alas, there was -but little, and it was quickly eaten; we gobbled up every crumb. When -our frugal supper was over I thought that the dogs would begin making -signs for more as they had done before, for they were ravenous. But they -did nothing of the kind, and once again I realized how great was their -intelligence. - -When Vitalis thrust his knife into his trouser pocket, which indicated -that the feast was over, Capi got up and smelled the bag in which the -food was kept. He then placed his paw on the bag to feel it. This double -investigation convinced him that there was nothing left to eat. Then, -coming back to his place before the fire, he looked at Zerbino and -Dulcie. The look clearly signified that they would get nothing more; -then he stretched himself out his entire length with a sigh of -resignation. "There is nothing more. It is useless to beg." He said this -to them as plainly as though he had spoken aloud. - -His companions, understanding this language, also stretched out before -the fire sighing, but Zerbino's sigh in no wise betokened resignation, -for added to a large appetite, Zerbino was very much of a gourmand, and -this was a greater sacrifice for him than for the others. - -The snow had commenced to fall again; it fell persistently. We could see -the white carpet on the ground rise higher and higher until the small -shrubs and bushes were hidden beneath it. When night came, big flakes -were still falling from the black sky onto the shimmering earth. - -As we had to sleep there, the best thing to do was to go to sleep as -quickly as possible. I wrapped myself up in my sheepskin, which I had -dried by the fire during the day, and I laid down beside the fire, my -head on a flat stone which served for a pillow. - -"You go to sleep," said Vitalis; "I'll wake you when it's my turn, for -although we have nothing to fear from animals or people in this cabin, -one of us must keep awake to see that the fire does not go out. We must -be careful not to get cold, for it will be bitter when the snow stops." - -I slept. In the small hours of the night my master woke me. The fire -was still burning, and the snow had stopped falling. - -"It's my turn to sleep now," said Vitalis; "as the fire goes down you -throw on this wood that I've got already here." - -He had piled up a heap of small wood by the grate. My master, who slept -much lighter than I, did not wish me to wake him by pulling down the -wood from the walls each time I needed it. So from this heap that he had -prepared, I could take the wood and throw on the fire without making a -noise. It was a wise thing to do, but alas, Vitalis did not know what -the result would be. - -He stretched out now before the fire with Pretty-Heart in his coverlet -cuddled up against him, and soon, from his deep breathing, I knew that -he had fallen asleep. Then I got up softly and went to the opening to -see how it looked outside. - -All the grass, the bushes, and the trees were buried in snow. Everywhere -the eye rested was a dazzling white. The sky was dotted with twinkling -stars, but although they were so bright it was the snow which shed the -pale light over the earth. It was much colder now; it was freezing hard. - -Oh! what should we have done in the depths of the forest in the snow and -the cold if we had not found this shelter? - -Although I had walked on tiptoe to the opening without scarcely making a -sound, I had roused the dogs, and Zerbino had followed me. The splendor -of the night was nothing to him; he looked on the scene for a moment, -and then became bored and wanted to go outside. I ordered him to return -to his place. Foolish dog, wasn't it better to stay by the warm fire in -this terrible cold than to go prowling around. He obeyed me, but with a -very bad grace, and kept his eyes fixed on the entrance. I stayed there -for a few minutes longer, looking at the white night. It was beautiful, -but although I enjoyed it, somehow I felt a vague sadness. I could have -gone inside and not looked, of course, but the white, mysterious scene -held me fascinated. - -At last I went back to the fire and having placed two or three long -pieces of wood crossways upon one another, I sat down on the stone which -had served me for a pillow. My master was sleeping calmly; the dogs and -Pretty-Heart also slept, and the flames leaped from the fire and swirled -upward to the roof, throwing out bright sparks. The spluttering flame -was the only sound that broke the silence of the night. For a long time -I watched the sparks, then little by little I began to get drowsy, -without my being aware. - -If I had been compelled to busy myself with getting the wood, I could -have kept awake, but seated before the fire with nothing to do, I became -so sleepy, and yet all the time I thought that I could manage to keep -awake. - -I sprang up suddenly, awakened by a violent barking! It was night. I -probably had slept for a long time and the fire was almost out. No -flames lit the hut now. Capi was barking loudly, furiously. But, -strange! there was no sound from Zerbino or Dulcie. - -"What's the matter?" cried Vitalis, waking up. - -"I don't know." - -"You've been to sleep, and the fire's gone out." - -Capi had run to the opening, but had not ventured outside. He stood on -the threshold barking. - -"What has happened?" I asked in my turn. - -In answer to Capi's barks came two or three mournful howls. I recognized -Dulcie's voice. These howls came from behind our hut and at a very short -distance. - -I was going out. But Vitalis put his hand on my shoulder and stopped me. - -"First," he said, in a tone of command, "put some wood on the fire." - -While I obeyed, he took a sprig from the fire and blew it out until only -the point remained burning. He held the torch in his hand. - -"Come and see what is the matter," he said; "you walk behind me. Go -ahead, Capi." - -As we went out there was a frightful howl. Capi drew back, cowering -behind us in terror. - -"Wolves! Where are Zerbino and Dulcie?" - -What could I say? The two dogs must have gone out while I slept. Zerbino -had waited until I was asleep and had then crept out, and Dulcie had -followed him. The wolves had got hold of them! There was fear in my -master's voice when he asked for the dogs. - -"Take a torch," he said, "we must go to their aid." - -In our village I had heard them tell terrible stories of wolves, yet I -could not hesitate. I ran back for a torch, then followed my master. - -But outside we could see neither dogs nor wolves. On the snow we could -see only the imprint of the two dogs' paws. We followed these traces -around the hut, then at a certain distance we could see a space in the -snow which looked as though some animals had been rolling in it. - -"Go and look for them, Capi," said my master; at the same time he -whistled to attract Zerbino and Dulcie. - -But there was no barking in reply; no sound disturbed the mournful -silence of the forest, and Capi, instead of running off as he was told, -kept close to us, giving every sign of fear. Capi who was usually so -obedient and brave! - -There was not sufficient light for us to follow the imprints any -distance. The snow around us was dazzling, but beyond seemed all vague -and obscure. - -Again Vitalis whistled and shouted for the missing dogs. There was no -answering bark. - -Oh, poor Zerbino; poor Dulcie! - -"The wolves have got them," said Vitalis; "why did you let them go out?" - -Yes? why? I had nothing to say. - -"We must go and look for them," I said after a pause. - -I went before him, but he stopped me. - -"Where will you look for them?" he asked. - -"I don't know; everywhere." - -"We can't tell, in this dim light, where they have gone." - -That was true, and the snow came up above our knees. Our two torches -together could not penetrate the shadows. - -"If they do not reply, it is because they are a long way off," he said. -"We must not go on; the wolves might attack us also. We cannot defend -ourselves." - -It was dreadful to have to leave the poor dogs to their fate--our two -friends; friends particularly to me. And the terrible part of it was -that I knew that I was responsible. If I had not slept they would not -have gone out. - -My master had turned back to the hut. I followed, looking back at each -step, stopping to listen. I heard nothing, and saw nothing but the snow. - -When we reached the hut another surprise awaited us. The branches that I -had thrown on the fire were aflame and lit up the darkest corners of the -cabin, but Pretty-Heart was nowhere to be seen. His coverlets were there -before the fire, but he was not in them. I called. Vitalis called, but -he did not appear. - -My master said that when he awoke the monkey was beside him, so it was -while we were out that he had disappeared. With our burning torches -held down to the snowy earth we started out to look for him. We found no -trace of him. - -We returned to the hut to see if he were hidden behind some faggots. We -searched for a long time; ten times we looked in the same place, the -same corners. I climbed up on Vitalis' shoulders to look amongst the -branches of which the roof was made. We called again and again, but -there was no answer. - -Vitalis seemed angry. I was in despair. I asked my master if he thought -that the wolves could have taken him also. - -"No," he said, "the wolves would not dare come into the hut. I am afraid -they got Zerbino and Dulcie when they went out, but they did not come in -here. It is quite likely that Pretty-Heart was terrified and has hidden -himself somewhere while we were outside; that is why I am so anxious. In -this terrible weather he will catch cold, and cold is fatal for him." - -"Well, let us keep on looking." - -We went over the ground again, but all in vain. - -"We must wait till day," said Vitalis. - -"When will it be day?" - -"In two or three hours, I think." - -Vitalis sat down before the fire, with his head in his hands. I did not -dare disturb him. I stood quite close to him, only moving occasionally -to put some branches on the fire. Once or twice he got up and went to -the door. He looked at the sky, listened attentively, then came back -and sat down. I would rather that he had been angry with me, than that -he should be so silent and sad. - -The three hours passed slowly. It seemed that the night would never end. -The stars were fading from the heavens, the sky was getting lighter. Day -was breaking. But as morning came the cold grew more intense; the air -which came through the door froze us to the bone. - -If we did find Pretty-Heart, would he be alive? - -The snow had quite stopped falling now and there was a pinkish light in -the sky which foretold fine weather. As soon as it was quite light, -Vitalis and I, armed with a stout stick, left the hut. - -Capi did not appear so terrified as he had been the night before. With -his eyes fixed on his master, he only waited for a sign from him to rush -forward. As we were examining the ground for Pretty-Heart's footprints, -Capi threw back his head and began to bark joyfully. He signified that -we must look up, not on the ground. - -In the great oak standing by the hut we found him. - -Poor Pretty-Heart! Frightened by the howling of the dogs, he had jumped -onto the roof of the cabin when we had gone out, and from there he had -climbed to the top of an oak, where, feeling that he was in a safe -place, he had remained crouching, without replying to our calls. - -The poor little frail creature, he must be frozen! - -My master called him gently. He did not move. We thought that he was -already dead. For several minutes Vitalis continued to call him, but the -monkey gave no sign of life. My heart ached with remorse. How severely I -was being punished! I must atone. - -"I'll go up and get him," I said. - -"You'll break your neck." - -"No, there is no danger. I can do it easily." - -That was not true. There was danger. It was very difficult, for the -large tree was covered with ice and snow. - -When I was quite small I had learned to climb trees, and I was quite an -adept in this art. I jumped and caught hold of the lowest branches. I -held onto these, and, although blinded by the snow that fell in my eyes, -I managed to climb up the trunk to the stronger branches. Once up there -I had only to be careful not to lose my footing. - -As I climbed I spoke softly to Pretty-Heart. He did not move, but looked -at me with shining eyes. I had almost reached him and was about to -stretch out my hand, when, with a spring, he had jumped to another -branch. I followed him to this branch, but men, alas, and even -youngsters are very inferior to monkeys when it comes to climbing trees. -It is quite possible that I should never have caught him if the snow had -not wet his feet. He did not like this and soon got tired of dodging me; -then, letting himself drop from branch to branch, he jumped straight -onto his master's shoulders and hid himself inside his coat. - -It was a great thing to have found Pretty-Heart, but that was not all. -Now we had to look for the dogs. - -It was day now and easy for us to see what had happened. In the snow we -read the death of our dogs. We followed their footprints for thirty -yards. They had come out of the hut, one behind the other, Dulcie -following Zerbino. Then we saw other footprints. On one side there were -signs of a struggle where the wolves had sprung upon the dogs, and on -the other sides were the footprints of the wolves where they trotted -off, carrying their prey with them, to be devoured at their leisure. -There was no trace of the dogs except a red trail of blood which here -and there stained the snow. - -The two poor dogs had gone to their death while I slept! - -We had to get busy as quickly as possible with warming Pretty-Heart. We -hurried back to the hut. While Vitalis held out the little creature's -feet and hands to the fire, as one holds a tiny baby, I warmed his -coverlets and we rolled him up in them. But he needed more than the -coverlets; he needed a warm drink. My master and I sat by the fire, -silent, watching the wood burn. - -"Poor Zerbino; poor Dulcie!" - -Each of us murmured these words; first he, then I. - -The dogs had been our friends, our companions, in good and bad fortune, -and to me in my loneliness they had meant so much. How deeply I -reproached myself for not having kept watch. The wolves would not have -come to attack us in our cabin; they would have stayed in the distance, -frightened by the fire. - -If only Vitalis would have scolded me! I wished that he would beat me. -But he said nothing. He did not even look at me. He sat with his head -bent over the fire; probably wondering what would become of us without -the dogs. - - - - -CHAPTER XIV - -THE DEATH OF PRETTY-HEART - - -The sun came out brightly. Its rays fell on the white snow, and the -forest, which the night before had looked so bleak and livid, was now -dazzling with a radiancy that blinded the eyes. Several times Vitalis -passed his hand under the coverlet to feel Pretty-Heart, but the poor -little monkey did not get warmer, and when I bent over him I could hear -him shivering and shaking. The blood in his veins was frozen. - -"We must get to a village or Pretty-Heart will die," said Vitalis. "Let -us start at once." - -His wrappings were well heated and the little creature was rolled in -them. My master placed him under his vest, next his heart. We were -ready. - -"This was a shelter," said Vitalis, looking round the hut as we were -going out, "that has made us pay dearly for its hospitality." His voice -trembled. - -He went out first, and I followed in his footsteps. When we had gone a -few yards we had to call to Capi. Poor dog, he had remained standing -outside the hut, his nose turned to the spot where his companions had -been taken by the wolves. - -Ten minutes later we reached the main road. We passed a cart; the -driver told us that within an hour we should reach a village. This was -encouraging, yet it was difficult, even painful, to walk. The snow came -up to my waist. Many times I asked Vitalis after Pretty-Heart. Each time -he told me that he was still shivering. At last we saw the white roofs -of a fair sized village. We were not in the habit of putting up at the -better class inns. We always chose a poor place, where we were sure we -should not be driven away, and where they would not take all we had. - -But this time Vitalis went into an inn where a beautiful sign hung -outside the kitchen door. The door was open and we could see the great -stove covered with shining copper saucepans, from which the steam was -rising. Ah, how good that soup smelled to the famished wanderers! - -My master, putting on his most "gentlemanly" airs, and with his hat on -his head and his head thrown back, asked the landlady for a good bed and -a fire. At first the landlady, who was a fine looking woman, had not -condescended to notice us, but Vitalis' grand manner evidently impressed -her. She spoke to a maid and told her to take us up to a room. - -"Quick, get into bed," said Vitalis, while the servant was lighting the -fire. I looked at him in astonishment. Why go to bed? I would rather sit -down and eat something than go to bed. - -"Quick, hurry up," repeated Vitalis. - -There was nothing to do but to obey. - -There was an eiderdown quilt on the bed. Vitalis pulled it right up to -my chin. - -"Try and get warm," he said; "the warmer you are the better." - -It seemed to me that Pretty-Heart needed warming much more than I, -because I was not very cold now. While I laid still under the eiderdown -trying to get warm, Vitalis, to the servant's astonishment, turned -little Pretty-Heart round and round before the fire as though he were -going to roast him. - -"Are you warm?" Vitalis asked me after a few minutes. - -"I'm suffocating." - -"That's right." - -He came to the bed quickly. He put Pretty-Heart in, telling me to hold -him close to my chest. The poor little animal, who always rebelled when -he was made to do something that he did not want, seemed resigned to -everything. He let me hold him close to my body without making a -movement. But he was not cold now; his body was burning. - -My master, who had gone down to the kitchen, soon returned, carrying a -bowl of well sweetened wine. He tried to make Pretty-Heart drink a few -spoonfuls, but the poor little creature could not unclench his teeth. -With his brilliant eyes he looked at us imploringly as though to ask us -not to torment him. Then he drew one arm from under the covers and held -it out to us. - -I wondered what he meant. I looked inquiringly at Vitalis, who -explained: Before I had met them Pretty-Heart had had inflammation of -the lungs and they had had to bleed him, taking the blood from his arm. -Knowing that he was sick now he wanted us to bleed him so that he could -get better as before. - -Poor little monkey! Vitalis was touched to the heart, and this made him -still more anxious. It was evident that Pretty-Heart was ill and he must -be very ill indeed to refuse the sugared wine that he liked so much. - -"Drink the wine, Remi, and stay in bed," said Vitalis. "I'll go for a -doctor." - -I must admit that I also liked sugared wine and besides I was very -hungry. I did not let him tell me twice to drink it. After I had emptied -the bowl I slid down under the eiderdown again, where the heat, aided by -the wine, nearly suffocated me. - -Vitalis was not gone long. He soon returned, bringing with him a -gentleman wearing gold-rimmed spectacles--the doctor. Thinking that the -doctor might not put himself out for a monkey, Vitalis had not told him -who was his patient. When he saw me in bed, as red as a tomato, the -doctor put his hand on my forehead and said at once: "Congestion." - -He shook his head with an air which augured nothing good. - -Anxious to undeceive him for fear he might bleed me, I cried: "Why, I'm -not ill!" - -"Not ill! Why, the child is delirious." - -I lifted the quilt a bit and showed him Pretty-Heart, who had placed -his little arm round my neck. - -"He's the one that's ill," I said. - -"A monkey!" he exclaimed, turning angrily to Vitalis. "You've brought me -out in such weather to see a monkey!..." - -Our master was a smart man who was not easily ruffled. Politely, and -with his grand air, he stopped the doctor. Then he explained the -situation, how he had been caught in a snowstorm, and how through fear -of the wolves Pretty-Heart had jumped up in an oak tree, where he had -been almost frozen to death. The patient might be only a monkey, but -what a genius! and what a friend and companion to us! How could we -confide such a wonderful, talented creature to the care of a simple -veterinary surgeon? Every one knew that the village veterinary was an -ass, while every one knew that doctors were scientific men, even in the -smallest village. If one rings at a door which bears a doctor's name, -one is sure to find a man of knowledge, and of generosity. Although the -monkey is only an animal, according to naturalists they are so near like -men that often an illness is treated the same for one as for the other. -And was it not interesting, from a scientific point of view, to study -how these illnesses differed. The doctor soon returned from the door -where he had been standing. - -Pretty-Heart, who had probably guessed that this person wearing the -spectacles was a physician, again pushed out his arm. - -"Look," cried Vitalis, "he wants you to bleed him." - -That settled the doctor. - -"Most interesting; a very interesting case," he murmured. - -Alas! after examining him, the doctor told us that poor little -Pretty-Heart again had inflammation of the lungs. The doctor took his -arm and thrust a lancet into a vein without him making the slightest -moan. Pretty-Heart knew that this ought to cure him. - -After the bleeding he required a good deal of attention. I, of course, -had not stayed in bed. I was the nurse, carrying out Vitalis' -instructions. - -Poor little Pretty-Heart! he liked me to nurse him. He looked at me and -smiled sadly. His look was quite human. He, who was usually so quick and -petulant, always playing tricks on one of us, was now quiet and -obedient. - -In the days that followed he tried to show us how friendly he felt -towards us, even to Capi, who had so often been the victim of his -tricks. As in the usual trend of inflammation of the lungs, he soon -began to cough; the attacks tired him greatly, for his little body shook -convulsively. All the money which I had, five sous, I spent on sugar -sticks for him, but they made him worse instead of better. With his keen -instinct, he soon noticed that every time he coughed I gave him a little -piece of sugar stick. He took advantage of this and coughed every -moment in order to get the remedy that he liked so much, and this remedy -instead of curing him made him worse. - -When I found out this trick I naturally stopped giving him the candy, -but he was not discouraged. First he begged for it with an appealing -look; then when he saw that I would not give it to him, he sat up in his -seat and bent his little body with his hand on his stomach, and coughed -with all his might. The veins in his forehead stood out, the tears ran -from his eyes, and his pretense at choking, in the end, turned to a -dreadful attack over which he had no control. - -I had to stay at the inn with Pretty-Heart while my master went out -alone. One morning upon his return he told me that the landlady had -demanded the sum that we owed her. This was the first time that he had -ever spoken to me about money. It was quite by chance that I had learned -that he had sold his watch to buy my sheepskin. Now he told me that he -had only fifty sous left. The only thing to do, he said, was to give a -performance that same day. A performance without Zerbino, Dulcie or -Pretty-Heart; why, that seemed to me impossible! - -"We must get forty francs at once," he said. "Pretty-Heart must be -looked after. We must have a fire in the room, and medicine, and the -landlady must be paid. If we pay her what we owe her, she will give us -another credit." - -Forty francs in this village! in the cold, and with such poor resources -at our command! - -While I stayed at home with Pretty-Heart, Vitalis found a hall in the -public market, for an out-of-door performance was out of the question. -He wrote the announcements and stuck them up all over the village. With -a few planks of wood he arranged a stage, and bravely spent his last -fifty sous to buy some candles, which he cut in half so as to double the -lights. - -From the window of our room I saw him come and go, tramping back and -forth in the snow. I wondered anxiously what program he could make. I -was soon enlightened on this subject, for along came the town crier of -the village, wearing a scarlet cap, and stopped before the inn. After a -magnificent roll of his drum he read out our program. - -Vitalis had made the most extravagant promises! There was to be present -a world-renowned artist--that was Capi--and a young singer who was a -marvel; the marvel was myself. But the most interesting part of the -farce was that there was no fixed price for the entertainment. We relied -upon the generosity of the audience, and the public need not pay until -after it had seen, heard, and applauded. - -That seemed to me extraordinarily bold. Who was going to applaud us? -Capi certainly deserved to be celebrated, but I ... I was not at all -convinced that I was a marvel. - -Although Pretty-Heart was very ill at this moment, when he heard the -drum, he tried to get up. From the noise and Capi's barks, he seemed to -guess that it was to announce our performance. - -I had to force him back on his bed; then he made signs to me to give him -his general's uniform--the red coat and trousers with gold braid, and -hat with the plume. He clasped his hands and went down on his knees to -beg me. When he saw that he could get nothing from me by begging, he -tried what anger would do, then finally melted into tears. It was -evident that we should have a great deal of trouble to convince him that -he must give up all idea of playing that night. I thought it would be -better not to let him know when we started. - -When Vitalis returned, he told me to get my harp ready and all the -things we required for the entertainment. Pretty-Heart, who knew what -this meant, turned to his master and commenced his entreaties again. He -could not have better expressed his desires than by the sounds he -uttered, the twisting of his face, and the turns of his body. There were -real tears on his cheeks and they were real kisses that he imprinted on -Vitalis' hand. "You want to play?" asked Vitalis, who had not been told -what happened before. - -"Yes, oh, yes!" Pretty-Heart's whole person seemed to cry out. He tried -to jump to show that he was no longer sick. We know very well that if we -took him out it would be his death. - -It was time for us to start. Before going, I made up a good fire and -wrapped Pretty-Heart up in his coverlets. He cried again and embraced -me as much as he could, then we started. - -As we tramped through the snow, my master told me what he expected of -me. We could not, of course, give our usual repertoire, as our principal -actors were missing, but Capi and I could vie with each other in doing -our best. We had to collect forty francs! Forty francs! It was terrible! -Impossible! - -Vitalis had prepared everything. All we had to do now was to light the -candles, but this was an extravagance that we could not indulge in until -the room was filled, for our illuminations would not have to come to an -end before our entertainment. - -Whilst we took possession of our theater, the town crier, with his drum, -came through the village streets for the last time. After I had dressed -Capi and myself, I went outside and stood behind a pillar to watch the -people arrive. - -The roll of the drum became louder. It was approaching the market place -and I could hear a babble of voices. Behind the drum came a score of -youngsters, all keeping step. Without stopping the beating of his drum, -the town crier took up his place between the two large lamps that were -lit at the entrance of our theater. The public had only to walk in and -take their seats for the performance to commence. - -Alas! how long they were coming, and yet the drum at the door continued -gayly its _rat ta ta ta_. All the boys in the village must have been -there. But it was not the youngsters who were likely to give us forty -francs. There would have to be some important people, open-handed and -generous. - -At last Vitalis decided that we ought to commence, although the hall was -far from being full; but we could not wait longer, worried as we were by -the terrible question of candles. - -I had to appear first and sing a few songs, accompanying myself on the -harp. I must confess the applause that I received was very weak. I had -never thought very much of myself as an entertainer, but the marked -coolness with which the audience received my efforts discouraged me. If -I did not please them they would certainly not give us anything. It was -not for the glory that I was singing; it was for poor Pretty-Heart. Ah, -how I wanted to stir this public, to make them enthusiastic.... But I -could see only too well that they did not consider me a marvel. - -Capi was more successful. He received several encores. Thanks to Capi, -the entertainment ended in a burst of applause. Not only did they clap -their hands, but they stamped their feet. - -The decisive moment had arrived. While Capi, with the cup in his jaws, -ran through the audience, I danced a Spanish dance on the stage, with -Vitalis playing an accompaniment. Would Capi collect forty francs? That -was the question which made my heart beat while I smiled at the public -in my pleasantest manner. - -I was out of breath, but I still continued to dance, for I was not to -stop until Capi had returned. He did not hurry himself; when he found -that he did not receive a coin, he placed his paw against the person's -pocket. At last I saw him about to return, and thought that I might -stop, but Vitalis made me a sign to go on. - -I continued to dance, and going a few steps nearer Capi, I saw that the -cup was not full; far from it. Vitalis had also seen this. Bowing to the -audience, he said: - -"Ladies and gentlemen, I think that, without flattering ourselves, we -have conscientiously carried out our program, yet as our candles are -still burning, I will, if the public wishes, sing some songs myself. Our -dog, Capi, will make another quest and those who have not yet given will -perhaps give this time. Please have your money ready." - -Although Vitalis had been my teacher, I had never really heard him sing, -or at least not as he sung that evening. He selected two songs, an air -from "Joseph" and one from "Richard the Lion Hearted." - -Although I was only a little boy and was no judge as to whether one sang -with technique or without, Vitalis' singing stirred me strangely. I went -into a corner of the stage, for my eyes filled with tears as I listened -to his beautiful notes. - -Through a mist, I saw a young lady, who occupied the first row, clap her -hands with all her might. I had already noticed that she was not a -peasant like the rest of the people in the hall. She was a lady, young -and beautiful, and from her handsome fur coat I took her to be the -richest woman in the village. She had with her a little child who had -applauded Capi heartily. It was probably her son for the likeness was -striking. - -After the first song, Capi went the round again. I saw with surprise -that the lady had not put anything into his cup. - -When my master had finished the air from the second opera, she beckoned -me to her. - -"I want to speak to that gentleman," she said. - -I was surprised, I thought she would have done better to have dropped -something into the cup. Capi returned. He had collected very little more -on this second round. - -"What does the lady want?" asked Vitalis. - -"To speak to you." - -"I have nothing to say." - -"She did not give anything to Capi, perhaps she would like to give it -now." - -"Then it is for Capi to go to her, not for me." - -However, he decided to go, and took the dog with him. I followed them. -By now a servant had appeared, carrying a lantern and a rug. He stood -beside the lady and the child. Vitalis bowed coldly to her. - -"Forgive me for having disturbed you," she said, "but I wanted to -congratulate you." - -Vitalis bowed, without saying a word. - -"I am a musician," continued the lady; "I am telling you this so that -you will know how much I appreciate your superb talent." - -Superb talent! My master! The dog trainer! I was amazed. - -"An old man like me has no talent," he replied coldly. - -"Do not think that I am inquisitive, but...." began the lady. - -"I am quite willing to satisfy your curiosity, Madam," he said; "you are -surprised that a dog trainer is able to sing a little. But I have not -always been what I am now. When I was younger I was ... the servant of a -great singer, and like a parrot I imitated him. I began to repeat some -of the songs he practiced in my presence. That is all." - -The lady did not reply. She looked hard at Vitalis. He seemed -embarrassed. - -"Good-by, sir," she said at last, laying a stress on the word "sir." -"Good-by, and once more let me thank you for the exquisite delight you -have given me this evening." And leaning towards Capi she dropped a gold -piece in his cup. - -I thought that Vitalis would escort her to the door, but he did nothing -of the kind, and when she was out of hearing I heard him swear softly in -Italian. - -"She gave Capi a louis," I said. - -I thought he was going to give me a blow, but he let his raised hand -fall to his side. - -"A louis," he said, as though he were coming out of a dream. "Ah, yes, -poor Pretty-Heart. I had forgotten him. Let us go back to the little -creature at once." - -I climbed the stairs of the inn first and went into the room. The fire -was not out, but there were no flames. I lit a candle quickly. I was -surprised not to hear any sound from Pretty-Heart. I found him, lying -under his coverlets, stretched out his full length, dressed in his -general's uniform. He appeared to be asleep. I leaned over him and took -his hand gently to wake him up. His hand was cold. Vitalis came into the -room. I turned to him. - -"Pretty-Heart is cold," I said. - -My master came to my side and also leaned over the bed. - -"He is dead," he said. "It was to be. Ah, Remi, boy, I did wrong to take -you away from Mrs. Milligan. I am punished. Zerbino, Dulcie, and now -Pretty-Heart and ... this is not the end!" - - - - -CHAPTER XV - -FAITHFUL FRIENDS - - -We were still a long way from Paris. We had to go by roads covered with -snow, and walk from morning till night, the north wind blowing in our -faces. How sad and weary were those long tramps. - -Vitalis walked ahead, I at his heels, and Capi behind me. Thus in line -we went onward without exchanging a word, for hours and hours, faces -blue with cold, feet wet, stomachs empty. The people who passed us on -the way turned round to gaze at us. Evidently they thought it -strange.... Where was this old man leading his child and the dog? - -The silence seemed terrible to me, and so sad. I would liked to have -talked just for company, but when I did venture to make a remark, -Vitalis replied briefly, without even turning his head. Fortunately, -Capi was more sociable, and as I trudged along I often felt his warm -tongue on my hand. He licked me as much as to say, "Your friend, Capi, -is here with you." Then I stroked him gently, without stopping. We -understood each other; we loved each other. - -On the slippery snow we went straight ahead, without stopping, sleeping -at night in a stable or in a sheepfold, with a piece of bread, alas, -very small, for our meal in the evening. This was our dinner and supper -in one. - -We did not tell the shepherds that we were dying of hunger, but Vitalis, -with his usual cleverness, would say insinuatingly that "the little chap -was very fond of sheep's milk, because, when he was a baby, he used to -drink it." This story did not always take effect, but it was a good -night for me when it did. Yes, I was very fond of sheep's milk and when -they gave me some I felt much stronger the next day. - -It seemed strange to me that, as we neared Paris, the country ceased to -be beautiful. The snow was not white and dazzling now. I had heard what -a wonderful place Paris was, and I expected something extraordinary. I -did not know exactly what. I should not have been surprised to see trees -of gold, streets of marble, palaces everywhere. - -What were we poor things going to do when we reached Paris? I wanted to -question Vitalis, but I did not dare, he seemed so gloomy. When we were -in sight of the roofs and the church towers of the capital, he slackened -his step to walk beside me. - -"Remi," he said suddenly, "we are going to part when we get to Paris." - -I looked at him. He looked at me. The sudden pallor of my face and the -trembling of my lips told him what effect his words had on me. For a -moment I could not speak. - -"Going to part!" I murmured at last. - -"Poor little chap, yes, we must part." - -The tone in which he said this brought the tears to my eyes. It was so -long since I had heard a kind word. - -"Oh, you are so good," I cried. - -"It is you who are good. You brave little heart. There comes a time in -one's life when one feels these things. When all goes well, one goes -along through life without thinking much who is with one, but when -things go wrong, when one is on the wrong track, and above all when one -is old, one wants to lean on somebody. You may be surprised that I have -wanted to lean on you. And yet it is so. But only to see that your eyes -are moist as you listen to me, comforts me, little Remi. I am very -unhappy." - -I did not know what to say. I just stroked his hand. - -"And the misfortune is that we have to part just at the time when we are -getting nearer to each other." - -"But you're not going to leave me all alone in Paris?" I asked timidly. - -"No, certainly not. What would you do in the big city, all by yourself, -poor child. I have no right to leave you, remember that. The day when I -would not let that good lady take you and bring you up as her son, that -day I bound myself to do the best I could for you. I can do nothing at -this moment, and that is why I think it is best to part. It is only for -a time. We can do better if we separate during the last months of the -bad season. What can we do in Paris with all gone but Capi?" - -Hearing his name mentioned, dear Capi came beside us: he put his paw to -his ear in military salute, then placed it on his heart, as though to -tell us that we could count on his devotion. My master stopped to pass -his hand affectionately over the dog's head. - -"Yes, Capi, you're a good, faithful friend, but, alas! without the -others we can't do much now." - -"But my harp...." - -"If I had two children like you it would be better. But an old man with -just one little boy is bad business. I am not old enough. Now, if I were -only blind or broken down! I am not in a pitiful state enough for people -to stop and notice us. So, my boy, I have decided to give you to a -_padrone_, until the end of the winter. He will take you with other -children that he has, and you will play your harp...." - -"And you?" I asked. - -"I am known in Paris, I have stayed there several times. I will give -violin lessons to the Italian children who play on the streets. I have -only to say that I will give lessons to find all the pupils I want. And, -in the meantime, I will train two dogs that will replace poor Zerbino -and Dulcie. Then in the spring we will be together again, my little -Remi. We are only passing through a bad time now; later, I will take you -through Germany and England, then you will grow big and your mind will -develop. I will teach you a lot of things and make a man of you. I -promised this to Mrs. Milligan. I will keep my promise. That is the -reason why I have already commenced to teach you English. You can speak -French and Italian, that is something for a child of your age." - -Perhaps it was all for the best as my master said, but I could only -think of two things. - -We were to be parted, and I was to have a _padrone_. - -During our wanderings I had met several _padrones_ who used to beat the -children who worked for them. They were very cruel, and they swore, and -usually they were drunk. Would I belong to one of those terrible men? - -And then, even if fate gave me a kind master, it was another change. -First, my foster mother, then Vitalis, then another.... Was it to be -always so? Should I never find anyone that I could love and stay with -always? Little by little I had grown attached to Vitalis. He seemed -almost what I thought a father would be. Should I never have a father, -have a family? Always alone in this great world! Nobody's boy! - -Vitalis had asked me to be brave. I did not wish to add to his sorrows, -but it was hard, so hard, to leave him. - -As we walked down a dirty street, with heaps of snow on either side -covered with cinders and rotten vegetables, I asked: "Where are we?" - -"In Paris, my boy." - -Where were my marble houses? And the trees of gold, and the finely -dressed people. Was this Paris! Was I to spend the winter in a place -like this, parted from Vitalis and Capi? - - - - -CHAPTER XVI - -THE PADRONE - - -Although I knew later how beautiful was the city of Paris, the slums, -being my first glimpse, created anything but a favorable impression. - -Vitalis, who seemed to know his way, pushed through the groups of people -who obstructed his passage along the narrow street we had just turned -down. - -"Mind, you don't lose me," cautioned Vitalis. - -But his warning was not necessary, for I trod upon his heels, and to be -more sure of him I held a corner of his coat in my hand. - -We crossed a big courtyard to a dirty, dismal house where surely the sun -had never penetrated. It was the worst looking place I had seen so far. - -"Is Garofoli in?" asked Vitalis of a man who, by the light from a -lantern, was hanging rags against the door. - -"I don't know; go up and see for yourself," he growled; "the door's at -the top of the stairs; it faces you." - -"Garofoli is the _padrone_, Remi, I told you about," said Vitalis; "this -is where he lives." - -The street, the house, the staircase was not in the nature to reassure -me. What would this new master be like? - -Without knocking, Vitalis pushed open the door at the top of the stairs, -on the top floor, and we found ourselves in a large attic. There was a -great empty space in the middle of the room, and all around the walls -were beds, a dozen in all. The walls and ceiling that had once been -white were now filthy with smoke, dust, and dirt. On the walls was a -drawing of a head in charcoal and some flowers and birds. - -"Are you there, Garofoli?" asked Vitalis; "it is so dark I can't see any -one. It's Vitalis." - -A weak, drawling voice replied to Vitalis' question. - -"Signor Garofoli has gone out; he will not be back for two hours." - -A boy about twelve years of age came forward. I was struck by his -strange looks. Even now, as I write, I can see him as I saw him then. He -had no body, so to speak, for he seemed all legs and head. His great -head was out of all proportion. Built so, he could not have been called -handsome, yet there was something in his face which attracted one -strangely, an expression of sadness and gentleness and, yes ... -hopelessness. His large eyes held your own with sympathy. - -"You are sure he will not be back for two hours?" asked Vitalis. - -"Quite sure, Signor. That will be dinner time, and no one ever serves -dinner but Signor Garofoli." - -"Well, if he comes in before, tell him that Vitalis will be back in two -hours." - -"Very well, Signor." - -I was about to follow Vitalis, when he stopped me. - -"Stay here," he said; "you can rest. - -"Oh, I'll come back," he added, reassuringly, noticing my look of -anxiety. - -"Are you Italian?" asked the boy, when Vitalis' heavy step could no -longer be heard on the stairs. - -"No," I replied in French, "I'm French." - -"That's a good thing." - -"What! you like the French better than the Italians?" - -"Oh, no, I was thinking of you when I said 'that's a good thing,' -because if you were Italian you would probably come here to work for -Signor Garofoli, and I'd be sorry for you." - -"Is he wicked, then?" - -The boy did not reply, but the look he gave me spoke more than words. As -though he did not wish to continue the conversation, he went over to the -fireplace. On a shelf in the fireplace was an immense earthenware -saucepan. I drew nearer to the fire to warm myself, and I noticed that -the pot had something peculiar about it. The lid, through which a -straight tube projected to allow the steam to escape, was fixed on the -saucepan on one side with a hinge and on the other with a padlock. - -"Why is that closed with a padlock?" I asked, inquisitively. - -"So that I shan't take any of the soup. I have to look after it, but -the boss doesn't trust me." - -I could not help smiling. - -"You laugh," he said sadly, "because you think that I'm a glutton. -Perhaps, if you were in my place, you'd do the same as I've done. I'm -not a pig, but I'm famished, and the smell of the soup as it comes out -through the spout makes me still hungrier." - -"Doesn't Signor Garofoli give you enough to eat?" - -"He starves us...." - -"Oh...." - -"I'll tell you what I have done," went on the boy, "'cause if he's going -to be your master, it will be a lesson for you. My name is Mattia. -Garofoli is my uncle. My mother, who lives in Lucca in Italy, is very -poor and has only enough for herself and my little sister, Christina. -When Garofoli came to beautiful Lucca last year he brought me back with -him. Oh, it was hard to leave my little sister.... Signor Garofoli has a -lot of boys here, some of them are chimney sweeps, others rag pickers, -and those who are not strong enough to work, sing in the streets or beg. -Garofoli gave me two little white mice to show to the public and I had -to bring him back thirty sous every night. As many sous as you are short -a day, so many blows you get. It is hard to pick up thirty sous, but the -blows are hard, too, especially when it's Garofoli who gives them. So I -did everything that I could to get the money, but I was often short. -Nearly all the other boys had their money when they returned at night, -but I scarcely ever had mine and Garofoli was mad! There is another boy -here, who also shows mice, and he's taxed forty sous, and he brings that -sum back every night. Several times I went out with him to see how he -made it...." - -He paused. - -"Well?" I asked. - -"Oh, the ladies always said, 'Give it to the pretty little one, not the -ugly boy.' The ugly one, of course, was I; so I did not go out with him -any more. A blow hurts, but it hurts more to have things like that said, -and before a lot of people! You don't know that because no one has ever -told you that you are ugly. Well, when Garofoli saw that beating me -didn't do any good, he tried another way. Each night he took away some -of my supper. It's hard, but I can't say to the people in the streets, -who are watching my mice: 'Give me something or I won't get any supper -to-night!' They don't give for that reason." - -"Why do they give?" - -"Because you are pretty and nice, or because you remind them of a little -boy they've lost, not because they think you're hungry. Oh, I know their -ways. Say, ain't it cold to-day?" - -"Awful cold." - -"I didn't get fat on begging," went on the boy. "I got so pale and then, -after a time, I often heard people say: 'That poor child is starving to -death.' A suffering look does what good looks can't do. But you have to -be very starved for that. They used to give me food. That was a good -time for me, because Garofoli had stopped giving me blows just then to -see if it would hurt me more to go without supper, so when I got -something to eat outside I didn't care. But one day Garofoli came along -and saw me eating something, a bowl of soup that the fruiterer gave me, -then he knew why I didn't mind going without supper at home. After that -he made me stay at home and look after the soup here. Every morning -before he goes out he puts the meat and the vegetables into the saucepan -and locks the lid on, and all I have to do is to see that it boils. I -smell the soup, but that's all. The smell of the soup doesn't feed you; -it makes you more hungry. Am I very white? As I never go out now I don't -hear people say so, and there's no mirror here." - -"You don't seem any paler than others," I said. - -"Ah, you say that because you don't want to frighten me, but I'm glad -I'm sick. I want to be very ill." - -I looked at him in amazement. - -"You don't understand," he said, with a pitiful smile. "When one is very -ill, they take care of you or they let you die. If they let me die it -will be all over, I shan't be hungry any more, and there'll be no more -beatings. And they do say that when we die we go up and live with God. -Then, if I'm up there, I can look down on Mamma and Christina, and I -can ask God not to let my little sister be unhappy. Also, if they send -me to the Hospital, I shall be pleased." - -The Hospital! No matter how sick I felt while tramping across the -country, if I thought I might be sent to the hospital I always found -strength to go on. - -"I'm quite ill now, but not ill enough to be in Garofoli's way," he went -on in his weak, drawling voice, "but I'm getting weaker. Garofoli, -fortunately, hasn't given up beating me entirely. He beat me on the head -eight days ago and, look, it's all swelled out now. You see here, this -big bump? He told me yesterday it was a tumor, and the way that he spoke -I believe that it's something serious. It hurts awful. I'm so giddy at -night when I put my head on the pillow I moan and cry. So I think in two -or three days he'll decide to send me to the hospital. I was in the -hospital once, and the Sisters speak so kind to you. They say, 'Put out -your tongue, little boy,' and 'There's a good boy,' every time you do -anything they tell you to do. I think I am almost had enough now to be -sent there." - -He came and stood quite close to me, fixing his great eyes on me. Even -though I had not the same reason for hiding the truth from him, I did -not like to tell him how terrible he looked with his great glittering -eyes, his hollow cheeks, and his bloodless lips. - -"I should think you're ill enough to go to the hospital," I said. - -"At last!" - -With dragging limbs he went slowly over to the table and began to wipe -it. - -"Garofoli will be here shortly," he said; "we mustn't talk any more." - -Wearily he went round the table, placing the plates and spoons. I -counted twenty plates. So Garofoli had twenty boys. As I only saw twelve -beds, they evidently slept, some of them, two in a bed. What beds! what -sheets! the coverlets must have been brought from the stables when they -were too old and not warm enough for the horses! - -"Don't you come here," said the boy, "Try to get somewhere else." - -"Where?" - -"I don't know. No matter where, you'd be better than here." - -The door opened and a child came into the room. He carried a violin -under his arm and a big piece of wood in his hand. - -"Give me that bit of wood," said Mattia, going up to the child. - -But the little fellow held the piece of wood behind his back. - -"No," he said. - -"Give it me for the fire; the soup'll be better." - -"Do you think I brought it for the soup? I've only made thirty-six sous -to-day and I thought this bit of wood might save me a beating. It's to -make up for the four sous I'm short." - -"You'll have to pay. Each in his turn." - -Mattia said this mechanically, as though the thought of the boy being -punished gave him satisfaction. I was surprised to see a hard look come -into his soft, sad eyes. I knew later that if you live with wicked -people you get to be like them in time. - -One by one the boys returned; each one as he came in hung his instrument -on a nail above his bed. Those who were not musicians, but simply -exhibitors of trained animals, put their mice and guinea pigs into a -cage. - -Then a heavy step sounded on the stairs and a little man wearing a gray -overcoat came into the room. It was Garofoli. The moment he entered he -fixed his eyes on me with a look that scared me. Mattia quickly and -politely gave him Vitalis' message. - -"Ah, so Vitalis is here," he said; "what does he want?" - -"I don't know," replied Mattia. - -"I'm not speaking to you, I'm speaking to this boy." - -"He is coming back and he will tell you himself what he wants," I -replied. - -"Ah, here's a little fellow who knows the value of words. You're not -Italian?" - -"No, I'm French." - -The moment Garofoli entered the room two small boys took their places, -one on each side of him, and were waiting until he had finished -speaking. Then one took his felt hat and placed it carefully on the bed, -and the other brought forward a chair. They did this with the same -gravity and respect that a choir boy waits upon a priest. When Garofoli -was seated another little boy brought him a pipe stuffed with tobacco, -and a fourth offered him a lighted match. - -"It smells of sulphur, animal," he cried, throwing it in the grate. - -The culprit hastened to repair his mistake; lighting another match he -let it burn for a time before offering it to his master. But Garofoli -would not accept it. - -"No, you imbecile," he said, pushing the boy aside roughly. Then he -turned to another child and said with an ingratiating smile: - -"Ricardo, dearie, bring a match." - -The "dearie" hastened to obey. - -"Now," said Garofoli, when he was comfortably installed and his pipe -burning; "now to business, my little angels. Bring the book, Mattia." - -Garofoli made a sign to the boy who had lit the first match. - -"You owe me a sou from yesterday; you promised to bring it to-day. How -much have you brought?" - -The child hesitated for a long time, his face showing distress, "I'm -one sou short," he said at last. - -"Ah, you're one sou short." - -"It's not the sou for yesterday; it's a sou for to-day." - -"That makes two sous! I've never seen the like of you!" - -"It's not my fault." - -"No excuses. You know the rules. Undo your coat; two blows for -yesterday, two for to-day, and no supper, for your impudence. Ricardo, -dearie, you're a good boy and you deserve some recreation. Take the -strap." - -Ricardo, the child who had lit the second match, took down from the wall -a short-handled whip with two leather-knotted straps. Meanwhile, the boy -who was short two sous was unfastening his coat. Then he dropped his -shirt, baring his body to the waist. - -"Wait a minute," said Garofoli, with an ugly smile; "you won't be the -only one, perhaps; it's always pleasant to have a companion." - -The children stood motionless before their master. At his cruel joke -they all forced a laugh. - -"The one who laughed most is the one who is short the most," said -Garofoli; "I'm sure of that. Who laughed the loudest?" - -All pointed to the boy who had come home first, bringing his piece of -wood. - -"How much are you short, you there?" demanded Garofoli. - -"It's not my fault." - -"And the one who says 'it's not my fault' will get an extra cut. How -much is missing?" - -"I brought back a big piece of wood, a beautiful piece of wood...." - -"That's something. But go to the baker's and ask him to exchange your -wood for bread, will he do it? How many sous are you missing? Speak -out!" - -"I've made thirty-six sous." - -"You're four short, you rogue. And you can stand there before me like -that! Down with your shirt! Ricardo, dearie, you're going to have a good -time." - -"But the bit of wood?" cried the boy. - -"I'll give it to you for supper." - -This cruel joke made all the children who were not to be punished laugh. -All the other boys were then questioned as to how much they had brought -home. Ricardo stood with whip in hand until five victims were placed in -a row before him. - -"You know, Ricardo," said Garofoli, "I don't like to look on, because a -scene like this always makes me feel ill. But I can hear, and from the -noise I am able to judge the strength of your blows. Go at it heartily, -dearie; you are working for your bread." - -He turned towards the fire, as though it were impossible for him to -witness this chastisement. - -I, in my corner, trembled with indignation and fear. This was the man -who was going to be my master. If I did not bring him back the thirty -or forty sous that he demanded of me, I should have to be whipped by -Ricardo. Ah, I understood now how Mattia could speak of death so calmly. - -[Illustration: "FOR EACH CRY YOU WILL RECEIVE ANOTHER SLASH."] - -The first lash of the whip, as it cut into the flesh, made the tears -spring to my eyes. I thought that I was forgotten, but I made a mistake; -Garofoli was looking at me out of the corner of his eye. - -"There's a boy with a heart," he said, pointing to me; "he is not like -you other rogues; you laugh when you see your comrades suffer. Take this -little comrade for an example." - -I trembled from head to foot. Their comrade! - -At the second blow the victim uttered a wail, at the third a piercing -shriek. Garofoli lifted his hand; Ricardo stopped with raised whip. I -thought Garofoli was going to show mercy, but it was not so. - -"You know how much it hurts me to hear you cry," said Garofoli, gently, -addressing the victim. "You know that if the whip tears your skin, your -cries pierce my heart. So then I warn you that for each cry you will -receive another slash, and it will be your own fault. If you have any -affection or gratitude you will keep silent. Go on, Ricardo." - -Ricardo raised his arm and the strap curled on the backs of the victims. - -"Oh, Mamma, Mamma," cried one. - -Thank God, I saw no more of this frightful torture, for at this moment -the door was thrown open and Vitalis entered. - -In a glance, he understood all. He had heard the shrieks while climbing -the stairs. Running to Ricardo, he snatched the whip from him, then, -wheeling round upon Garofoli, he stood before him with folded arms. - -It all happened so quickly that, for a moment, I was dumbfounded, but -Garofoli quickly recovered himself and said gently: - -"Isn't it terrible? That child has no heart." - -"Shame! It's a shame!" cried Vitalis. - -"That is just what I say," murmured Garofoli. - -"Stop that," commanded Vitalis; "it's you, not the child! What a -cowardly shame to torture these poor children who cannot defend -themselves." - -"Don't you meddle in what does not concern you, you old fool," cried -Garofoli, changing his tone. - -"It concerns the police," retorted Vitalis. - -"You threaten me with the police, do you?" cried Garofoli. - -"Yes, I do," replied my master, nowise intimidated by the bully's fury. - -"Ah, Vitalis," he hissed, "so you'll talk? Well, I can talk also. Your -affairs do not concern me, but there are others who are interested in -you and if I tell, if I say one name.... Ah, who will have to hide his -head in shame?" - -My master was silent. Shame! His shame! I was amazed, but before I had -time to think, he had taken me by the hand. - -"Come, Remi," he said. And he drew me to the door. - -"Oh," cried Garofoli, now laughing, "I thought you wanted to talk to me, -old fellow." - -"I have nothing to say to you." - -Then, without another word, we went down the stairs, he still holding me -tightly by the hand. With what relief I followed him! I had escaped from -that tyrant! If I had dared I would have thrown my arms around Vitalis' -neck. - - - - -CHAPTER XVII - -POOR VITALIS - - -While we were in the street Vitalis said not a word, but soon we came to -a narrow alley and he sat down on a mile-stone and passed his hand -several times across his forehead. - -"It may be fine to listen to the voice of generosity," he said, as -though speaking to himself, "but now we're in the gutters of Paris, -without a sou; not a bite to eat.... Are you hungry?" he asked, looking -up at me. - -"I haven't eaten anything since that little roll you gave me this -morning." - -"Poor, poor child, and you'll have to go to bed to-night without supper. -And where are we going to sleep?" - -"Did you count on sleeping at Garofoli's, then?" - -"I counted upon you sleeping there, and as he would have given me twenty -francs for you for the winter, I could have managed for the time being. -But, seeing the way he treated those children, I could not give you to -him." - -"Oh, you are so good!" - -"Perhaps in this old, hardened vagabond there is still a bit of the -young man's heart left. This old vagabond calculated shrewdly, but the -young man still in him upset all.... Now, where to go?" he murmured. - -It was already late and the cold had increased. It was going to be a -hard night. For a long time Vitalis sat on the stone. Capi and I stood -silently before, waiting until he had come to some decision. Finally he -rose. - -"Where are we going?" - -"To Gentilly, to try and find a race-course where I've slept sometimes. -Are you tired?" - -"I rested at Garofoli's." - -"The pity is that I haven't rested, and I can't do much more. But we -must get along. Forward! March! Children!" - -This was his good humor signal for the dogs and myself when we were -about to start, but this night he said it sadly. - -Here we were, wandering in the streets of Paris; the night was dark and -the gas jets, which flickered in the wind, lit the alleys but dimly. At -each step we slipped on the ice-covered pavement. Vitalis held me by the -hand, and Capi followed at our heels. From time to time, the poor dog -stopped behind to look amongst a heap of garbage to see if he could find -a bone or a crust, for he was oh, so hungry, but the garbage was covered -with frozen snow and he searched in vain. With drooping ears he trotted -on to catch up with us. - -After the big streets, more alleys; after the alleys, more big streets; -we walked on, and on; the few pedestrians that we met stared at us in -astonishment. Was it our costumes? Was it the tired way we plodded along -which arrested their attention? The policemen that we passed turned -round and followed us with a glance. - -Without saying a word, Vitalis tramped on, his back almost bent double, -but despite the cold, his hand burned in mine. It seemed to me that he -was trembling. Sometimes, when he stopped to lean for a minute against -my shoulder, I felt all his body shaken with trembling. Ordinarily, I -would not dare to have questioned him, but I felt I must to-night. -Besides, I had a great wish to tell him how much I loved him or, at -least, that I wanted to do something for him. - -"You are ill?" I said, when he stopped again. - -"I'm afraid so; anyway, I'm very tired. This cold is too severe for my -old blood. I need a good bed and a supper before a fire. But that's a -dream. Forward! March! Children." - -Forward! March! We had left the city behind us; we were now in the -suburbs. We saw no people or policemen or street lights, only a lighted -window here and there, and over our heads the dark-blue sky dotted with -a few stars. The wind, which blew more bitter and more violently, stuck -our clothing to our bodies. Fortunately, it was at our backs, but as the -sleeves of my coat were all torn near the shoulders, it blew in and -slipped along my arms, chilling me to the bone. - -Although it was dark and the streets continually crossed each other, -Vitalis walked like a man who knows his way, and was perfectly sure of -his road. So I followed, feeling sure that we should not lose ourselves. -Suddenly, he stopped. - -"Do you see a group of trees?" he asked. - -"I don't see anything." - -"You don't see a big black mass?" - -I looked on all sides before answering. I saw no trees or houses. Space -all around us. There was no other sound save the whistle of the wind. - -"See, down there!" He stretched out his right hand before him, then, as -I did not reply, for I was afraid to say that I saw nothing, he trudged -on again. - -Some minutes passed in silence; then he stopped once more and asked me -if I did not see a group of trees. A vague fear made my voice tremble -when I replied that I saw nothing. - -"It is fear, my boy, that makes your eyes dance; look again." - -"I tell you, I do not see any trees." - -"Not on the big road?" - -"I can't see anything." - -"We've made a mistake." - -I could say nothing, for I did not know where we were, nor where we were -going. - -"Let us walk for another five minutes and, if we do not see the trees, -we will come back here. I might have made a mistake on the road." - -Now that I knew that we had gone astray, I seemed to have no more -strength left. Vitalis pulled me by the arm. - -"Come, come." - -"I can't walk any farther." - -"Ah, and do you think I'm going to carry you?" - -I followed him. - -"Are there any deep ruts in the road?" - -"No." - -"Then we must turn back." - -We turned. Now we faced the wind. It stung our faces like a lash. It -seemed that my face was being scorched with a flame. - -"We have to take a road leading from the cross-roads," said my master -feebly; "tell me when you see it." - -For a quarter of an hour we went on, struggling against the wind; in the -doleful silence of the night the noise of our footsteps echoed on the -dry, hard earth. Although scarcely able to put one foot before the -other, it was I who dragged Vitalis. How anxiously I looked to the left! -In the dark shadows I suddenly saw a little red light. - -"See, there's a light," I said, pointing. - -"Where?" - -Vitalis looked; although the light was but a short distance off, he saw -nothing. I knew then that his sight was going. - -"What is that light to us?" he asked; "it is a lamp burning on the table -of some worker, or it's near the bed of a dying person. We cannot go -and knock at those doors. Away in the country, during the night, you -can ask hospitality, but so near Paris ... we must not expect -hospitality here. Come." - -A few steps more and I thought I could make out the cross-roads and a -black mass which must be the trees. I let go of my master's hand to go -ahead quicker. There were deep ruts in the road. - -"See, here are the ruts?" I cried. - -"Give me your hand, we are saved," said Vitalis; "look, now you can see -the group of trees." - -I told him that I thought I could see the trees. - -"In five minutes we shall be there," he murmured. - -We trudged along, but the five minutes seemed an eternity. - -"Where are the ruts?" - -"They are still on the right." - -"We must have passed the entrance to the race-course without seeing it. -I think we'd better go back." - -Once more we turned back. - -"Do you see the trees?" - -"Yes, there on the left." - -"And the ruts?" - -"There are not any." - -"Am I blind?" asked Vitalis in a low voice, as he passed his hands -across his eyes; "walk straight along by the trees, and give me your -hand." - -"Here is a wall." - -"No, it's a heap of stones." - -"No, I am sure it's a wall." - -Vitalis took a step aside to see if it really was as I said. He -stretched out his two hands and touched the wall. - -"Yes, it's a wall," he murmured. "Where is the entrance. Look for the -track." - -I stooped down to the ground and felt all along to the end of the wall, -but I found no entrance; then, turning back to where Vitalis stood, I -continued to feel along the wall on the other side. The result was the -same; there was no opening, no gate. - -"There is nothing," I said. - -The situation was terrible. Without doubt my master was delirious. -Perhaps there was no race-course here at all! Vitalis stood for a moment -as though in a dream. Capi began to bark impatiently. - -"Shall we look further?" I asked. - -"No, the race-course is walled up." - -"Walled up?" - -"Yes, they have closed the opening, and it is impossible for us to get -inside." - -"Well, then?" - -"What to do, eh? I don't know. Die here." - -"Oh, Master! Master!" - -"Yes, you don't want to die, you are so young. Life seems good to you. -Let us walk on. Can you still walk a bit further, my child." - -"Oh, but you?" - -"When I can go no farther, I shall fall down like an old horse." - -"Where shall we go?" - -"Return to Paris. When we meet a policeman we will let him take us to -the police station. I did not want that, but I cannot let you die of -cold, boy. Come, little Remi, come. On, my children. Courage!" - -We turned back the same way that we had come. What time was it? I had no -idea. We had walked for hours, a long, long time, and so slowly. Perhaps -it was midnight or one o'clock. The sky was still a somber blue, without -moon, and with but few stars, and the few that had appeared seemed to me -to be smaller than usual. The wind had increased; the snow beat in our -faces; the houses that we passed were closed for the night. It seemed to -me that if the people who slept there, warmly beneath the sheets, knew -how cold we were outside, they would have opened their doors to us. - -Vitalis walked slower and slower; when I spoke to him he made a sign to -me to be silent. We were now nearing the city. Vitalis stopped. I knew -that he had come to the end of his strength. - -"Shall I knock at one of the doors?" I asked. - -"No, they will not let us in. They are gardeners who live here. They -supply the market. They would not get up at this hour to take us in. Let -us go on." - -But he had more will than strength. After a moment he stopped again. - -"I must rest a little," he said, feebly; "I can't go on." - -There was a gate leading to a big garden. The wind had blown a lot of -straw, that covered a manure heap near the gate, into the street. - -"I am going to sit here," said Vitalis. - -"You said that if we sat down we should get too cold to get up again." - -He made no reply, but signed for me to heap up the straw against the -door; then he fell, rather than sat down upon it. His teeth chattered -and all his body shook. - -"Bring some more straw," he said; "with a lot of straw we can keep the -wind from us." - -The wind, yes, but not the cold. When I had gathered up all the straw -that I could, I sat down beside Vitalis. - -"Come quite close to me," he said, "and lift Capi on your lap. He will -give you some warmth from his body." - -Vitalis was ill. Did he know how ill? As I crept close up against him, -he bent over and kissed me. That was the second time he had kissed me. -Alas! it was the last. - -Scarcely had I cuddled up against Vitalis than I felt my eyes close. I -tried to keep them open, but I could not. I pinched my arms, but there -was no feeling in my flesh. On my legs, which were drawn up to my chest, -Capi slept already. The wind blew the wisps of straw upon us like dried -leaves that fall from a tree. There was not a soul in the street, and -around us was the silence of death. - -This silence frightened me. Of what was I afraid? I did not know, but a -vague fear came over me. It seemed to me that I was dying there. And -then I felt very sad. I thought of Chavanon, of poor Mother Barberin. -Must I die without seeing her again, and our little house, and my little -garden! Then, I was no longer cold; it seemed that I was back in my -little garden. The sun was shining and was so warm. The jonquils were -opening their golden petals; the birds were singing in the trees and on -the hedges. Yes, and Mother Barberin was hanging out the clothes that -she had just washed in the brook, which rippled over the pebbles. Then I -left Chavanon, and joined Arthur and Mrs. Milligan on the _Swan_. Then -my eyes closed again, my heart seemed to grow heavy, and I remembered no -more. - - - - -CHAPTER XVIII - -NEW FRIENDS - - -When I awoke I was in a bed, and the flames from a big fire lit up the -room in which I was lying. I had never seen this room before, nor the -people who stood near the bed. There was a man in a gray smock and -clogs, and three or four children. One, which I noticed particularly, -was a little girl about six years old, with great big eyes that were so -expressive they seemed as though they could speak. - -I raised myself on my elbow. They all came closer. - -"Vitalis?" I asked. - -"He is asking for his father," said a girl, who seemed to be the eldest -of the children. - -"He is not my father; he is my master," I said; "where is he? where's -Capi?" - -If Vitalis had been my father they perhaps would have broken the news to -me gently, but as he was only my master, they thought that they could -tell me the truth at once. - -They told me that my poor master was dead. The gardener, who lived on -the grounds outside of which we had fallen exhausted, had found us early -the next morning, when he and his son were starting off with their -vegetables and flowers to the markets. They found us lying, huddled -together in the snow, with a little covering of their straw over us. -Vitalis was already dead, and I should have died but Capi had crept up -to my chest and kept my heart warm. They had carried us into the house -and I had been placed in one of the children's warm beds. - -"And Capi?" I asked, when the gardener stopped talking. - -"Capi?" - -"Yes, the dog." - -"I don't know, he's disappeared." - -"He followed the body," said one of the children. "Didn't you see him, -Benjamin?" - -"Should say I did," answered another boy; "he walked behind the men who -carried the stretcher. He kept his head down, and now and again he -jumped up on the body, and when they made him get down he moaned and -howled something terrible." - -Poor Capi! how many times, as an actor, had he not followed Zerbino's -funeral. Even the most serious children had been obliged to laugh at his -display of grief. The more he moaned, the more they had laughed. - -The gardener and his children left me alone. Not knowing quite what to -do or what I was going to do, I got up and dressed. My harp had been -placed at the foot of the bed upon which I was lying. I passed the strap -over my shoulder and went into the room where the family were. I should -have to go, but where? While in bed I had not felt very weak, but now I -could scarcely stand; I was obliged to hold on to a chair to keep from -falling. The odor of the soup was too much for me. I was reminded -brutally that I had eaten nothing the night before. I felt faint, and -staggering, I dropped into a chair by the fire. - -"Don't you feel well, my boy?" asked the gardener. - -I told him that I did not feel very well, and I asked him to let me sit -by the fire for a little while. - -But it was not the heat that I wanted; it was food. I felt weaker as I -watched the family take their soup. If I had dared, I would have asked -for a bowl, but Vitalis had taught me not to beg. I could not tell them -I was hungry. Why? I don't know, quite, unless it was that I could not -ask for anything that I was unable to return. - -The little girl with the strange look in her eyes, and whose name was -Lise, sat opposite to me. Suddenly, she got up from the table and, -taking her bowl which was full of soup, she brought it over to me and -placed it on my knees. Weakly, for I could no longer speak, I nodded my -head to thank her. The father did not give me time to speak even if I -had been able. - -"Take it, my boy," he said. "What Lise gives is given with a kind heart. -There is more if you want more." - -If I want more! The bowl of soup was swallowed in a few seconds. When I -put down the soup, Lise, who had remained standing before me, heaved a -little sigh of content. Then she took my bowl and held it out to her -father to have it refilled, and when it was full she brought it to me -with such a sweet smile, that in spite of my hunger, I sat staring at -her, without thinking to take it from her. The second bowlful -disappeared promptly like the first. It was no longer a smile that -curved Lise's pretty lips; she burst out laughing. - -"Well, my boy," said her father, "you've got an appetite and no -mistake." - -I was much ashamed, but after a moment I thought it better to confess -the truth than to be thought a glutton, so I told them that I had not -had any supper the night before. - -"And dinner?" - -"No dinner, either." - -"And your master?" - -"He hadn't eaten, either." - -"Then he died as much from starvation as from cold." - -The hot soup had given me strength. I got up to go. - -"Where are you going?" asked the father. - -"I don't know." - -"Got any friends or relations in Paris?" - -"No." - -"Where do you live?" - -"We hadn't any home. We only got to the city yesterday." - -"What are you going to do, then?" - -"Play my harp and get a little money." - -"In Paris? You had better return to your parents in the country. Where -do they live?" - -"I haven't any parents. My master bought me from my foster parents. You -have been good to me and I thank you with all my heart and, if you like, -I'll come back here on Sunday and play my harp while you dance." - -While speaking I had walked towards the door, but I had only taken a few -steps when Lise, who followed me, took my hand and pointed to my harp. - -"You want me to play now?" I asked, smiling at her. - -She nodded and clapped her hands. - -Although I had no heart to play, I played my prettiest waltz for this -little girl. At first she listened with her big, beautiful eyes fixed on -me, then she began to keep time with her feet, and very soon was dancing -gayly round the kitchen, while her brothers and sisters watched her. Her -father was delighted. When the waltz was finished the child came and -made me a pretty curtsy. I would have played for her all day, but the -father thought she had danced enough so, instead, I sang the Neapolitan -song that Vitalis had taught me. Lise stood opposite me, moving her lips -as though repeating the words. Then, suddenly, she turned round and -threw herself into her father's arms, crying. - -"That's enough music," said the father. - -"Isn't she a silly?" said the brother named Benjamin, scoffingly; "first -she dances, and then she cries!" - -"She's not so silly as you!" retorted the elder sister, leaning over the -little one affectionately. "She understands...." - -While Lise cried on her father's knee, I again strapped my harp to my -shoulder, and made for the door. - -"Where are you going?" asked the gardener. "Wouldn't you like to stay -here and work? It won't be an easy life. You'll have to get up very -early in the morning and work hard all day. But you may be sure that you -won't have to go through what you did last night. You will have a bed -and food and you will have the satisfaction of knowing that you have -earned it. And, if you're a good boy, which I think you are, you will be -one of the family." - -Lise turned round and, through her tears, she looked at me and smiled. I -could hardly believe what I heard. I just stared at the gardener. Then -Lise jumped off her father's knee and came up and took my hand. - -"Well, what do you say, boy?" asked the father. - -A family! I should have a family. I should not be alone. The man I had -lived with for several years, who had been almost a father to me, was -dead, and dear, good Capi, my companion and friend, whom I loved so -much, was lost. I had thought that all was over for me, and here was -this good man offering to take me into his family. Life would begin -again for me. He said he offered me food and lodging, but what meant -more to me was this home life which would be mine also. These boys would -be my brothers. This pretty little Lise would be my sister. I would no -longer be nobody's boy. In my childish dreams I had more than once -thought I might find my father and mother, but I had never thought that -I should have brothers and sisters! And this was what was being offered -to me. I quickly slipped the strap of my harp from off my shoulders. - -"There's his reply," said the father, laughing. "I can see by your face -how pleased you are; no need for you to say anything. Hang your harp up -there on the wall and when you get tired of us you may take it down and -go on your way again, but you must do like the swallows, choose your -season to start on your flight. Don't go off in the depth of winter." - -My new family consisted of the father, whose name was Pierre Acquin, two -boys, Alexix and Benjamin, and two girls, Etiennette, the elder, and -Lise, the youngest of the family. - -Lise was dumb. She was not born dumb, but just before her fourth -birthday, through an illness, she had lost the power of speech. This -affliction, fortunately, had not impaired her intelligence; quite the -contrary, her intelligence was developed to an extraordinary degree. She -seemed to understand everything. And her sweet, pretty ways made her -adored by the family. - -Since the mother had died, Etiennette had been mother to the family. She -had left school early to stay at home to cook and sew and clean the -house for her father and brothers. They had quite forgotten that she was -the daughter, the sister; they were so accustomed to seeing her doing -the work of a servant, for she seldom went out and was never angry. -Carrying Lise in her arms, dragging Benny by the hand, getting up at -daybreak to get her father's breakfast, going to bed late after washing -the dishes, she had not had time to be a child. At fourteen years her -face was serious and sad. It was not the face of a little girl. - -Five minutes after I had hung my harp on the wall, I was telling them -all what had happened the night before, how we had hoped to sleep on the -race-course, when I heard a scratching on the door which opened onto the -garden; then there was a plaintive whine. - -"Capi! Capi!" I cried, jumping up quickly. - -But Lise was before me; she had already opened the door. - -Capi sprang upon me. I took him in my arms; with little howls of joy, -and his whole body trembling, he licked my face. - -"And Capi?..." I asked. - -My question was understood. - -"Well, Capi will remain with you, of course," said the father. - -As though he knew what we were saying, the dog jumped to the ground and -putting his paw straight on his heart, he bowed. It made the children -laugh, especially Lise, and to amuse them I wanted Capi to perform some -of his tricks, but he had no wish to obey me; he jumped on my knee and -commenced to lick my face; then he sprung down and began to drag me by -the sleeve of my coat. - -"He wants me to go out." - -"To take you to your master." - -The police, who had taken Vitalis away, had said that they wished to -question me when I was better. It was very uncertain as to when they -would come, and I was anxious to have news. Perhaps Vitalis was not dead -as they had thought. Perhaps there was still a spark of life left in my -master's body. - -Upon seeing my anxiety, Monsieur Acquin offered to take me to the police -station. When we arrived there I was questioned at length, but I would -give no information until they had declared that poor Vitalis was really -dead. Then I told them what I knew. It was very little. Of myself I was -able to say that I had no parents and that Vitalis had hired me for a -sum of money, which he had paid in advance to my foster mother's -husband. - -"And now?..." inquired the commissioner. - -"We are going to take care of him," interrupted my new friend; "that -is, if you will let us." - -The commissioner was willing to confide me to his care and complimented -him upon his kind act. - -It is not easy for a child to hide much from a police officer who knows -his business. They very soon trap persons into telling what they wish to -hide. This was so in my case. The commissioner had quickly gleaned from -me all about Garofoli. - -"There is nothing to do but to take him to this chap, Garofoli," he said -to one of his men. "Once in the street he mentions, he will soon -recognize the house. You can go up with him and question the man." - -The three of us started. As the officer had said, we found the street -and the house. We went up to the fourth floor. I did not see Mattia. He -had probably been taken off to the hospital. Upon seeing the officer and -recognizing me, Garofoli paled and looked frightened, but he soon -recovered himself when he learned that they had only come to question -him about Vitalis. - -"So the old fellow is dead?" he said. - -"You know him? Well, tell us all you can about him." - -"There is not much to tell. His name was not Vitalis. He was Carlo -Balzini, and if you had lived thirty-five or forty years ago in Italy, -that name alone would tell you all you want to know. Carlo Balzini was -the greatest singer of the day. He sang in Naples, Rome, Milan, Venice, -Florence, London and Paris. Then came the time when he lost his -magnificent voice, and as he could not be the greatest of singers, he -would not dim his fame by singing on cheaper stages unworthy of his -great reputation. Instead he preferred to hide himself from the world -and from all who had known him in his triumph. Yet he had to live. He -tried several professions, but could not succeed, then finally he took -to training dogs. But in his poverty he was still very proud and he -would have died of shame if the public could have known that the -brilliant Carlo Balzini had sunk to the depths he had. It was just a -matter of chance that I learned his secret." - -Poor Carlo Balzini; dear, dear Vitalis! - - - - -CHAPTER XIX - -DISASTER - - -Vitalis had to be buried the next day, and M. Acquin promised to take me -to the funeral. But the next day I could not rise from my bed, for in -the night I was taken very ill. My chest seemed to burn like poor little -Pretty-Heart's after he had spent the night in the tree. The doctor was -called in. I had pneumonia. The doctor wanted me sent to the hospital, -but the family would not hear of it. It was during this illness that I -learned to appreciate Etiennette's goodness. She devoted herself to -nursing me. How good and kind she was during that terrible sickness. -When she was obliged to leave me to attend to her household duties, Lise -took her place, and many times in my delirium I saw little Lise sitting -at the foot of my bed with her big eyes fixed on me anxiously. In my -delirium I thought that she was my guardian angel, and I would speak to -her and tell her of all my hopes and desires. It was from this time that -I began to consider her as something ideal, as a different being from -the other people I met. It seemed surprising that she could live in our -life; in my boyish imagination I could picture her flying away with big -white wings to a more beautiful world. - -I was ill for a very long time. At night, when I was almost -suffocating, I had to have some one to sit up with me; then Alexix and -Benny would take turns. At last I was convalescent, and then it was Lise -who replaced Etiennette and walked with me down by the river. Of course -during these walks she could not talk, but strange to say we had no need -of words. We seemed to understand each other so well without talking. -Then came the day when I was strong enough to work with the others in -the garden. I had been impatient to commence, for I wanted to do -something for my kind friends who had done so much for me. - -As I was still weak, the task that was given to me was in proportion to -my strength. Every morning after the frost had passed, I had to lift the -glass frames and at night, before it got chilly, I had to close them -again. During the day I had to shade the wall flowers with straw -coverings to protect them from the sun. This was not difficult to do, -but it took all my time, for I had several hundred glasses to move twice -daily. - -Days and months passed. I was very happy. Sometimes I thought that I was -too happy, it could not last. M. Acquin was considered one of the -cleverest florists round about Paris. After the wall flower season was -over other flowers replaced them. - -For many weeks we had been working very hard, as the season promised to -be an especially good one. We had not even taken a rest on Sunday, but -as all the flowers were now perfect and ready for the approaching -season, it was decided that, for a reward, we were all to go and have -dinner on Sunday, August 5th, with one of M. Acquin's friends, who was -also a florist. Capi was to be one of the party. We were to work until -four o'clock, and when all was finished we were to lock the gates and go -to Arcueil. Supper was for six o'clock. After supper we were to come -home at once, so as not to be late in getting to bed, as Monday morning -we had to be up bright and early, ready for work. A few minutes before -four we were all ready. - -"Come on, all of you," cried M. Acquin gayly. "I'm going to lock the -gates." - -"Come, Capi." - -Taking Lise by the hand, I began to run with her; Capi jumped around us, -barking. We were all dressed up in our best, and looking forward to a -good dinner. Some people turned round to watch us as we passed. I don't -know what I looked like, but Lise in her blue dress and white shoes was -the prettiest little girl that one could see. Time passed quickly. - -We were having dinner out of doors when, just as we had finished, one of -us remarked how dark it was getting. Clouds were gathering quickly in -the sky. - -"Children, we must go home," said M. Acquin, "there's going to be a -storm." - -"Go, already!" came the chorus. - -"If the wind rises, all the glasses will be upset." - -We all knew the value of those glass frames and what they mean to a -florist. It would be terrible for us if the wind broke ours. - -"I'll hurry ahead with Benny and Alexix," the father said. "Remi can -come on with Etiennette and Lise." - -They rushed off. Etiennette and I followed more slowly with Lise. No one -laughed now. The sky grew darker. The storm was coming quickly. Clouds -of dust swirled around us; we had to turn our backs and cover our eyes -with our hands, for the dust blinded us. There was a streak of lightning -across the sky, then came a heavy clap of thunder. - -Etiennette and I had taken Lise by the hands; we were trying to drag her -along faster, but she could scarcely keep up with us. Would the father, -Benny and Alexix get home before the storm broke? If they were only in -time to close the glass cases so that the wind could not get under them -and upset them! The thunder increased; the clouds were so heavy that it -seemed almost night. Then suddenly there was a downpour of hail, the -stones struck us in the face, and we had to race to take shelter under a -big gateway. - -In a minute the road was covered with white, like in winter. The -hailstones were as large as pigeon eggs; as they fell they made a -deafening sound, and every now and again we could hear the crash of -broken glass. With the hailstones, as they slid from the roofs to the -street, fell all sorts of things, pieces of slate, chimney pots, tiles, -etc. - -"Oh, the glass frames!" cried Etiennette. - -I had the same thought. - -"Even if they get there before the hail, they will never have time to -cover the glasses with straw. Everything will be ruined." - -"They say that hail only falls in places," I said, trying to hope still. - -"Oh, this is too near home for us to escape. If it falls on the garden -the same as here, poor father will be ruined. And he counted so much on -those flowers, he needs the money so badly." - -I had heard that the glass frames cost as much as 1800 francs a hundred, -and I knew what a disaster it would be if the hail broke our five or six -hundred, without counting the plants and the conservatories. I would -liked to have questioned Etiennette, but we could scarcely hear each -other speak, and she did not seem disposed to talk. She looked at the -hail falling with a hopeless expression, like a person would look upon -his house burning. - -The hurricane lasted but a short while; it stopped as suddenly as it had -commenced. It lasted perhaps six minutes. The clouds swept over Paris -and we were able to leave our shelter. The hailstones were thick on the -ground. Lise could not walk in them in her thin shoes, so I took her on -my back and carried her. Her pretty face, which was so bright when going -to the party, was now grief-stricken and the tears rolled down her -cheeks. - -Before long we reached the house. The big gates were open and we went -quickly into the garden. What a sight met our eyes! All the glass frames -were smashed to atoms. Flowers, pieces of glass and hailstones were all -heaped together in our once beautiful garden. Everything was shattered! - -Where was the father? - -We searched for him. Last of all we found him in the big conservatory, -of which every pane of glass was broken. He was seated on a wheelbarrow -in the midst of the débris which covered the ground. Alexix and Benjamin -stood beside him silently. - -"My children, my poor little ones!" he cried, when we all were there. - -He took Lise in his arms and began to sob. He said nothing more. What -could he have said? It was a terrible catastrophe, but the consequences -were still more terrible. I soon learned this from Etiennette. - -Ten years ago their father had bought the garden and had built the house -himself. The man who had sold him the ground had also lent him the money -to buy the necessary materials required by a florist. The amount was -payable in yearly payments for fifteen years. The man was only waiting -for an occasion when the florist would be late in payment to take back -the ground, house, material; keeping, of course, the ten-year payments -that he had already received. - -This was a speculation on the man's part, for he had hoped that before -the fifteen years expired there would come a day when the florist would -be unable to meet his notes. This day had come at last! Now what was -going to happen? - -We were not left long in doubt. The day after the notes fell due--this -sum which was to have been paid from the sale of his season's flowers--a -gentleman dressed all in black came to the house and handed us a stamped -paper. It was the process server. He came often; so many times that he -soon began to know us by name. - -"How do you do, Mlle. Etiennette? Hello, Remi; hello, Alexix!" - -And he handed us his stamped paper smilingly, as though we were friends. -The father did not stay in the house. He was always out. He never told -us where he went. Probably he went to call on business men, or he might -have been at court. - -What would the result be? A part of the winter passed. As we were unable -to repair the conservatories and renew the glass frames, we cultivated -vegetables and hardier flowers that did not demand shelter. They were -not very productive, but at least it was something, and it was work for -us. One evening the father returned home more depressed than usual. - -"Children," he said, "it is all over." - -I was about to leave the room, for I felt that he had something serious -to say to his children. He signed to me to stop. - -"You are one of the family, Remi," he said sadly, "and although you are -not very old, you know what trouble is. Children, I am going to leave -you." - -There was a cry on all sides. - -Lise flung her arms round her father's neck. He held her very tight. - -"Ah, it's hard to leave you, dear children," he said, "but the courts -have ordered me to pay, and as I have no money, everything here has to -be sold, and as that is not enough, I have to go to prison for five -years. As I am not able to pay with my money, I have to pay with my -liberty." - -We all began to cry. - -"Yes, it's sad," he continued brokenly, "but a man can't do anything -against the law. My attorney says that it used to be worse than it is." - -There was a tearful silence. - -"This is what I have decided is the best thing to do," continued the -father. "Remi, who is the best scholar, will write to my sister -Catherine and explain the matter to her and ask her to come to us. Aunt -Catherine has plenty of common sense and she will be able to decide what -should be done for the best." - -It was the first time that I had written a letter, and this was a very -painful one, but we still had a ray of hope. We were very ignorant -children and the fact that Aunt Catherine was coming, and that she was -practical, made us hope that everything could be made right. But she did -not come as soon as we had hoped. A few days later the father had just -left the house to call on one of his friends, when he met the police -face to face coming for him. He returned to the house with them; he was -very pale; he had come to say good-by to his children. - -"Don't be so downcast, man," said one of them who had come to take him; -"to be in prison for debt is not so dreadful as you seem to think. -You'll find some very good fellows there." - -I went to fetch the two boys, who were in the garden. Little Lise was -sobbing; one of the men stooped down and whispered something in her ear, -but I did not hear what he said. - -The parting was over very quickly. M. Acquin caught Lise up in his arms -and kissed her again and again, then he put her down, but she clung to -his hand. Then he kissed Etiennette, Alexix and Benny and gave Lise into -her sister's care. I stood a little apart, but he came to me and kissed -me affectionately, just like the others, and then they took him away. We -all stood in the middle of the kitchen crying; not one of us had a word -to say. - -Aunt Catherine arrived an hour later. We were still crying bitterly. For -a country woman who had no education or money, the responsibility that -had fallen upon her was heavy. A family of destitute children, the -eldest not yet sixteen, the youngest a dumb girl. Aunt Catherine had -been a nurse in a lawyer's family; she at once called upon this man to -ask his advice, and it was he who decided our fate. When she returned -from the lawyer's, she told us what had been arranged. Lise was to go -and live with her. Alexix was to go to an uncle at Varses, Benny to -another uncle, who was a florist at Saint-Quentin, and Etiennette to an -aunt who lived at the seashore. - -I listened to these plans, waiting until they came to me. When Aunt -Catherine ceased speaking, and I had not been mentioned, I said, "And -me?..." - -"Why, you don't belong to the family." - -"I'll work for you." - -"You're not one of the family." - -"Ask Alexix and Benny if I can't work, and I like work." - -"And soup, also, eh?" - -"But he's one of the family; yes, aunt, he's one of the family," came -from all sides. - -Lise came forwards and clasped her hands before her aunt with an -expression that said more than words. - -"Poor mite," said Aunt Catherine, "I know you'd like him to come and -live with us, but we can't always get what we want. You're my niece, and -if my man makes a face when I take you home, all I've to tell him is -that you're a relation, and I'm going to have you with me. It will be -like that with your other uncles and aunts. They will take a relation, -but not strangers." - -I felt there was nothing to say. What she said was only too true. I was -not one of the family. I could claim nothing, ask nothing; that would be -begging. And yet I loved them all and they all loved me. Aunt Catherine -sent us to bed, after telling us that we were to be parted the next day. - -Scarcely had we got upstairs than they all crowded round me. Lise clung -to me, crying. Then I knew, that in spite of their grief at parting from -one another, it was of me that they thought; they pitied me because I -was alone. I felt, indeed, then that I was their brother. Suddenly an -idea came to me. - -"Listen," I said; "even if your aunts and uncles don't want me, I can -see that you consider me one of the family." - -"Yes, yes," they all cried. - -Lise, who could not speak, just squeezed my hand and looked up at me -with her big, beautiful eyes. - -"Well, I'm a brother, and I'll prove it," I said stoutly. - -"There's a job with Pernuit; shall I go over and speak to him -to-morrow?" asked Etiennette. - -"I don't want a job. If I take a job I shall have to stay in Paris, and -I shan't see you again. I'm going to put on my sheepskin and take my -harp, and go first to one place and then to another where you are all -going to live. I shall see you all one after the other, and I'll carry -the news from one to the other, so you'll all be in touch. I haven't -forgotten my songs nor my dance music, and I'll get enough money to -live." - -Every face beamed. I was glad they were so pleased with my idea. For a -long time we talked, then Etiennette made each one go to bed, but no one -slept much that night, I least of all. The next day at daybreak Lise -took me into the garden. - -"You want to speak to me?" I asked. - -She nodded her head. - -"You are unhappy because we are going to be parted? You need not tell -me; I can see it in your eyes, and I am unhappy, too." - -She made a sign that it was something else she wanted to say. - -"In fifteen days I shall be at Dreuzy, where you are going to live." - -She shook her head. - -"You don't want me to go to Dreuzy?" - -In order for us to understand each other, I made more progress by -questioning. She replied either with a nod or a shake of the head. She -told me that she wanted to see me at Dreuzy, but pointing her finger in -three directions, she made me understand that I must first go and see -her brothers and sister. - -"You want me first to go to Varses, then Esnandes and then -Saint-Quentin?" - -She smiled and nodded, pleased that I understood. - -"Why?" - -Then with her lips and hands, and above all with her eyes, she explained -to me why she wished this. She wanted me to go and see her sister and -brothers first, so that when I reached Dreuzy I could tell her news of -them. They had to start at eight o'clock, and Aunt Catherine had ordered -a cab to take them, first of all to the prison to say good-by to their -father, and then each, with their baggage, to the different depots where -they had to take their trains. At seven o'clock Etiennette, in her turn, -took me in the garden. - -"I want to give you a little keepsake, Remi," she said. "Take this -little case; my godfather gave it to me. You'll find thread, needles and -scissors in it; when you are tramping along the roads you'll need them, -for I shan't be there to put a patch on your clothes, nor sew a button -on. When you use my scissors, think of us all." - -While Etiennette was speaking to me, Alexix loitered near; when she left -me to return to the house, he came up. - -"Say, Remi," he began, "I've got two five franc pieces. Take one; I'll -be so pleased if you will." - -Of the five of us, Alexix was the only one who cared very much for -money. We always made fun of his greed; he saved up sou by sou, counting -his hoard continually, he was always very proud when he had a brand new -piece. His offer touched me to the heart; I wanted to refuse, but he -insisted, and slipped a shiny silver piece into my hand. I knew that his -friendship for me must be very strong if he were willing to share his -treasure with me. - -Benjamin, neither, had forgotten me; he also wanted to give me a -present. He gave me his knife, and in exchange he exacted a sou, because -he said "a knife cuts friendship." - -The time passed quickly. The moment had come for us to part. As the cab -was drawing up at the house, Lise again made a sign for me to follow her -into the garden. - -"Lise!" called her aunt. - -She made no reply, but ran quickly down the path. She stopped at a big -Bengal rose tree and cut off a branch, then, turning to me, she divided -the stalk in two; there was a rose on either side. The language of the -lips is a small thing compared with the language of the eyes; how cold -and empty are words compared with looks! - -"Lise! Lise!" cried her aunt. - -The baggage was already in the cab. I took down my harp and called to -Capi. At the sight of my old suit, he jumped and barked with joy. He -loved his liberty on the high roads more than being closed up in the -garden. They all got into the cab. I lifted Lise onto her aunt's lap. I -stood there half dazed, then the aunt gently pushed me away and closed -the door. They were off. - -Through a mist I watched Lise as she leaned out of the window waving -her hand to me, then the cab sharply turned the corner of the street and -all I could see was a cloud of dust. - -Leaning on my harp, with Capi sprawling at my feet, I stayed there -looking absently down the street. A neighbor, who had been asked to lock -up the house and keep the key, called to me: - -"Are you going to stay there all day?" - -"No, I'm off now." - -"Where are you going?" - -"Straight ahead." - -"If you'd like to stay," he said, perhaps out of pity, "I'll keep you, -but I can't pay you, because you're not very strong. Later I might give -you something." - -I thanked him, but said no. - -"Well, as you like; I was only thinking for your own good. Good-by and -good luck!" - -He went away. The cab had gone, the house was locked up. - -I turned away from the home where I had lived for two years, and where I -had hoped always to live. The sky was clear, the weather warm, very -different from the icy night when poor Vitalis and I had fallen -exhausted by the wall. - -So these two years had only been a halt. I must go on my way again. But -the stay had done me good. It had given me strength and I had made dear -friends. I was not now alone in the world, and I had an object in life, -to be useful and give pleasure to those I loved. - - - - -CHAPTER XX - -MATTIA - - -The world was before me; I could go where I liked, north, south, east or -west. I was my own master. How many children there are who say to -themselves, "If I could only do as I liked, ... if I were my own -master!" And how impatiently they look forward to this day when they can -do the things they have longed to do, ... often very foolish things. -Between these children and myself there was a vast difference. When they -do anything foolish there is a hand stretched out, and they are picked -up if they fall. If I fell I should go down, down, down, and I might not -be able to pick myself up again. I was afraid. I knew the dangers that -beset me. - -Before beginning my wanderings I wanted to see the man who had been so -good to me. Aunt Catherine had not wished to take me with them when they -had gone to say good-by, but I felt that, at least, I could go and see -him now that I was alone. - -I did not dare walk across Paris with Capi running at my heels. I was -afraid that a policeman would stop and question me. My greatest fear was -the police. I tied a string to Capi's collar. I was loath to do this, -for I knew that it hurt his self-respect, but it had to be, and in this -humiliating manner I dragged him along to the Clichy prison, where M. -Acquin was serving his sentence. For some moments I looked in a sort of -fear at the great prison doors, thinking that perhaps once they had -closed on me I might not be able to get out again. I found it more -difficult than I had thought to get into a prison, but I would not be -discouraged. After much waiting and questioning, I was finally permitted -to see M. Acquin. - -"Ah, Remi, boy, I was expecting you," he said, as I entered the room -where visitors were allowed to see the prisoners. "I scolded Aunt -Catherine for not bringing you with the others." - -I brightened up at these words. - -"The children tell me that you are going on your wanderings again. Have -you forgotten that you almost died of cold and hunger, my boy?" - -"No, I've not forgotten that." - -"You were not alone then; you had some one to look after you. At your -age I don't think it is right to go tramping across the country alone." - -"You don't want me to bring you news of your children, then?" I asked. - -"They told me that you were going to see them all, one after the other," -he replied, "but I am not thinking of us when I ask you to give up this -wandering life." - -"And if I do what you ask I should be thinking of myself and not of you -... of Lise." - -This time he looked at me for several seconds, then he suddenly took -both my hands. - -"You have a heart, and I will not say another word, my boy. God will -take care of you." - -I threw my arms round his neck; the time had come for me to say good-by. -For some moments he held me in silence, then suddenly he felt in his -vest pocket and pulled out a large silver watch. - -"Here, boy, take this," he said. "I want you to have it as a keepsake. -It isn't of much value; if it had been I'd have sold it. It doesn't keep -good time, either. When anything is wrong with it, just give it a thump. -It is all I have." - -I wanted to refuse such a beautiful present, but he forced it into my -closed hands. - -"Oh, I don't need to know the time," he said sadly; "the hours pass -slowly enough. I should die counting them. Good-by, little Remi; always -remember to be a good boy." - -I was very unhappy. How good he had been to me! I lingered round the -prison doors for a long time after I had left him. I might have stayed -there perhaps until night if I had not suddenly touched a hard round -object in my pocket. My watch! - -All my grief was forgotten for the moment. My watch! My very own watch -by which I could tell the time. I pulled it out to see the hour. Midday! -It was a matter of small importance whether it was midday, ten o'clock -or two o'clock. Yet, I was very pleased that it was midday. It would -have been hard to say why, but such was the case. I knew that it was -midday; my watch told me so. What an affair! It seemed to me that a -watch was a sort of confidential friend of whom one could ask advice and -to whom one could talk. - -"Friend watch, what's the time?" - -"Just twelve o'clock, my dear Remi." - -"Really! Then it's time for me to do this or that. A good thing you -reminded me; if you had not, I should have forgotten." - -In my joy I had not noticed that Capi was almost as pleased as myself. -He pulled me by the leg of my trousers and barked several times. As he -continued to bark, I was forced to bestow some attention upon him. - -"What do you want, Capi?" I asked. - -He looked at me, but I failed to understand him. He waited some moments, -then came and stood up against me, putting his paws on the pocket where -I had placed my watch. He wanted to know the time to tell the -"distinguished audience," like in the days when he had worked with -Vitalis. - -I showed the watch to him. He looked at it for some time, as though -trying to remember, then, wagging his tail, he barked twelve times. He -had not forgotten! We could earn money with my watch! That was something -I had not counted upon. - -Forward march, children! - -I took one last look at the prison, behind the walls of which little -Lise's father was shut, then went on my way. - -The thing I needed most of all was a map of France. Knowing that in the -book stalls on the quays I could procure one, I wended my way towards -the river. At last I found one that was so yellow that the man let me -have it for fifteen sous. - -I was able to leave Paris now, and I decided to do so at once. I had a -choice between two roads. I chose the road to Fontainebleau. As I went -up the Rue Mouffetard, a host of memories rushed upon me. Garofoli! -Mattia! Ricardo! the soup pot fastened with a padlock, the whip, and -Vitalis, my poor, good master, who had died because he would not rent me -to the _padrone_. As I passed the church I saw a little boy leaning -against the wall, and I thought I recognized him. Surely it was Mattia, -the boy with the big head, the great eyes and the soft, resigned look. -But then he had not grown one inch! I went nearer to see better. Yes, it -was Mattia. He recognised me. His pale face broke into a smile. - -"Ah, it's you," he said. "You came to Garofoli's a long time ago with an -old man with a white beard, just before I went to the hospital. Ah! how -I used to suffer with my head then." - -"Is Garofoli still your master?" - -He glanced round before replying, then lowering his voice he said: -"Garofoli is in prison. They took him because he beat Orlando to death." - -I was shocked at this. I was pleased to hear that they had put Garofoli -in prison, and for the first time I thought the prisons, which inspired -me with so much horror, had their use. - -"And the other boys?" I asked. - -"Oh, I don't know. I was not there when Garofoli was arrested. When I -came out of the hospital, Garofoli, seeing that it was no good to beat -me 'cause I got ill, wanted to get rid of me, so he sold me for two -years to the Gassot Circus. They paid him in advance. D'ye know the -Gassot Circus? No? Well, it's not much of a circus, but it's a circus -all the same. They wanted a child for dislocation, and Garofoli sold me -to Mr. Gassot. I stayed with him until last Monday, when he sent me off -because my head was too big to go into the box. After leaving the circus -I went back to find Garofoli, but the place was all shut up, and a -neighbor told me what had happened. Now that Garofoli's in prison I -don't know where to go. - -"And I haven't any money," he added, "and I haven't had a bite to eat -since yesterday." - -I was not rich, but I had enough to give something to poor Mattia. How I -would have blessed one who would have given me a crust of bread when I -was wandering round Toulouse, famished like Mattia now. - -"Stay here until I come back," I said. - -I ran to a bakery at the corner of the street and soon returned with a -roll, which I offered him. He devoured it in a moment. - -"Now," I said, "what do you want to do?" - -"I don't know. I was trying to sell my violin when you spoke to me, and -I would have sold it before, if I hadn't hated to part with it. My -violin is all I have and when I'm sad, I find a spot where I can be -alone and play to myself. Then I see all sorts of beautiful things in -the sky, more beautiful than in a dream." - -"Why don't you play your violin in the streets?" - -"I did, but I didn't get anything." - -How well I knew what it was to play and not get a coin. - -"What are you doing?" he asked. - -I don't know why, but on the spur of the moment, I put up a ridiculous -bluff. - -"I'm the boss of a company," I said proudly. - -It was true, but the truth was very near a falsehood. My "company" only -consisted of Capi. - -"Oh, will you...." began Mattia. - -"What?" - -"Take me in your company?" - -Not wishing to deceive him, I smiled and pointed to Capi. - -"But that is all the company I have," I said. - -"Well, what does that matter? I'll be another. Oh, please don't leave -me; I shall die of hunger!" - -Die of hunger! His words seemed to strike my very heart. I knew what it -would be to die of hunger. - -"I can play the violin, and I can dislocate," said Mattia breathlessly. -"I can dance on the tight rope, I can sing, I'll do anything you like. -I'll be your servant; I'll obey you. I don't ask for money; food only. -And if I do badly, you can beat me, that is understood. All that I ask -is, that you won't strike me on the head; that also must be understood, -because my head is very sore since Garofoli beat me so much on it." - -I felt like crying, to hear poor little Mattia speak so. How could I -refuse to take him with me. Die of hunger! But with me there was also a -chance that he might die of hunger. I told him so, but he would not -listen to me. - -"No, no," he said; "when there are two, one doesn't starve, because one -helps the other. The one who has it gives to the one who hasn't." - -I hesitated no longer. As I had some I must help him. - -"Well, then, it's understood," I said. - -Instantly he took my hand and actually kissed it in gratitude. - -"Come with me," I said; "not as a servant, Mattia, but as my chum." - -Shouldering my harp, I gave the signal: - -"Forward, march!" - -At the end of a quarter of an hour, we had left Paris behind. - -I left Paris by this route because I wanted to see Mother Barberin. How -many times I had wanted to write to her and tell her that I thought of -her, and that I loved her with all my heart, but the horrible fear of -Barberin restrained me. If Barberin found me by means of my letter, he -might take me and sell me to another man. He probably had the right to -do so. I preferred that Mother Barberin should think that I was an -ungrateful boy rather than run the risk of falling into Barberin's -power. - -But though I dared not write, now that I was free, I could go and see -her. Since I had taken Mattia into my "company" I had made up my mind to -do so, for it seemed to me that it could easily be arranged. I would -send him ahead and he could find out if she were alone, and then tell -her that I was not far off, and was only waiting to know if it were safe -for me to come and see her. Then, if Barberin were in the village, -Mattia could ask her to come to some safe spot where I could meet her. - -I tramped along in silence, working out this plan. Mattia trudged by my -side; he also seemed to be thinking deeply. The idea came to me to show -off my possessions to Mattia. Unfastening my bag, I proudly spread out -my riches on the grass. I had three cotton shirts, three pairs of socks, -five handkerchiefs, all in good condition, and one pair of shoes, -slightly used. - -Mattia was awestruck. - -"And you, what have you got?" I asked. - -"I've only got my violin." - -"Well, we'll go shares, now we're chums; you'll have two shirts, two -pairs of socks, and three handkerchiefs, but as it's only fair that we -go shares in everything, you'll carry my bag for one hour and I'll carry -it for another." - -Mattia wanted to refuse the things, but as I had quickly fallen into the -habit of commanding, which, I must say I found very pleasant, I told him -to be silent. I had laid out Etiennette's needle case and also a little -box in which I had placed Lise's rose. Mattia wanted to open this box, -but I would not let him. I put it back in my bag without even lifting -the lid. - -"If you want to please me," I said, "you will never touch this box ... -it's a present." - -"I promise never to touch it," he said solemnly. - -Since I had again donned my sheepskin and my harp there was one thing -which caused me serious thought. That was my trousers. It seemed to me -that an artist ought not to wear long trousers; to appear in public an -artist should have short trousers with stockings coming over them, laced -over and over with colored ribbons. Trousers were all right for a -gardener, but now ... I was an artist! Yes, I must wear knickers. I -quickly took the scissors from Etiennette's work-case. - -"While I arrange my trousers," I said to Mattia, "you ought to show me -how you play the violin." - -"Oh, I'd like to." - -He began to play, while I boldly stuck the points of my scissors into my -trousers a little above the knee. I commenced to cut the cloth. - -Yet, however, they were a beautiful pair of gray cloth trousers, with -vest and coat to match, and I had been so proud of them when M. Acquin -had given them to me, but I did not consider that I was spoiling them by -shortening them, quite the contrary. - -At first I scarcely listened to Mattia; I was too busy cutting my -trousers, but soon I stopped manipulating the scissors and became all -ears. Mattia played almost as well as Vitalis. - -"Who taught you the violin?" I asked, clapping my hands. - -"No one, I studied alone." - -"Hasn't any one explained to you anything about music?" - -"No, I play just what I hear." - -"I'll teach you, I will." - -"You know everything, then?" - -"Well so I ought to, if I'm the director." - -I wanted to show Mattia that I also was a musician. I took my harp and, -wishing to impress him, I sang the famous canzonette. Then, as it should -be between artists, he complimented me. He had great talent. We were -worthy of each other. - -I buckled my knapsack and Mattia, in turn, hoisted it on his shoulders. - -We had to stop at the first village to give a performance. It was to be -the "First appearance of Remi's Company." - -"Teach me your song," said Mattia; "we'll sing it together, and I'll -soon be able to accompany you on the violin. That'll be pretty." - -Certainly, that would be pretty, and the "distinguished audience" would -have a heart of stone if they were not generous in their offerings. - -At the first village that we came to we had to pass before a large farm -gate; looking in we saw a crowd of people dressed up in their best; some -of them carried bouquets tied with satin streamers. It was a wedding. I -thought that perhaps these people might like a little music and dance, -so I went into the farmyard and suggested it to the first person that I -met. This was a big, good-natured looking man with a red face; he wore a -tall white collar and a Prince Albert coat. He did not reply to my -question, but turning to the guests, he put his two fingers in his mouth -and gave such a shrill whistle that it frightened Capi. - -"Say, you all," he cried, "what about a little music; the musicians have -arrived." - -"Oh, music! music!" came the chorus. - -"Take your places for the quadrilles!" - -The dancers soon gathered in the middle of the yard. Mattia and I took -our places up in a wagon. - -"Can you play the quadrilles?" I whispered anxiously. - -"Yes." - -He struck a few notes on his violin. By luck I knew the air. We were -saved. Although Mattia and I had never played together, we did not do -badly. It is true the people had not much ear for music. - -"Can one of you play the cornet?" asked the big man with the red face. - -"I can," said Mattia, "but I haven't the instrument with me." - -"I'll go and find one; the violin's pretty, but it's squeaky." - -I found that day that Mattia could play everything. We played until -night, without stopping. It did not matter for me, but poor Mattia was -very weak. From time to time I saw him turn pale as though he felt ill, -yet he continued to play, blowing with all his might. Fortunately, I was -not the only one who saw that he was ill; the bride remarked it also. - -"That's enough," she said; "that little chap is tired out. Now all hands -to your pockets for the musicians!" - -I threw my cap to Capi, who caught it in his jaws. - -"Give your offerings to our secretary, if you please," I said. - -They applauded, and were delighted at the manner in which Capi bowed. -They gave generously; the husband was the last, and he dropped a five -franc piece in the cap. The cap was full of silver coins. What a -fortune! - -We were invited to supper, and they gave us a place to sleep in the hay -loft. The next day when we left this hospitable farm we had a capital -of twenty-eight francs! - -"I owe this to you, Mattia," I said, after we had counted it; "I could -not have made an orchestra all alone." - -With twenty-eight francs in our pockets we were rich. When we reached -Corbeil I could very well afford to buy a few things that I considered -indispensable: first, a cornet, which would cost three francs at a -second-hand shop, then some red ribbons for our stockings and, lastly, -another knapsack. It would be easier to carry a small bag all the time -than a heavy one in turns. - -"A boss like you, who doesn't beat one, is too good," said Mattia, -laughing happily from time to time. - -Our prosperous state of affairs made me decide to set out for Mother -Barberin's as soon as possible. I could take her a present. I was rich -now. There was something that, more than anything else, would make her -happy, not only now, but in her old age--a cow that would replace poor -Rousette. How happy she would be if I gave her a cow, and how proud I -should be. Before arriving at Chavanon I would buy a cow and Mattia -would lead it by a rope, right into Mother Barberin's yard. - -Mattia would say to her: "Here is a cow I've brought you." - -"A cow!" she would say; "you've made a mistake, my boy," and she would -sigh. - -"No, I haven't," Mattia would answer; "you're Mother Barberin of -Chevanon, aren't you? Well, the prince (like in fairy tales) has sent -you this as a present." - -"What prince?" - -Then I would appear and take her in my arms, and after we had hugged -each other we would make some pancakes and apple fritters which would be -eaten by the three of us and not by Barberin, as on that Shrove Tuesday -when he had returned to upset our frying pan and put our butter in his -onion soup. What a beautiful dream! But to realize it we must first buy -the cow! - -How much would a cow cost? I had not the slightest idea; a great deal -probably, but still.... I did not want a very big cow. Because the -fatter the cow the higher the price, and then the bigger the cow the -more nourishment it would require, and I did not want my present to be a -source of inconvenience to Mother Barberin. The essential, for the -moment, was to find out the price of cows or, rather, of a cow of the -kind that I wanted. Fortunately, that was not difficult for we often met -many farmers and cattle dealers at the different villages where we -stopped. I put the question to the first I met at the inn that day. - -He burst out laughing and gave a bang on the table. Then he called the -landlady. - -"This little musician wants to know how much a cow costs, not a very -large one, but a very healthy one that'll give plenty of milk!" - -Every one laughed. I didn't care, though. - -"Yes, she must give good milk and not eat too much," I said. - -"And she mustn't mind being led along the lanes by a halter." - -When he had had his laugh, he was quite willing to enter a discussion -with me, and to take the matter seriously. He had just the very thing, a -nice cow which gave delicious milk--real cream!--and she hardly ate -anything. If I would put down fifty écus, the cow was mine. Although I -had had trouble in making him talk at first, once he commenced it was -difficult to stop him. Finally, we were able to retire for the night, -and I dreamed of all I had learned from him. - -Fifty écus; that was one hundred and fifty francs! I had nothing like -that great sum. Perhaps if our luck still continued I could, if I saved -sou by sou, get together the hundred and fifty francs. But it would take -time. In that case we should have to go, first of all, to Varses and see -Benny and give all the performances that we could on our way. And then -on our return we would have the money and we would go to Chavanon and -act the fairy tale, "The Prince's Cow." - -I told Mattia of my plan and he raised no objections. - - - - -CHAPTER XXI - -MEETING OLD FRIENDS - - -It took us nearly three months to do this journey, but when at last we -reached the outskirts of Varses we found that we had indeed employed our -time well. In my leather purse I now had one hundred and twenty-eight -francs. We were only short of twenty-two francs to buy Mother Barberin's -cow. - -Mattia was almost as pleased as I, and he was very proud that he had -contributed his part to such a sum. His part was great, for I am sure -that without him, Capi and I could not have collected anything like the -sum of one hundred and twenty-eight francs! From Varses to Chavanon we -could easily gain the twenty-two francs that we were short. - -It was three o'clock in the afternoon when we arrived at Varses and a -radiant sun shone in the clear sky, but the nearer we got to the town -the darker became the atmosphere. Between the sky and the earth hung a -cloud of smoke. - -I knew that Alexix's uncle was a miner at Varses, but I did not know -whether he lived in the town itself or outside. I simply knew that he -worked in a mine called the "Truyère." - -Upon entering the town I asked where this mine was situated, and I was -directed to the left bank of the river Divonne, in a little dale, -traversed by a ravine, after which the mine had been named. This dale is -as unattractive as the town. - -At the office they told us where Uncle Gaspard, Alexix's uncle, lived. -It was in a winding street, which led from the hill to the river, at a -little distance from the mine. - -When we reached the house, a woman who was leaning up against the door -talking to two or three neighbors told me that Gaspard, the miner, would -not be back until six o'clock. - -"What do you want of him?" she asked. - -"I want to see Alexix, his nephew." - -"Oh? you're Remi?" she said. "Alexix has spoken of you. He's been -expecting you. Who's that boy?" She pointed to Mattia. - -"He's my friend." - -This woman was Alexix's aunt. I thought she would ask us to go in and -rest, for we were very dusty and tired, but she simply repeated that if -I would return at six o'clock I could see Alexix, who was then at the -mine. I had not the heart to ask for what was not offered. I thanked her -and went into the town to find a baker, to get something to eat. I was -ashamed of this reception, for I felt that Mattia would wonder what it -meant. Why should we have tramped so many miles for this. - -It seemed to me that Mattia would have a poor idea of my friends, and -that when I should speak to him of Lise he would not listen to me with -the same interest. And I wanted him very much to like Lise. The cold -welcome that the aunt had given us did not encourage me to return to the -house, so at a little before six o'clock, Mattia, Capi, and I went to -the entrance of the mine to wait for Alexix. - -We had been told by which gallery the miners would come out, and a -little after six we began to see in the dark shadows of the gallery some -tiny lights which gradually became larger. The miners, with lamp in -hand, were coming up into the day, their work finished. They came on -slowly, with heavy gait, as though they suffered in the knees. I -understood how this was later, when I myself had gone over the -staircases and ladders which led to the last level. Their faces were as -black as chimney sweeps; their clothes and hats covered with coal dust. -Each man entered the lamplighter's cabin and hung up his lamp on a nail. - -Although keeping a careful lookout, I did not see Alexix until he had -rushed up to me. I should have let him pass without recognizing him. It -was hard to recognize in this boy, black from head to foot, the chum who -had raced with me down the garden paths in his clean shirt, turned up to -the elbows, and his collar thrown open, showing his White skin. - -"It's Remi," he cried, turning to a man of about forty years, who walked -near him, and who had a kind, frank face like M. Acquin. This was not -surprising, considering that they were brothers. I knew that this was -Uncle Gaspard. - -"We've been expecting you a long time," he said, smiling. - -"The road is long from Paris to Varses," I said, smiling back. - -"And your legs are short," he retorted, laughing. - -Capi, happy at seeing Alexix, expressed his joy by tugging at the leg of -his trousers with all his might. During this time I explained to Uncle -Gaspard that Mattia was my friend and partner, and that he played the -cornet better than any one. - -"And there's Monsieur Capi," said Uncle Gaspard; "you'll be rested -to-morrow, so you can entertain us, for it's Sunday. Alexix says that -that dog is cleverer than a schoolmaster and a comedian combined." - -As much as I felt ill at ease with the aunt, so I felt at ease with -Uncle Gaspard. - -"Now, you two boys talk together," he said cheerily, "I am sure that you -have a lot to say to each other. I'm going to have a chat with this -young man who plays the cornet so well." - -Alexix wanted to know about my journey, and I wanted to know about his -work; we were so busy questioning each other that neither of us waited -for a reply. - -When we arrived at the house, Uncle Gaspard invited us to supper; never -did an invitation give me such pleasure, for I had wondered as we -walked along if we should have to part at the door, the aunt's welcome -not having given us much hope. - -"Here's Remi and his friend," said the father, entering the house. - -We sat down to supper. The meal did not last long, for the aunt, who was -a gossiper, was only serving delicatessen that evening. The hard-working -miner ate his delicatessen supper without a word of complaint. He was an -easy going man who, above all, liked peace: He never complained; if he -had a remark to pass it was said in a quiet, gentle way. The supper was -soon over. - -Uncle Gaspard told me that I could sleep with Alexix that night, and -told Mattia that if he would go with him into the bakehouse he would -make him up a bed there. - -That evening and the greater part of the night Alexix and I spent -talking. - -Everything that Alexix told me excited me strangely. I had always wanted -to go down in a mine, but when I spoke of it the next day to Uncle -Gaspard he told me that he could not possibly take me down as only those -who worked in the colliery were permitted to enter. - -"If you want to be a miner," he said, "it will be easy. It's not worse -than any other job. It's better than being a singer on the streets. You -can stay here with Alexix. We'll get a job for Mattia also, but not in -playing the cornet, oh no." - -I had no intention of staying at Varses; there was something else I had -set myself to do. I was about to leave the town without my curiosity -being satisfied when circumstances came about in which I learned, in all -their horror, the dangers to which the miners are exposed. - -On the day that I was to leave Varses a large block of coal fell on -Alexix's hand and almost crushed his finger. For several days he was -obliged to give the hand complete rest. Uncle Gaspard was in despair, -for now he had no one to push his car and he was afraid that he also -would be obliged to stay at home, and he could ill afford to do this. - -"Why can't I take his place?" I asked, when he returned home after -hunting in vain for a boy. - -"I was afraid the car would be too heavy for you, my boy," he said, "but -if you'd be willing to try, you'd help me a mighty lot. It is hard to -find a boy for a few days only." - -"And while you are down in the mine I'll go off with Capi and earn the -rest of the money for the cow," cried Mattia. - -The three months that we had lived together in the open air had -completely changed Mattia. He was no longer the poor, pale boy whom I -had found leaning up against the church; much less was he the monster -whom I had seen for the first time in Garofoli's attic, looking after -the soup, and from time to time clasping his hands over his poor aching -head. Mattia never had a headache now. He was never unhappy, neither was -he thin or sad. The beautiful sun and the fresh air had given him -health and spirits. On our tramps he was always laughing and in a good -humor, seeing the best side of everything, amused at anything, happy at -nothing. How lonely I would have been without him! - -We were so utterly different in character, perhaps that was why we got -on so well together. He had a sweet, sunny disposition, a little -careless, and with a delightful way of overcoming difficulties. We might -well have quarreled when I was teaching him to read and giving his -lessons in music, for I had not the patience of a schoolmaster. I was -often unjust to him, but never once did he show signs of anger. - -It was understood that while I was down in the mine Mattia and Capi were -to go off into the suburbs and give "musical and dramatic performances" -and thereby increase our fortune. Capi, to whom I explained this -arrangement, appeared to understand and accordingly barked approval. - -The next day, following close in Uncle Gaspard's footsteps, I went down -into the deep, dark mine. He bade me be very cautious, but there was no -need for his warning. It is not without a certain fear and anxiety that -one leaves the light of day to enter into the bowels of the earth. When -far down the gallery I instinctively looked back, but the daylight at -the end of the long black tube looked like a white globe,--like the moon -in a dark, starless sky. Soon the big, black pit yawned before us. Down -below I could see the swaying lamps of other miners as they descended -the ladder. We reached the stall where Uncle Gaspard worked on the -second level. All those employed in pushing the cars were young boys, -with the exception of one whom they called Professor. He was an old man -who, in his younger days had worked as a carpenter in the mine but -through an accident, which had crushed his fingers, had been obliged to -give up his trade. I was soon to learn what it meant to be a miner. - - - - -CHAPTER XXII - -IMPRISONED IN A MINE - - -A few days later, while pushing my car along the rails, I heard a -terrible roaring. The noise came from all sides. My first feeling was -one of terror and I thought only of saving myself, but I had so often -been laughed at for my fears that shame made me stay. I wondered if it -could be an explosion. Suddenly, hundreds of rats raced past me, fleeing -like a regiment of cavalry. Then I heard a strange sound against the -earth and the walls of the gallery, and the noise of running water. I -raced back to Uncle Gaspard. - -"Water's coming into the mine!" I cried. - -"Don't be silly." - -"Oh, listen!" - -There was something in my manner that forced Uncle Gaspard to stop his -work and listen. The noise was now louder and more sinister. - -"Race for your life. The mine's flooded!" he shouted. - -"Professor! Professor!" I screamed. - -We rushed down the gallery. The old man joined us. The water was rising -rapidly. - -"You go first," said the old man when we reached the ladder. - -We were not in a position to show politeness. Uncle Gaspard went first, -I followed, then came the professor. Before we had reached the top of -the ladder a rush of water fell, extinguishing our lamps. - -"Hold on," cried Uncle Gaspard. - -We clung to the rungs. But some men who were below us were thrown off. -The fall of water had turned into a veritable avalanche. - -We were on the first landing. Water was here also. We had no lights, for -our lamps had been put out. - -"I'm afraid we are lost," said the professor quietly; "say your prayers, -my boy." - -At this moment seven or eight miners with lamps came running in our -direction, trying to reach the ladder. The water was now rushing through -the mine in a regular torrent, dragging in its mad course pieces of -wood, whirling them round like feathers. - -"We must make for an airshaft, boys," said the professor. "That is the -only place where we might find refuge. Give me a lamp." - -Usually no one took any notice of the old man when he spoke, unless it -was to make fun of him, but the strongest man there had lost his nerve -and it was the voice of the old man, whom they had mocked so often, that -they were now ready to obey. A lamp was handed to him. He seized it and -dragged me along with him, taking the lead. He, more than any man, knew -every nook and corner of the mine. The water was up to my waist. The -professor led us to the nearest airshaft. Two miners refused to enter, -saying that we were throwing ourselves into a blind alley. They -continued along the gallery and we never saw them again. - -Then came a deafening noise. A rush of water, a splintering of wood, -explosions of compressed air, a dreadful roaring which terrified us. - -"It's the deluge," shrieked one. - -"The end of the world!" - -"Oh, God, have mercy on us." - -Hearing the men shrieking their cries of despair, the professor said -calmly, but in a voice to which all listened. - -"Courage, boys, now as we are going to stay here for a while we must get -to work. We can't stay long, huddled together like this. Let us scoop -out a hollow in the shale so as to have a place to rest upon." - -His words calmed the men. With hands and lamphooks they began to dig -into the soil. The task was difficult, for the airshaft in which we had -taken refuge was on a considerable slope and very slippery. And we knew -that it meant death if we made a false step. A resting place was made, -and we were able to stop and take note of each other. We were seven: the -professor, Uncle Gaspard, three miners, Pages, Comperou and Bergounhoux, -and a car pusher named Carrory, and myself. - -The noise in the mine continued with the same violence; there are no -words with which to describe the horrible uproar. It seemed to us that -our last hour had come. Mad with fear, we gazed at one another, -questioningly. - -"The evil genius of the mine's taking his revenge," cried one. - -"It's a hole broke through from the river above," I ventured to say. - -The professor said nothing. He merely shrugged his shoulder, as though -he could have argued out the matter in full day, under the shade of a -mulberry tree, eating an onion. - -"It's all folly about the genius of the mine," he said at last, "The -mine is flooded, that's a sure thing. But what has caused the flood, we -down here can't tell...." - -"Well, if you don't know what it is, shut up," cried the men. - -Now that we were dry and the water was not touching us, no one wanted to -listen to the old man. The authority which his coolness in danger had -gained for him was already lost. - -"We shan't die from drowning," he said at last, quietly; "look at the -flame in your lamps, how short it is now." - -"Don't be a wizard, what do you mean? Speak out." - -"I am not trying to be a wizard, but we shan't be drowned. We are in a -bell of air, and it is this compressed air which stops the water from -rising. This airshaft, without an outlet, is doing for us what the -diving bell does for the diver. The air has accumulated in the shaft -and now resists the water, which ebbs back." - -"It is the foul air that we have to fear.... The water is not rising a -foot now; the mine must be full...." - -"Where's Marius?" cried Pages, thinking of his only son, who worked on -the third level. - -"Oh, Marius! Marius," he shrieked. - -There was no reply, not even an echo. His voice did not go beyond our -"bell." - -Was Marius saved? One hundred and fifty men drowned! That would be too -horrible. One hundred and fifty men, at least, had gone down into the -mine, how many had been able to get out by the shafts, or had found a -refuge like ourselves? - -There was now utter silence in the mine. At our feet the water was quite -still, not a ripple, not a gurgle. The mine was full. This heavy -silence, impenetrable and deathly, was more stupefying than the -frightful uproar that we had heard when the water first rushed in. We -were in a tomb, buried alive, more than a hundred feet under ground. We -all seemed to feel the awfulness of our situation. Even the professor -seemed crushed down. Suddenly, I felt some warm drops fall on my hand. -It was Carrory.... He was crying, silently. Then came a voice, -shrieking: - -"Marius! my boy, Marius!" - -The air was heavy to breathe; I felt suffocated; there was a buzzing in -my ears. I was afraid, afraid of the water, the darkness, and death. -The silence oppressed me, the uneven, jagged walls of our place of -refuge seemed as though they would fall and crush me beneath their -weight. Should I never see Lise again, and Arthur, and Mrs. Milligan, -and dear old Mattia. Would they be able to make little Lise understand -that I was dead, and that I could not bring her news from her brothers -and sister! And Mother Barberin, poor Mother Barberin!... - -"In my opinion, they are not trying to rescue us," said Uncle Gaspard, -breaking the silence at last. "We can't hear a sound." - -"How can you think that of your comrades?" cried the professor hotly. -"You know well enough that in every mine accident the miners have never -deserted one another, and that twenty men, one hundred men, would sooner -be killed than leave a comrade without assistance. You know that well -enough." - -"That is true," murmured Uncle Gaspard. - -"Make no error, they are trying their hardest to reach us. They have two -ways, ... one is to bore a tunnel to us down here, the other is to drain -off the water." - -The men began a vague discussion as to how long it would take to -accomplish this task. All realized that we should have to remain at -least eight days in our tomb. Eight days! I had heard of miners being -imprisoned for twenty-four days, but that was in a story and this was -reality. When I was able to fully grasp what this meant, I paid no heed -to the talk around me. I was stunned. - -Again there was silence. All were plunged in thought. How long we -remained so I cannot tell, but suddenly there was a cry; - -"The pumps are at work!" - -This was said with one voice, for the sounds that had just reached our -ears had seemed to touch us by an electric current and we all rose up. -We should be saved! - -Carrory took my hand and squeezed it. - -"You're a good boy," he said. - -"No, you are," I replied. - -But he insisted energetically that I was a good boy. His manner was as -though he were intoxicated. And so he was; he was intoxicated with hope. -But before we were to see the beautiful sun again and hear the birds in -the trees, we were to pass through long, cruel days of agony, and wonder -in anguish if we should ever see the light of day again. - -We were all very thirsty. Pages wanted to go down and get some water, -but the professor advised him to stay where he was. He feared that the -débris which we had piled up would give way beneath his weight and that -he would fall into the water. - -"Remi is lighter, give him a boot, and he can go down and get water for -us all," he said. - -Carrory's boot was handed to me, and I prepared to slip down the bank. - -"Wait a minute," said the professor; "let me give you a hand." - -"Oh, but it's all right, professor," I replied; "if I fall in I can -swim." - -"Do as I tell you," he insisted; "take my hand." - -In his effort to help me he either miscalculated his step, or the coal -gave way beneath him, for he slid over the inclined plane and fell head -first into the black waters. The lamp, which he held to light me, rolled -after him and disappeared also. Instantly we were plunged in darkness, -for we were burning only one light,--there was a simultaneous cry from -every man. Fortunately, I was already in position to get to the water. -Letting myself slide down on my back, I slipped into the water after the -old man. - -In my wanderings with Vitalis I had learned to swim and to dive. I was -as much at ease in the water as on land, but how could I direct my -course in this black hole? I had not thought of that when I let myself -slip; I only thought that the old man would be drowned. Where should I -look? On which side should I swim? I was wondering, when I felt a firm -hand seize my shoulder. I was dragged beneath the water. Kicking out my -foot sharply, I rose to the surface. The hand was still grasping my -shoulder. - -"Hold on, professor," I cried; "keep your head up and we're saved!" - -Saved! neither one nor the other was saved. For I did not know which way -to swim. - -"Speak out, you fellows!" I cried. - -"Remi, where are you?" - -It was Uncle Gaspard's voice; it came from the left. - -"Light the lamp!" - -There was instantly a light. I had only to stretch out my hand to touch -the bank. With one hand I clutched at a block of coal and drew up the -old man. It was high time, for he had already swallowed a great deal of -water and was partly unconscious. I kept his head well above water and -he soon came round. Our companions took hold of him and pulled him up -while I hoisted him from behind. I clambered up in my turn. - -After this disagreeable accident which, for the moment, had caused us -some distraction, we again fell into fits of depression and despair, and -with them came thoughts of approaching death. I became very drowsy; the -place was not favorable for sleep; I could easily have rolled into the -water. Then the professor, seeing the danger I ran, took my head upon -his chest and put his arm around my body. He did not hold me very tight, -but enough to keep me from falling, and I laid there like a child on his -mother's knee. When I moved, half awake, he merely changed the position -of his arm that had grown stiff, then sat motionless again. - -"Sleep, little chap," he whispered, leaning over me; "don't be afraid. -I've got you, Remi." - -And I slept without fear, for I knew very well he would not let go of -me. - -We had no idea of time. We did not know if we had been there two days -or six days. Opinions differed. We spoke no more of our deliverance. -Death was in our hearts. - -"Say what you like, professor," cried Bergounhoux; "you have calculated -how long it will take them to pump out the water, but they'll never be -in time to save us. We shall die of hunger or suffocation...." - -"Have patience," answered the professor. "I know how long we can live -without food and I have made my calculations. They will do it in time." - -At this moment big Comperou burnt into sobs. - -"The good Lord is punishing me," he cried, "and I repent! I repent! If I -get out of here I swear to atone for the wrong I have done, and if I -don't get out you boys will make amends for me. You know Rouquette, who -was sentenced for five years for stealing a watch from Mother Vidal?... -I was the thief! I took it! Its under my bed now.... Oh...." - -"Throw him in the water," cried both Pages and Bergounhoux. - -"Do you want to appear, then, before the Lord with a crime on your -conscience?" cried the professor; "let him repent!" - -"I repent! I repent," wailed Comperou, more feebly than a child, in -spite of his great strength. - -"To the water! To the water!" cried Pages and Bergounhoux, trying to get -at the sinner, who was crouching behind the professor. - -"If you want to throw him in the water, you'll throw me with him!" - -"No! No!" - -Finally, they said they would not push him in the water, but upon one -condition; he was to be left in a corner and no one was to speak to him -or to pay any attention to him. - -"Yes, that's what he deserves," said the professor. "That's only fair." - -After the professor's words, which seemed like a judgment condemning -Comperou, we all huddled together and got as far away from him as -possible, leaving a space between us and the unfortunate man. For -several hours, I should think, he sat there, grief stricken, his lips -moving every now and again, to say: - -"I repent! I repent!" - -And then Pages and Bergounhoux would cry out: - -"It's too late! It's too late! You repent because you're afraid now; you -should have repented six months ago, a year ago." - -He gasped painfully, but still repeated: - -"I repent! I repent!" - -He was in a high fever; all his body shook and his teeth were -chattering. - -"I'm thirsty," he said; "give me the boot." There was no more water in -the boot. I got up to go and fetch some, but Pages, who had seen me, -called to me to stop, and at the same moment Uncle Gaspard pulled me by -the arm. - -"We swore we would pay no attention to him," he said. - -For some minutes Comperou repeated that he was thirsty; seeing that we -would not give him anything to drink, he rose up to go to the water -himself. - -"He'll drag down the rubbish!" cried Pages. - -"Let him at least have his freedom," said the professor. - -He had seen me go down by letting myself slide on my back. He wanted to -do the same, but I was light, whilst he was heavy. Scarcely was he on -his back than the coal gave way beneath him and, with his legs stretched -out and his arms striking into space, he slipped into the black hole. -The water splashed up to where we were. I leaned forward ready to go -down, but Uncle Gaspard and the professor each grasped me by the arm. - -Half dead, and trembling with horror, I drew myself back. - -Time passed. The professor was the only one who could speak with -courage. But our depression finally made his spirits droop. Our hunger -had become so great that we ate the rotten wood about us. Carrory, who -was like an animal, was the most famished of all; he had cut up his -other boot and was continually chewing the pieces of leather. Seeing -what hunger had led us to, I must confess that I began to have terrible -fears. Vitalis had often told me tales of men who had been shipwrecked. -In one story, a crew who had been shipwrecked on a desert island where -there was nothing to eat, had eaten the ship's boy. Seeing my companions -in such a famished state I wondered if that fate was to be mine. I knew -that the professor and Uncle Gaspard would never eat me, but of Pages, -Bergounhoux, and Carrory, especially Carrory with his great white teeth -which he dug into the leather of his boot, I was not quite so sure. - -Once, when I was half asleep, I had been surprised to hear the professor -speak in almost a whisper, as though he was dreaming. He was talking of -the clouds, the wind, and the sun. Then Pages and Bergounhoux began to -chatter with him in a foolish manner. Neither waited for the other to -reply. Uncle Gaspard seemed hardly to notice how foolish they were. Were -they all gone mad? What was to be done? - -Suddenly, I thought I would light a lamp. To economize we had decided -only to have a light when it was absolutely necessary. When they saw the -light they apparently regained their senses. I went to get some water -for them. The waters were going down! - -After a time they began to talk strangely again. My own thoughts were -vague and wild, and for long hours and perhaps days we laid there -chattering to one another foolishly. After a time we became quieter and -Bergounhoux said that before dying we should put down our last wishes. -We lit a lamp and Bergounhoux wrote for us all, and we each signed the -paper. I gave my dog and harp to Mattia and I expressed a wish for -Alexix to go to Lise and kiss her for me, and give her the dried rose -that was in my vest pocket. Dear little Lise.... - -After some time, I slipped down the bank again, and saw that the waters -were lowering considerably. I hurried back to my companions and told -them that now I could swim to the ladders and tell our rescuers in what -part of the mine we had taken refuge. The professor forbade me to go, -but I insisted. - -"Go on, Remi, and I'll give you my watch," cried Uncle Gaspard. - -The professor thought for a moment, then took my hand. - -"Do as you think, boy," he said; "you have a heart. I think that you are -attempting the impossible, but it is not the first time that what was -thought impossible has been successful. Kiss us, boy." - -I kissed the professor and Uncle Gaspard and then, having thrown off my -clothes, I went into the water. - -"You keep shouting all the while," I said, before taking the plunge; -"your voices will guide me." - -I wondered if the space under the roof of the gallery was big enough for -me to move freely. That was the question. After some strokes I found -that I could swim if I went gently. I knew that there was a meeting of -galleries not far away, but I had to be cautious, for if I made a -mistake in the course I should lose my way. The roof and the walls of -the gallery were not enough to guide me; on the ground there was a surer -guide, the rails. If I followed them I should be sure to find the -ladders. From time to time I let my feet go down and, having touched the -iron rails, I rose up again, gently. With the voices of my companions -behind me and the rails under my feet, I was not lost. As the voices -became less distinct, the noise of the pumps increased. I was advancing. -Thank God, I should soon see the light of day! - -Going straight down the middle of the gallery, I had only to turn to the -right to touch the rail. I went on a little farther, then dived again to -touch the rail. It was not there! I went from side to side of the -gallery, but there was no rail! - -I had made a mistake. - -The voices of my companions only reached me in the faintest murmur. I -took in a deep breath, then plunged again but with no more success. -There were no rails! - -I had taken the wrong level; without knowing, I must have turned back. -But how was it the others were not shouting. If they were I could not -hear them. I was distracted, for I did not know which way to turn in -this cold, black water. - -Then, suddenly, I heard the sounds of voices again and I knew which way -to turn. After having taken a dozen strokes back, I turned to the right, -then to the left, but only found the walls. Where were the rails? I was -sure now that I was in the right level, then I suddenly realized that -the railroad had been carried away by the rush of waters, and that I had -no guide. Under these circumstances it was impossible for me to carry -out my plan, and I was forced to turn back. - -I swam back quickly to our place of refuge, the voices guiding me. As I -approached, it seemed to me that my companions' voices were more assured -as though they felt stronger. I was soon at the entrance of the shaft! I -hallooed to them. - -"Come back; come back," shouted the professor. - -"I could not find the way," I called out. - -"Never mind, the tunnel is nearly finished: they hear our cries and we -can hear theirs. We shall soon speak." - -I climbed quickly up to our landing and listened. We could hear the -blows from the picks and the cries of those who worked for our freedom -came to us feebly, but yet very distinct. After the first rush of joy, I -realized that I was frozen. As there were no warm clothes to give me, -they buried me up to the neck in coal dust and Uncle Gaspard and the -professor huddled up against me to keep me warm. - -We knew now that our rescuers would soon reach us through the tunnel and -by the water, but these last hours of our imprisonment were the hardest -to bear. The blows from the picks continued, and the pumping had not -stopped for one moment. Strange, the nearer we reached the hour of our -deliverance, the weaker we grew. I was lying in the coal dust trembling, -but I was not cold. We were unable to speak. - -Suddenly, there was a noise in the waters of the gallery and, turning my -head, I saw a great light coming towards us. The engineer was at the -head of several men. He was the first to climb up to us. He had me in -his arms before I could say a word. - -It was time, for my heart was failing me, yet I was conscious that I was -being carried away, and I was wrapped up in a blanket after our rescuers -had waded through the water in the gallery. I closed my eyes; when I -opened them again it was daylight! We were in the open air! At the same -time something jumped on me. It was Capi. With a bound he had sprung -upon me as I laid in the engineer's arms. He licked my face again and -again. Then my hand was taken; I felt a kiss and heard a weak voice -murmuring: "Remi! oh, Remi!" - -It was Mattia. I smiled at him, then I glanced round. - -A mass of people were crowded together in two straight rows, leaving a -passage down the center. It was a silent crowd, for they had been -requested not to excite us by their cries, but their looks spoke for -their lips. In the first row I seemed to see some white surplices and -gilt ornaments which shone in the sun. They were the priests, who had -come to the entrance of the mine to offer prayers for our deliverance. -When we were brought out, they went down on their knees in the dust. - -Twenty arms were stretched out to take me, but the engineer would not -give me up. He carried me to the offices, where beds had been prepared -to receive us. - -Two days later I was walking down the village street followed by Mattia, -Alexix, and Capi. There were some who came and shook me by the hands -with tears in their eyes, and there were others who turned away their -heads. These were in mourning, and they asked themselves bitterly why -this orphan child had been saved when their fathers and sons were still -in the mine, ghastly corpses, drifting hither and thither in the dark -waters. - - - - -CHAPTER XXIII - -ONCE MORE UPON THE WAY - - -I had made some friends in the mine. Such terrible experiences, born in -common, unites one. Uncle Gaspard and the professor, in particular, had -grown very fond of me and, although the engineer had not shared our -captivity, he had become attached to me like one is to a child that one -has snatched from death. He invited me to his house. I had to tell his -daughter all that had happened to us in the mine. - -Every one wanted to keep me at Varses. The engineer told me that if I -wished he would find me a position in the offices; Uncle Gaspard said he -would get me a permanent job in the mine; he seemed to think it quite -natural that I should return to the colliery; he himself was soon going -down again with that indifference that men show who are accustomed to -brave danger each day. I had no wish to go back. A mine was very -interesting, and I was very pleased that I had seen one, but I had not -the slightest desire to return. I preferred to have the sky over my -head, even a sky full of snow. The open-air life suited me better, and -so I told them. Every one was surprised, especially the professor. -Carrory, when he met me, called me a "chicken." - -During the time that they were all trying to persuade me to stay at -Varses, Mattia became very preoccupied and thoughtful. I questioned him, -but he always answered that nothing was the matter. It was not until I -told him that we were starting off on our tramps in three days' time, -that he admitted the cause of his sadness. - -"Oh, I thought that you would stay and that you would leave me," he -said. - -I gave him a good slap, so as to teach him not to doubt me. - -Mattia was quite able to look after himself now. While I was down in the -mine he had earned eighteen francs. He was very proud when he handed me -this large sum, for with the hundred and twenty-eight that we already -had, this made a total of one hundred and forty-six francs. We only -wanted four francs more to be able to buy the Prince's cow. - -"Forward! March! Children!" With baggage strapped on our back we set -forth on the road, with Capi barking and rolling in the dust for joy. - -Mattia suggested that we get a little more money before buying the cow; -the more money we had, the better the cow, and the better the cow, the -more pleased Mother Barberin would be. - -While tramping from Paris to Varses I had begun to give Mattia reading -lessons and elementary music lessons. I continued, these lessons now. -Either I was not a good teacher, which was quite possible, or Mattia was -not a good pupil, which also was quite possible; the lessons were not a -success. Often I got angry and, shutting the book with a bang, told him -that he was a thickhead. - -"That's true," he said, smiling; "my head is only soft when it's banged. -Garofoli found out that!" - -How could one keep angry at this reply. I laughed and we went on with -the lessons. But with music, from the beginning, he made astonishing -progress. In the end, he so confused me with his questions, that I was -obliged to confess that I could not teach him any more. This confession -mortified me exceedingly. I had been a very proud professor, and it was -humiliating for me not to be able to answer my pupil's questions. And he -did not spare me, oh, no! - -"I'd like to go and take one lesson from a real master," he said, "only -just one, and I'll ask him all the questions that I want answered." - -"Why didn't you take this lesson from a real master while I was in the -mine?" - -"Because I didn't want to take what he would charge out of your money." - -I was hurt when Mattia had spoken thus of a _real_ master, but my absurd -vanity could not hold out against his last words. - -"You're a good boy," I said; "my money is your money; you earn it also, -and more than I, very often. You can take as many lessons as you like, -and I'll take them with you." - -The master, the _real_ master that we required, was not a villager, but -an _artiste_, a great _artiste_, such as might be found only in -important towns. Consulting our map we found that the next big town was -Mendes. - -It was already night when we reached Mendes and, as we were tired out, -we decided that we could not take a lesson that evening. We asked the -landlady of the inn where we could find a good music master. She said -that she was very surprised that we asked such a question; surely, we -knew Monsieur Espinassous! - -"We've come from a distance," I said. - -"You must have come from a very great distance, then?" - -"From Italy," replied Mattia. - -Then she was no longer astonished, and she admitted that, coming from so -far then, we might not have heard of M. Espinassous. - -"Is this professor very busy?" I asked, fearing that such a celebrated -musician might not care to give just one lesson to two little urchins -like ourselves. - -"Oh, yes, I should say he is busy; how couldn't he be?" - -"Do you think that he would receive us to-morrow morning?" - -"Sure! He receives every one, when they have money in their pockets ... -naturally." - -We understood that, of course. - -Before going to sleep, we discussed all the questions that we intended -asking the celebrated professor the next day. Mattia was quite elated -at our luck in finding just the kind of musician we wanted. - -Next morning we took our instruments, Mattia his violin and I my harp, -and set out to find M. Espinassous. We did not take Capi, because we -thought that it would not do to call on such a celebrated person with a -dog. We tied him up in the inn stables. When we reached the house which -our landlady indicated was the professor's, we thought that we must have -made a mistake, for before the house two little brass plaques were -swinging, which was certainly not the sign of a music professor. The -place bore every appearance of a barber's shop. Turning to a man, who -was passing, we asked him if he could direct us to M. Espinassous' -house. - -"There it is," he said, pointing to the barber's shop. - -After all, why should not a professor live with a barber? We entered. -The shop was partitioned off into two equal parts. On the right were -brushes, combs, jars of cream, and barbers' chairs. On the left, hanging -on the walls and on the shelves, were various instruments, violins, -cornets, trombones, etc. - -"Monsieur Espinassous?" inquired Mattia. - -Fluttering like a bird, the dapper little man, who was in the act of -shaving a man, replied: "I am Monsieur Espinassous." - -I glanced at Mattia as much as to say that the barber musician was not -the man we were looking for, that it would be wasting good money to -consult him, but Mattia, instead of understanding my look, sat down in a -chair with a deliberate air. - -"Will you cut my hair after you have shaved that gentleman?" he asked. - -"Certainly, young man, and I'll give you a shave also, if you like." - -"Thanks," replied Mattia. - -I was abashed at his assurance. He looked at me out of the corner of his -eye, to ask me to wait before getting annoyed. - -When the man was shaved, M. Espinassous, with towel over his arm, -prepared to cut Mattia's hair. - -"Monsieur," said Mattia, while the barber tied the sheet round his neck, -"my friend and I had an argument, and as we know that you are a -celebrated musician, we thought that you would give us your advice and -settle the matter for us." - -"What is it, young man?" - -Now I knew what Mattia was driving at! First of all, he wanted to see if -this barber-musician was capable of replying to our questions; if so, he -intended to get a music lesson at the price of a hair cut. - -All the while Mattia was having his hair cut, he asked questions. The -barber-musician was highly amused, but answered each question put to him -quickly and with pleasure. When we were ready to leave he asked Mattia -to play something on his violin. Mattia played a piece. - -"And you don't know a note of music!" cried the barber, clapping his -hands, and looking affectionately at Mattia as though he had known and -loved him all his life. "It is wonderful!" - -Mattia took a clarionette from amongst the instruments and played on it; -then a cornet. - -"Why, the youngster's a prodigy!" cried M. Espinassous in rapture; "if -you will stay here with me I'll make you a great musician. In the -mornings you shall learn to shave my customers and the rest of the day -you shall study music. Don't think, because I'm a barber, I don't know -music. One has to live!" - -I looked at Mattia. What was he going to reply? Was I to lose my friend, -my chum, my brother? - -"Think for your own good, Mattia," I said, but my voice shook. - -"Leave my friend?" he cried, linking his arm in mine; "that I never -could, but thank you all the same, Monsieur." - -M. Espinassous insisted, and told Mattia that later they would find the -means to send him to the Conservatoire in Paris, because he would surely -be a great musician! - -"Leave Remi? never!" - -"Well, then," replied the barber, sorrowfully, "let me give you a book -and you can learn what you do not know from that." He took a book out of -one of the drawers, entitled, "The Theory of Music." It was old and -torn, but what did that matter? Taking a pen, he sat down and wrote on -the first page: - -"To a child who, when he becomes celebrated, will remember the barber of -Mendes." - -I don't know if there were any other professors of music at Mendes, but -that was the only one we knew, and we never forgot him. - - - - -CHAPTER XXIV - -FRIENDSHIP THAT IS TRUE - - -I loved Mattia when we arrived at Mendes, but when we left the town I -loved him even more. I could not tell him before the barber how I felt -when he cried out: "Leave my friend!" - -I took his hand and squeezed it as we tramped along. - -"It's till death doth us part now, Mattia," I said. - -"I knew that long ago," he replied, smiling at me with his great, dark -eyes. - -We heard that there was going to be an important cattle fair at Ussel, -so we decided to go there and buy the cow. It was on our way to -Chavanon. We played in every town and village on the road, and by the -time we had reached Ussel we had collected two hundred and forty francs. -We had to economize in every possible manner to save this sum, but -Mattia was just as interested and eager to buy the animal as I. He -wanted it to be white; I wanted brown in memory of poor Rousette. We -both agreed, however, that she must be very gentle and give plenty of -milk. - -As neither of us knew by what signs one could tell a good cow, we -decided to employ the services of a veterinarian. We had heard many -stories of late how people had been deceived when buying a cow, and we -did not want to run any risk. It would be an expense to employ a -veterinarian, but that could not be helped. We had heard of one man who -had bought an animal for a very low price and when he had got her home -he found that she had a false tail; another man, so we were told, had -bought a cow which seemed to be in a very healthy state, and had every -appearance of giving plenty of milk, but she only gave two glasses of -milk in twenty-four hours. By a little trick, practiced by the cattle -dealer, the animal was made to look as though she had plenty of milk. - -Mattia said that as far as the false tail went we had nothing to fear, -for he would hang onto the tail of every cow with all his might, before -we entered into any discussion with the seller. When I told him that if -it were a real tail he would probably get a kick in the stomach or on -his head, his imagination cooled somewhat. - -It was several years since I had arrived at Ussel with Vitalis, where he -had bought me my first pair of shoes with nails. Alas! out of the six of -us who started, Capi and I were the only ones left. As soon as we got to -the town, after having left our baggage at the same inn where I had -stayed before with Vitalis and the dogs, we began to look about for a -veterinarian. We found one and he seemed very amused when we described -to him the kind of a cow we wanted, and asked if he would come and buy -it for us. - -"But what in the world do you two boys want with a cow, and have you -got the money?" he demanded. - -We told him how much money we had, and how we got it, and that we were -going to give a present, a surprise, to Mother Barberin of Chavanon, who -had looked after me when I was a baby. He showed a very kindly interest -then, and promised to meet us the next morning at the fair at seven -o'clock. When we asked him his charges he refused flatly to accept -anything. He sent us off laughing and told us to be at the fair on time. - -The next day at daybreak the town was full of excitement. From our room -at the inn we could hear the carts and wagons rolling over the -cobblestones in the street below, and the cows bellowing, the sheep -bleating, the farmers shouting at their animals and joking with each -other. We jumped into our clothes and arrived at the fair at six -o'clock, for we wanted to make a selection before the veterinarian -arrived. - -What beautiful cows they were, ... all colors, and all sizes, some fat, -some thin, and some with their calves; there were also horses and great -fat pigs, scooping holes in the ground, and little plump sucking pigs, -squealing as though they were being skinned alive. But we had eyes for -nothing but the cows; they stood very quiet, placidly chewing. They -permitted us to make a thorough examination, merely blinking their -eyelids. After one hour's inspection, we had found seventeen that -pleased us, this for one quality, that for another, a third because she -was red, two because they were white, which, of course, brought up a -discussion between Mattia and myself. The veterinarian arrived. We -showed him the cows we liked. - -"I think this one ought to be a good one," Mattia said, pointing to a -white animal. - -"I think that is a better one," I said, indicating a red one. - -The veterinarian stopped the argument we had begun by ignoring both and -passing on to a third one. This one had slim legs, red coat with brown -ears and cheeks, eyes bordered with black, and a whitish circle around -her muzzle. - -"This is just the one you want," said the veterinarian. - -It was a beauty! Mattia and I now saw that this was the best. The -veterinarian asked a heavy looking peasant, who held the cow by a rope, -how much he wanted for it. - -"Three hundred francs," he replied. - -Our mouths dropped. Three hundred francs! I made a sign to the -veterinarian that we must pass on to another; he made another sign that -he would drive a bargain. Then a lively discussion commenced between the -veterinarian and the peasant. Our bidder went up to 170, the peasant -came down to 280. When they reached this sum, the veterinarian began to -examine the cow more critically. She had weak legs, her neck was too -short, her horns too long, she hadn't any lungs and her teats were not -well formed. No, she certainly would not give much milk. - -The peasant said that as we knew so much about cows, he would let us -have her for 250 francs, because he felt sure she would be in good -hands. Thereupon we began to get scared, for both Mattia and I thought -that it must be a poor cow then. - -"Let us go and see some others," I suggested, touching the -veterinarian's arm. - -Hearing this, the man came down ten francs. Then, little by little, he -came down to 210 francs, but he stopped there. The veterinarian had -nudged me and given me to understand that he was not serious in saying -what he did about the cow, that it was an excellent animal, but then 210 -francs was a large sum for us. - -During this time Mattia had gone behind her and pulled a long wisp of -hair from her tail and the animal had given him a kick. That decided me. - -"All right, 210 francs," I said, thinking the matter was settled. I held -out my hand to take the rope. - -"Have you brought a halter?" asked the man. "I'm selling my cow, not the -halter." - -He said that, as we were friends, he would let me have the halter for -sixty sous. We needed a halter, so I parted with the sixty sous, -calculating that we should now have but twenty sous left. I counted out -the two hundred and thirteen francs, then again I stretched out my hand. - -"Have you got a rope?" inquired the man. "I've sold you the halter, but -I haven't sold you the rope." - -The rope cost us our last twenty sous. - -The cow was finally handed over to us, but we had not a sou left to buy -food for the animal, nor for ourselves. After warmly thanking the -veterinarian for his kindness, we shook hands and said good-by to him, -and went back to the inn, where we tied our cow up in the stable. As it -was a very busy day in the town on account of the fair, and people from -all parts had come in, Mattia and I thought that it would be better for -each to go his own way and see what we could make. In the evening Mattia -brought back four francs and I three francs fifty centimes. - -With seven francs fifty we felt that we were again rich. We persuaded -the kitchen maid to milk our cow and we had the milk for supper. Never -had we tasted anything so good! We were so enthusiastic about the -quality of the milk that we went into the stable as soon as we had -finished to embrace our treasure. The cow evidently appreciated this -caress, for she licked our faces to show her appreciation. - -To understand the pleasure that we felt at kissing our cow and to be -kissed by her, it must be remembered that neither Mattia nor I had been -overburdened with caresses; our fate had not been that of the petted -and pampered children who are obliged to defend themselves against too -many kisses. - -The next morning we rose with the sun and started for Chavanon. How -grateful I was to Mattia for the help he had given me; without him I -never could have collected such a big sum. I wanted to give him the -pleasure of leading the cow, and he was very proud indeed to pull her by -the rope while I walked behind. She looked very fine; she walked along -slowly, swaying a little, holding herself like an animal that is aware -of her value. I did not want to tire her out, so I decided not to get to -Chavanon that evening late; better, I thought, get there early in the -morning. That is what we intended to do; this is what happened: - -I intended to stay the night in the village where I had spent my first -night with Vitalis, when Capi, seeing me so unhappy, came to me and lay -down beside me. Before reaching this village we came to a nice green -spot, and, throwing down our baggage, we decided to rest. We made our -cow go down into a ditch. At first I wanted to hold her by the rope, but -she seemed very docile, and quite accustomed to grazing, so after a time -I twisted the rope around her horns and sat down near her to eat my -supper. Naturally we had finished eating long before she had, so after -having admired her for some time and not knowing what to do next, we -began to play a little game with each other. When we had finished our -game, she was still eating. As I went to her, she pulled at the grass -sharply, as much as to say that she was still hungry. - -"Wait a little," said Mattia. - -"Don't you know that a cow can eat all day long?" I replied. - -"Well, wait a little." - -We got our baggage and instruments together, but still she would not -stop eating. - -"I'll play her a piece on the cornet," said Mattia, who found it -difficult to keep still. "There was a cow at Gassot's Circus and she -liked music." - -He commenced to play a lively march. - -At the first note the cow lifted up her head; then suddenly, before I -could throw myself at her horns to catch hold of the rope, she had gone -off at a gallop. We raced after her as fast as we could, calling to her -to stop. I shouted to Capi to stop her. Now one cannot be endowed with -every talent. A cattle driver's dog would have jumped at her nose, but -Capi was a genius, so he jumped at her legs. Naturally, this made her -run faster. She raced back to the last village we had passed through. As -the road was straight, we could see her in the distance, and we saw -several people blocking her way and trying to catch hold of her. We -slackened our speed, for we knew now that we should not lose her. All we -should have to do would be to claim her from the good people who had -stopped her going farther. There was quite a crowd gathered round her -when we arrived on the scene, and instead of giving her up to us at -once, as we expected they would, they asked us _how_ we got the animal -and _where_ we got her. They insisted that we had stolen her and that -she was running back to her owner. They declared that we ought to go to -prison until the truth could be discovered. At the very mention of the -word "prison" I turned pale and began to stammer. I was breathless from -my race and could not utter a word. At this moment a policeman arrived, -and, in a few words, the whole affair was explained to him. As it did -not seem at all clear, he decided to take possession of the cow and have -us locked up until we could prove that it belonged to us. The whole -village seemed to be in the procession which ran behind us up to the -town hall, which was also the station house. The mob pushed us and -sneered at us and called us the most horrible names, and I do believe -that if the officer had not defended us they would have lynched us as -though we were criminals of the deepest dye. The man who had charge of -the town hall, and who was also jailer and sheriff, did not want to -admit us. I thought what a kind man! However, the policeman insisted -that we be locked up, and the jailer finally turned the big key in a -double-locked door and pushed us into the prison. Then I saw why he had -made some difficulty about receiving us. He had put his provision of -onions to dry in this prison and they were strewn out on every bench. He -heaped them all together in a corner. We were searched, our money, -matches and knives taken from us. Then we were locked up for the night. - -"I wish you'd give me a good slap," said Mattia miserably, when we were -alone; "box my ears or do something to me." - -"I was as big a fool as you to let you play the cornet to a cow," I -replied. - -"Oh, I feel so bad about it," he said brokenly; "our poor cow, the -Prince's cow!" He began to cry. - -Then I tried to console him by telling him that our situation was not -very serious. We would prove that we bought the cow; we would send to -Ussel for the veterinarian ... he would be a witness. - -"But if they say we stole the money to buy it," he said, "we can't prove -that we earned it, and when one is unfortunate they always think you're -guilty." That was true. - -"And who'll feed her?" went on Mattia dismally. - -Oh, dear, I did hope that they would feed our poor cow. - -"And what are we going to say when they question us in the morning?" -asked Mattia. - -"Tell them the truth." - -"And then they'll hand you over to Barberin, or if Mother Barberin is -alone at her place and they question her to see if we are lying, we -can't give her a surprise." - -"Oh, dear!" - -"You've been away from Mother Barberin for a long time; how do you know -if she isn't dead?" - -This terrible thought had never occurred to me, and yet poor Vitalis had -died, ... how was it I had not thought that I might lose her.... - -"Why didn't you say that before?" I demanded. - -"Because when I'm happy I don't have those ideas. I have been so happy -at the thought of offering your cow to Mother Barberin and thinking how -pleased she'd be, I never thought before that she might be dead." - -It must have been the influence of this dismal room, for we could only -see the darkest side of everything. - -"And, oh," cried Mattia, starting up and throwing out his arms, "if -Mother Barberin is dead and that awful Barberin is alive and we go -there, he'll take our cow and keep it himself." - -It was late in the afternoon when the door was thrown open and an old -gentleman with white hair came into our prison. - -"Now, you rogues, answer this gentleman," said the jailer, who -accompanied him. - -"That's all right, that's all right," said the gentleman, who was the -public prosecutor, "I'll question this one." With his finger he -indicated me. "You take charge of the other; I'll question him later." - -I was alone with the prosecutor. Fixing me with his eye, he told me that -I was accused of having stolen a cow. I told him that we bought the -animal at the fair at Ussel, and I named the veterinarian who had -assisted us in the purchase. - -"That will be verified," he replied. "And now what made you buy that -cow?" - -I told him that I was offering it as a token of affection to my foster -mother. - -"Her name?" he demanded. - -"Madame Barberin of Chavanon," I replied. - -"The wife of a mason who met with a serious accident in Paris a few -years ago. I know her. That also will be verified." - -"Oh!..." - -I became very confused. Seeing my embarrassment, the prosecutor pressed -me with questions, and I had to tell him that if he made inquiries of -Madame Barberin our cow would not be a surprise after all, and to make -it a surprise had been our chief object. But in the midst of my -confusion I felt a great satisfaction to know that Mother Barberin was -still alive, and in the course of the questions that were put to me I -learned that Barberin had gone back to Paris some time ago. This -delighted me. - -Then came the question that Mattia had feared. - -"But how did you get all the money to buy the cow?" - -I explained that from Paris to Varses and from Varses to Ussel we had -collected this sum, sou by sou. - -"But what were you doing in Varses?" he asked. - -Then I was forced to tell him that I had been in a mine accident. - -"Which of you two is Remi?" he asked, in a softened voice. - -"I am, sir," I replied. - -"To prove that, you tell me how the catastrophe occurred. I read the -whole account of it in the papers. You cannot deceive me. I can tell if -you really are Remi. Now, be careful." - -I could see that he was feeling very lenient towards us. I told him my -experience in the mine, and when I had finished my story, I thought from -his manner, which was almost affectionate, that he would give us our -freedom at once, but instead he went out of the room, leaving me alone, -a prey to my thoughts. After some time he returned with Mattia. - -"I am going to have your story investigated at Ussel," he said. "If it -is true, as I hope it is, you will be free to-morrow." - -"And our cow?" asked Mattia anxiously. - -"Will be given back to you." - -"I didn't mean that," replied Mattia; "but who'll feed her, who'll milk -her?" - -"Don't worry, youngster," said the prosecutor. - -Mattia smiled contentedly. - -"Ah, then if they milk our cow," he asked, "may we have some milk for -supper?" - -"You certainly shall!" - -As soon as we were alone I told Mattia the great news that had almost -made me forget that we were locked up. - -"Mother Barberin is alive, and Barberin has gone to Paris!" I said. - -"Ah, then the Prince's cow will make a triumphal entry." - -He commenced to dance and sing with joy. Carried away by his gayety, I -caught him by the hands, and Capi, who until then had been lying in a -corner, quiet and thoughtful, jumped up and took his place between us, -standing up on his hind paws. We then threw ourselves into such a wild -dance that the jailer rushed in to see what was the matter, probably -afraid for his onions. He told us to stop, but he spoke very differently -to what he had before. By that, I felt that we were not in a very -serious plight. I had further proof of this when a moment later he came -in carrying a big bowl of milk, our cow's milk. And that was not all. He -brought a large piece of white bread and some cold veal, which he said -the prosecutor had sent us. Decidedly, prisons were not so bad after -all; dinner and lodging for nothing! - -Early the next morning the prosecutor came in with our friend the -veterinarian, who had wanted to come himself to see that we got our -freedom. Before we left, the prosecutor handed us an official stamped -paper. - -"See, I'm giving you this," he said; "you are two silly boys to go -tramping through the country without any papers. I have asked the mayor -to make out this passport for you. This is all you will need to protect -you in the future. Good luck, boys." - -He shook hands with us, and so did the veterinarian. - -We had entered the village miserably, but we left in triumph. Leading -our cow by the rope and walking with heads held high, we glanced over -our shoulders at the villagers, who were standing on their doorsteps -staring at us. - -I did not want to tire our cow, but I was in a hurry to get to Chavanon -that same day, so we set out briskly. By evening we had almost reached -my old home. Mattia had never tasted pancakes, and I had promised him -some as soon as we arrived. On the way I bought one pound of butter, two -pounds of flour and a dozen eggs. We had now reached the spot where I -had asked Vitalis to let me rest, so that I could look down on Mother -Barberin's house, as I thought for the last time. - -"Take the rope," I said to Mattia. - -With a spring I was on the parapet. Nothing had been changed in our -valley; it looked just the same; the smoke was even coming out of the -chimney. As it came towards us it seemed to me I could smell oak leaves. -I jumped down from the parapet and hugged Mattia, Capi sprang up on me, -and I squeezed them both tight. - -"Come, let's get there as quickly as possible now," I cried. - -"What a pity," sighed Mattia. "If this brute only loved music, what a -triumphal entry we could make." - -As we arrived at one of the turns in the road, we saw Mother Barberin -come out of her cottage and go off in the direction of the village. What -was to be done? We had intended to spring a surprise upon her. We should -have to think of something else. - -Knowing that the door was always on the latch, I decided to go straight -into the house, after tying our cow up in the cowshed. We found the shed -full of wood now, so we heaped it up in a corner, and put our cow in -poor Rousette's place. - -When we got into the house, I said to Mattia: "Now, I'll take this seat -by the fire so that she'll find me here. When she opens the gate, you'll -hear it creak; then you hide yourself with Capi." - -I sat down in the very spot where I had always sat on a winter night. I -crouched down, making myself look as small as possible, so as to look as -near like Mother Barberin's little Remi as I could. From where I sat I -could watch the gate. I looked round the kitchen. Nothing was changed, -everything was in the same place; a pane of glass that I had broken -still had the bit of paper pasted over it, black with smoke and age. -Suddenly I saw a white bonnet. The gate creaked. - -"Hide yourself quickly," I said to Mattia. - -I made myself smaller and smaller. The door opened and Mother Barberin -came in. She stared at me. - -"Who is there?" she asked. - -I looked at her without answering; she stared back at me. Suddenly she -began to tremble. - -"Oh, Lord, is it my Remi!" she murmured. - -I jumped up and caught her in my arms. - -"Mamma!" - -"My boy! my boy!" was all that she could say, as she laid her head on my -shoulder. - -Some minutes passed before we had controlled our emotion. I wiped away -her tears. - -"Why, how you've grown, my boy," she cried, holding me at arms' length, -"you're so big and so strong! Oh, my Remi!" - -A stifled snort reminded me that Mattia was under the bed. I called him. -He crept out. - -"This is Mattia," I said, "my brother." - -"Oh, then you've found your parents?" she cried. - -"No, he's my chum, but just like a brother. And this is Capi," I added, -after she had greeted Mattia. "Come and salute your master's mother, -Capitano." - -Capi got on his hind paws and bowed gravely to Mother Barberin. She -laughed heartily. Her tears had quite vanished. Mattia made me a sign to -spring our surprise. - -"Let's go and see how the garden looks," I said. - -"I have kept your bit just as you arranged it," she said, "for I knew -that some day you would come back." - -"Did you get my Jerusalem artichokes?" - -"Ah, you planted them to surprise me! You always liked to give -surprises, my boy." - -The moment had come. - -"Is the cowshed just the same since poor Rousette went?" I asked. - -"Oh, no; I keep my wood there now." - -We had reached the shed by this time. I pushed open the door and at once -our cow, who was hungry, began to bellow. - -"A cow! A cow in my cowshed!" cried Mother Barberin. - -Mattia and I burst out laughing. - -"It's a surprise," I cried, "and a better one than the Jerusalem -artichokes." - -She looked at me in a dazed, astonished manner. - -"Yes, it's a present for you. I did not come back with empty hands to -the mamma who was so good to the little lost boy. This is to replace -Rousette. Mattia and I bought it for you with the money we earned." - -"Oh, the dear boys!" she cried, kissing us both. - -She now went inside the shed to examine her present. At each discovery -she gave a shriek of delight. - -"What a beautiful cow," she exclaimed. - -Then she turned round suddenly. - -"Say, you must be very rich now?" - -"I should say so," laughed Mattia; "we've got fifty-eight sous left." - -I ran to the house to fetch the milk pail, and while in the house I -arranged the butter, eggs, and flour in a display on the table, then -ran back to the shed. How delighted she was when she had a pail -three-quarters full of beautiful frothy milk. - -There was another burst of delight when she saw the things on the table -ready for pancakes, which I told her we were dying to have. - -"You must have known that Barberin was in Paris, then?" she said. I -explained to her how I had learned so. - -"I will tell you why he has gone," she said, looking at me -significantly. - -"Let's have the pancakes first," I said; "don't let's talk about him. I -have not forgotten how he sold me for forty francs, and it was my fear -of him, the fear that he would sell me again, that kept me from writing -to tell you news of myself." - -"Oh, boy, I thought that was why," she said, "but you mustn't speak -unkindly of Barberin." - -"Well, let's have the pancakes now," I said, hugging her. - -We all set briskly to prepare the ingredients and before long Mattia and -I were cramming pancakes down our throats. Mattia declared that he had -never tasted anything so fine. As soon as we had finished one we held -out our plates for another, and Capi came in for his share. Mother -Barberin was scandalized that we should give a dog pancakes, but we -explained to her that he was the chief actor in our company and a -genius, and that he was treated by us with every consideration. Later, -while Mattia was out getting some wood ready for the next morning, she -told me why Barberin had gone to Paris. - -"Your family is looking for you," she said, almost in a whisper. "That's -what Barberin has gone up to Paris about. He's looking for you." - -"My family," I exclaimed. "Oh, have I a family of my own? Speak, tell -all, Mother Barberin, dear Mother Barberin!" - -Then I got frightened. I did not believe that my family was looking for -me. Barberin was trying to find me so that he could sell me again. I -would not be sold! I told my fears to Mother Barberin, but she said no, -my family was looking for me. Then she told me that a gentleman came to -the house who spoke with a foreign accent, and he asked Barberin what -had become of the little baby that he had found many years ago in Paris. -Barberin asked him what business that was of his. This answer was just -like Barberin would give. - -"You know from the bakehouse one can hear everything that is said in the -kitchen," said Mother Barberin, "and when I knew that they were talking -about you, I naturally listened. I got nearer and then I trod on a twig -of wood that broke." - -"'Oh, we're not alone,' said the gentleman to Barberin. - -"'Yes, we are; that's only my wife,' he replied. The gentleman then said -it was very warm in the kitchen and that they could talk better outside. -They went out and it was three hours later when Barberin came back -alone. I tried to make him tell me everything, but the only thing he -would say was that this man was looking for you, but that he was not -your father, and that he had given him one hundred francs. Probably he's -had more since. From this, and the fine clothes you wore when he found -you, we think your parents must be rich. - -"Then Jerome said he had to go off to Paris," she continued, "to find -the musician who hired you. This musician said that a letter sent to Rue -Mouffetard to a man named Garofoli would reach him." - -"And haven't you heard from Barberin since he went?" I asked, surprised -that he had sent no news. - -"Not a word," she said. "I don't even know where he is living in the -city." - -Mattia came in just then. I told him excitedly that I had a family, and -that my parents were looking for me. He said he was pleased for me, but -he did not seem to share my joy and enthusiasm. I slept little that -night. Mother Barberin had told me to start off to Paris and find -Barberin at once and not delay my parent's joy at finding me. I had -hoped that I could spend several days with her, and yet I felt that she -was right. I would have to see Lise before going. That could be managed, -for we could go to Paris by way of the canal. As Lise's uncle kept the -locks and lived in a cottage on the banks, we could stop and see her. - -I spent that day with Mother Barberin, and in the evening we discussed -what I would do for her when I was rich. She was to have all the things -she wanted. There was not a wish of hers that should not be gratified -when I had money. - -"The cow that you have given me in your poor days will be more to me -than anything you can give me when you're rich, Remi," she said fondly. - -The next day, after bidding dear Mother Barberin a loving farewell, we -started to walk along the banks of the canal. Mattia was very -thoughtful. I knew what was the matter. He was sorry that I had rich -parents. As though that would make any difference in our friendship! I -told him that he should go to college and that he should study music -with the very best masters, but he shook his head sadly. I told him that -he should live with me as my brother, and that my parents would love him -just the same because he was my friend. But still he shook his head. - -In the meantime, as I had not my rich parents' money to spend, we had to -play in all the villages through which we passed to get money for our -food. And I also wanted to make some money to buy a present for Lise. -Mother Barberin had said that she valued the cow more than anything I -could give her when I became rich, and perhaps, I thought, Lise would -feel the same about a gift. I wanted to give her a doll. Fortunately a -doll would not cost so much as a cow. The next town we came to I bought -her a lovely doll with fair hair and blue eyes. - -Walking along the banks of the canal I often thought of Mrs. Milligan -and Arthur and their beautiful barge, and wondered if we should meet it -on the canal. But we never saw it. - -One evening we could see in the distance the house where Lise lived. It -stood amongst the trees and seemed to be in an atmosphere of mist. We -could see the window lit up by the flames from a big fire inside. The -reddish light fell across our path as we drew nearer. My heart beat -quickly. I could see them inside having supper. The door and the window -were shut, but there were no curtains to the window, and I looked in and -saw Lise sitting beside her aunt. I signed to Mattia and Capi to be -silent, and then taking my harp from my shoulder, I put it on the -ground. - -"Oh, yes," whispered Mattia, "a serenade. What a fine idea!" - -"No, not you; I'll play alone." - -I struck the first notes of my Neapolitan song. I did not sing, for I -did not want my voice to betray me. As I played, I looked at Lise. She -raised her head quickly and her eyes sparkled. Then I commenced to sing. -She jumped from her chair and ran to the door. In a moment she was in my -arms. Aunt Catherine then came out and invited us in to supper. Lise -quickly placed two plates on the table. - -"If you don't mind," I said, "will you put a third; we have a little -friend with us." And I pulled out the doll from my bag and placed her in -the chair next to Lise. The look that she gave me I shall never forget! - - - - -CHAPTER XXV - -MOTHER, BROTHERS AND SISTERS - - -If I had not been in a hurry to get to Paris I should have stayed a long -time with Lise. We had so much to say to each other and could say so -little in the language that we used. She told me with signs how good her -uncle and aunt had been to her and what beautiful rides she had in the -barges, and I told her how I had nearly perished in the mine where -Alexix worked and that my family were looking for me. That was the -reason that I was hurrying to Paris and that was why it had been -impossible for me to go and see Etiennette. - -Naturally most of the talk was about my family, my rich family and all I -would do when I had money. I would make her father, brothers, sisters, -and above all herself, happy. Lise, unlike Mattia, was delighted. She -quite believed that if one had money one ought to be very happy, -because, would not her father have been happy if he had only had the -money to pay his debts? We took long walks, all three of us, Lise, -Mattia and I, accompanied by the doll and Capi. I was very happy those -few days. In the evening we sat in front of the house when it was not -too damp and before the fireplace when the mist was thick. I played the -harp and Mattia played his violin or cornet. Lise preferred the harp, -which made me very proud. When the time came and we had to separate and -go to bed, I played and sang her my Neapolitan song. - -Yet we had to part and go on our way. I told her that I would come back -for her soon. My last words to her were: "I'll come and fetch you in a -carriage drawn by four horses." - -And she quite believed me and she made a motion as though she were -cracking a whip to urge on the horses. She also, the same as I, could -see my riches and my horses and carriages. - -I was so eager to get to Paris now that if it had not been for Mattia I -would have stopped only to collect what was absolutely necessary for our -food. We had no cow to buy now, nor doll. It was not for me to take -money to my rich parents. - -"Let us get all we can," said Mattia, forcing me to take my harp, "for -we don't know if we shall find Barberin at once. One would think that -you had forgotten that night when you were dying of hunger." - -"Oh, I haven't," I said lightly, "but we're sure to find him at once. -You wait." - -"Yes, but I have not forgotten how I leaned up against the church that -day when you found me. Ah, I don't want to be hungry in Paris." - -"We'll dine all the better when we get to my parents'," I replied. - -"Well, let's work just as though we are buying another cow," urged -Mattia. - -This was very wise advice but I must admit that I did not sing with the -same spirit. To get the money to buy a cow for Mother Barberin or a doll -for Lise was quite a different matter. - -"How lazy you'll be when you're rich," said Mattia. The nearer we got to -Paris the gayer I became; and the more melancholy grew Mattia. As I had -assured him that we should not be parted I wondered why he should be sad -now. Finally, when we reached the gates of Paris, he told me how great -was his fear of Garofoli, and that if he saw him he knew that he would -take him again. - -"You know how afraid you are of Barberin, so you can imagine how I fear -Garofoli. If he's out of prison he'll be sure to catch me. Oh, my poor -head; how he used to bang it! And then he will part us; of course he'd -like to have you as one of his pupils, but he could not force you to -stay, but he has a right to me. He's my uncle." - -I had not thought of Garofoli. I arranged with Mattia that I should go -to the various places that Mother Barberin had mentioned as to where I -might find Barberin. Then I would go to the Rue Mouffetard and after -that he should meet me at seven o'clock outside the Notre Dame -Cathedral. - -We parted as though we were never going to meet again. Mattia went in -one direction, I in another. I had written down on paper the names of -the places where Barberin had lived before. I went first to one place, -then to another. At one lodging house they told me that he had lived -there four years ago but that he had not been there since. The landlord -told me that he'd like to catch the rogue, for he owed him one week's -rent. I grew very despondent. There was only one place left for me to -inquire; that was at a restaurant. The man who kept the place said that -he had not seen him for a very long time, but one of the customers -sitting eating at a table called out that he had been living at the -Hotel du Cantal of late. - -Before going to the Hotel du Cantal I went to Garofoli's place to see if -I could find out something about him so that I could take back some news -to poor Mattia. When I reached the yard I saw, as on my first visit, the -same old man hanging up dirty rags outside the door. - -"Has Garofoli returned?" I asked. - -The old man looked at me without replying, then began to cough. I could -see that he would not tell me anything unless I let him know that _I_ -knew all about Garofoli. - -"You don't mean to say he is still in prison?" I exclaimed. "Why, I -thought he'd got out long ago." - -"No, he's got another three months yet." - -Garofoli three more months in prison! Mattia could breathe. I left the -horrible yard as quickly as possible and hurried off to the Hotel du -Cantal. I was full of hope and joy and quite disposed to think kindly of -Barberin; if it had not been for Barberin, I might have died of cold -and hunger when I was a baby. It was true he had taken me from Mother -Barberin to sell me to a stranger, but then he had no liking for me and -perhaps he was forced to do it for the money. After all it was through -him that I was finding my parents. So now I ought not to harbor any -bitterness against him. - -I soon reached the Hotel du Cantal which was only a hotel in name, being -nothing better than a miserable lodging house. - -"I want to see a man named Barberin; he comes from Chavanon," I said to -a dirty old woman who sat at a desk. She was very deaf and asked me to -repeat what I had said. - -"Do you know a man named Barberin?" I shouted. - -Then she threw up her hands to heaven so abruptly that the cat sleeping -on her knees sprang down in terror. - -"Alas! Alas!" she cried, then she added: "Are you the boy he was looking -for?" - -"Oh, you know?" I cried excitedly. "Well, where's Barberin?" - -"Dead," she replied, laconically. - -I leaned on my harp. - -"Dead!" I cried loud enough for her to hear. I was dazed. How should I -find my parents now? - -"You're the boy they're looking for; I'm sure you are," said the old -woman again. - -"Yes, yes, I'm the boy. Where's my family? Can you tell me?" - -"I don't know any more than just what I've told you, my boy; I should -say my young gentleman." - -"What did Barberin say about my parents? Oh, do tell me," I said -imploringly. - -She threw her arms up towards heaven. - -"Ah, if that isn't a story!" - -"Well, tell it me. What is it?" - -At this moment a woman who looked like a servant came forward. The -mistress of the Hotel du Cantal turned to her: "If this isn't an affair! -This boy here, this young gentleman, is the man Barberin talked so much -about." - -"But didn't Barberin speak to you about my family?" I asked. - -"I should say so--more than a hundred times. A very rich family it is, -that you've got, my boy, my young gentleman." - -"And where do they live and what is their name?" - -"Barberin wouldn't tell us anything. He was that mysterious. He wanted -to get all the reward for himself." - -"Didn't he leave any papers?" - -"No, nothing except one that said he came from Chavanon. If we hadn't -found that, we couldn't have let his wife know he's dead." - -"Oh, you did let her know?" - -"Sure, why not?" - -I could learn nothing from the old woman. I turned slowly towards the -door. - -"Where are you going?" she asked. - -"Back to my friend." - -"Ah, you have a friend! Does he live in Paris?" - -"We got to Paris only this morning." - -"Well, if you haven't a place to lodge in, why don't you come here? You -will be well taken care of and it's an honest house. If your family get -tired of waiting to hear from Barberin they may come here and then -they'll find you. What I say is for your own interest. What age is your -friend?" - -"He is a little younger than I." - -"Just think! two boys on the streets of Paris! You could get into such a -bad place; now this is real respectable on account of the locality." - -The Hotel du Cantal was one of the dirtiest lodging houses that I had -ever seen and I had seen some pretty dirty ones! But what the old woman -said was worth considering, besides we could not be particular. I had -not found my family in their beautiful Paris mansion yet. Mattia had -been right to want to get all the money we could on our way to the city. -What should we have done if we had not our seventeen francs in our -pockets? - -"How much will you charge for a room for my friend and myself?" I asked. - -"Ten cents a day. That's not much." - -"Well, we'll come back to-night." - -"Come back early; Paris is a bad place at night for boys," she called -after me. - -Night was falling. The street lamps were lit. I had a long way to walk -to the Cathedral, where I was to meet Mattia. All my high spirits had -vanished. I was very tired and all around me seemed gloomy. In this -great Paris full of light and noise I felt so utterly alone. Would I -ever find my own people? Was I ever to see my real mother and my real -father? When I reached the Cathedral I had still twenty minutes to wait -for Mattia. I felt this night that I needed his friendship more than -ever. What a comfort it was to think that I was going to see him so gay, -so kind, such a friend! - -A little before seven I heard a quirk hark, then out of the shadows -jumped Capi! He sprang onto my knees and licked me with his soft wet -tongue. I hugged him in my arms and kissed his cold nose. It was not -long before Mattia appeared. In a few words I told him that Barberin was -dead and that there was now little hope that I could ever find my -family. Then he gave me all the sympathy of which I was in need. He -tried to console me and told me not to despair. He wished as sincerely -as I that we could find my parents. - -We returned to the Hotel du Cantal. The next morning I wrote to Mother -Barberin to express my grief for her loss and to ask her if she had had -any news from her husband before he died. By return mail she sent me -word that her husband had written to her from the hospital, where they -had taken him, and said that if he did not get better she was to write -to Greth and Galley's, Lincoln Square, London, for they were the -lawyers who were looking for me. He told her that she was not to take -any steps until she was sure that he was dead. - -"We must go to London," said Mattia, when I had finished reading the -letter that the priest had written for her. "If the lawyers are English, -that shows that your parents are English." - -"Oh, I'd rather be the same as Lise and the others. But," I added, "if -I'm English I'll be the same as Mrs. Milligan and Arthur." - -"I'd rather you were Italian," said Mattia. - -In a few minutes our baggage was ready and we were off. It took us eight -days to hike from Paris to Bologne, stopping at the principal towns en -route. When we reached Bologne we had thirty-two francs in our purse. We -took passage on a cargo boat that was going the next day to London. What -a rough journey we had! Poor Mattia declared that he would never go on -the sea again. When at last we were steaming up the Thames I begged him -to get up and see the wonderful sights, but he implored me to let him -alone. At last the engine stopped and the ropes were thrown to the -ground, and we landed in London. - -I knew very little English, but Mattia had picked up quite a great deal -from an Englishman who had worked with him at the Gassot Circus. When we -landed he at once asked a policeman to direct us to Lincoln Square. It -seemed to be a very long way. Many times we thought that we had lost -ourselves but again upon making inquiries we found that we were going -in the right direction. Finally we reached Temple Bar and a few steps -further we came to Green Square. - -My heart heat so quickly when we stood before the door of Greth and -Galley's office that I had to ask Mattia to wait a moment until I had -recovered myself. After Mattia had stated to the clerk my name and my -business, we were shown at once into the private office of the head of -the firm, Mr. Greth. Fortunately this gentleman spoke French, so I was -able to speak to him myself. He questioned me upon every detail of my -life. My answers evidently convinced him that I was the boy he was -looking for, for he told me that I had a family living in London and -that he would send me to them at once. - -"One moment, sir. Have I a father?" I asked, scarcely able to say the -word "father." - -"Yes, not only a father, but a mother, brothers and sisters," he -replied. - -"Oh...." - -He touched a bell and a clerk appeared whom he told to take charge of -us. - -"Oh, I had forgotten," said Mr. Greth, "your name is Driscoll; your -father's name is Mr. John Driscoll." - -In spite of Mr. Greth's ugly face I think I could have jumped at him and -hugged him if he had given me time, but with his hand he indicated the -door and we followed the clerk. - - - - -CHAPTER XXVI - -BITTER DISAPPOINTMENT - - -When we got to the street the clerk hailed a cab and told us to jump in. -The strange looking vehicle, with the coachman sitting on a box at the -back of a hood that covered us, I learned later was a hansom cab. Mattia -and I were huddled in a corner with Capi between our legs. The clerk -took up the rest of the seat. Mattia had heard him tell the coachman to -drive us to Bethnal-Green. The driver seemed none too anxious to take us -there. Mattia and I thought it was probably on account of the distance. -We both knew what "Green" meant in English, and Bethnal-Green -undoubtedly was the name of the park where my people lived. For a long -time the cab rolled through the busy streets of London. It was such a -long way that I thought perhaps their estate was situated on the -outskirts of the city. The word "green" made us think that it might be -in the country. But nothing around us announced the country. We were in -a very thickly populated quarter; the black mud splashed our cab as we -drove along; then we turned into a much poorer part of the city and -every now and again the cabman pulled up as though he did not know his -way. At last he stopped altogether and through the little window of the -hansom a discussion took place between Greth & Galley's clerk and the -bewildered cabman. From what Mattia could learn the man said that it was -no use, he could not find his way, and he asked the clerk which -direction he should take. The clerk replied that he did not know for he -had never been in that thieves' locality before. We both caught the word -"thieves." Then the clerk gave some money to the coachman and told us to -get out of the cab. The man grumbled at his fare and then turned round -and drove off. We were standing now in a muddy street before what the -English call a gin palace. Our guide looked about him in disgust, then -entered the swing-doors of the gin palace. We followed. Although we were -in a miserable part of the city I had never seen anything more -luxurious. There were gilt framed mirrors everywhere, glass chandeliers -and a magnificent counter that shone like silver. Yet the people who -filled this place were filthy and in rags. Our guide gulped down a drink -standing before the beautiful counter, then asked the man who had served -him if he could direct him to the place he wanted to find. Evidently he -got the information he required for he hurried out again through the -swing-doors, we following close on his heels. The streets through which -we walked now were even narrower and from one house across to another -were swung wash lines from which dirty rags were hanging. The women who -sat in their doorways were pale and their matted fair hair hung loose -over their shoulders. The children were almost naked and the few clothes -that they did wear were but rags. In the alley were some pigs wallowing -in the stagnant water from which a fetid odor arose. Our guide stopped. -Evidently he had lost his way. But at this moment a policeman appeared. -The clerk spoke to him and the officer told him he would show him the -way.... We followed the policeman down more narrow streets. At last we -stopped at a yard in the middle of which was a little pond. - -"This is Red Lion Court," said the officer. - -Why were we stopping there? Could it be possible that my parents lived -in this place? The policeman knocked at the door of a wooden hut and our -guide thanked him. So we had arrived. Mattia took my hand and gently -pressed it. I pressed his. We understood one another. I was as in a -dream when the door was opened and we found ourselves in a room with a -big fire burning in the grate. - -Before the fire in a large cane chair sat an old man with a white beard, -and his head covered with a black skull cap. At a table sat a man of -about forty and a woman about six years his junior. She must have been -very pretty once but now her eyes had a glassy stare and her manners -were listless. Then there were four children--two boys and two -girls--all very fair like their mother. The eldest boy was about eleven, -the youngest girl, scarcely three. I did not know what the clerk was -saying to the man, I only caught the name "Driscoll," my name, so the -lawyer had said. All eyes were turned on Mattia and me, only the baby -girl paid attention to Capi. - -"Which one is Remi?" asked the man in French. - -"I am," I said, taking a step forward. - -"Then come and kiss your father, my boy." - -When I had thought of this moment I had imagined that I should be -overwhelmed with happiness and spring into my father's arms, but I felt -nothing of the kind. I went up and kissed my father. - -"Now," he said, "there's your grandfather, your mother, your brothers -and sisters." - -I went up to my mother first and put my arms about her. She let me kiss -her but she did not return my caress; she only said two or three words -which I did not understand. - -"Shake hands with your grandfather," said my father, "and go gently; -he's paralyzed." - -I also shook hands with my brothers and my eldest sister. I wanted to -take the little one in my arms but she was too occupied with Capi and -pushed me away. As I went from one to the other I was angry with myself. -Why could I not feel any pleasure at having found my family at last. I -had a father, a mother, brothers, sisters and a grandfather. I had -longed for this moment, I had been mad with joy in thinking that I, like -other boys, would have a family that I could call my own to love me and -whom I could love.... And now I was staring at my family curiously, -finding nothing in my heart to say to them, not a word of affection. Was -I a monster? If I had found my parents in a palace instead of in a hovel -should I have had more affection for them? I felt ashamed at this -thought. Going over again to my mother I put my arms round her and -kissed her full on the lips. Evidently she did not understand what made -me do this, for instead of returning my kisses she looked at me in a -listless manner, then turning to her husband, my father, she shrugged -her shoulders and said something that I could not understand but which -made him laugh. Her indifference and my father's laugh went right to my -heart. It did not seem to me that my affection should have been received -in such a way. - -"Who is he?" asked my father, pointing to Mattia. I told him that Mattia -was my dearest friend and how much I owed him. - -"Good," said my father; "would he like to stay and see the country?" I -was about to answer for Mattia, but he spoke first. - -"That's just what I want," he exclaimed. - -My father then asked why Barberin had not come with me. I told him that -he was dead. He seemed pleased to hear this. He repeated it to my -mother, who also seemed pleased. Why were they both pleased that -Barberin was dead? - -"You must be rather surprised that we have not searched for you for -thirteen years," said my father, "and then suddenly to go off and look -up this man who found you when you were a baby." - -I told him that I was very surprised, and that I'd like to know about -it. - -"Come near the fire then and I'll tell you all about it." - -I flung the bag from my shoulders and took the chair that he offered me. -As I stretched out my legs, wet, and covered with mud, to the fire my -grandfather spat on one side, like an old cat that is annoyed. - -"Don't pay any attention to him," said my father; "the old chap doesn't -like any one to sit before his fire, but you needn't mind him, if you're -cold." - -I was surprised to hear any one speak like this of an old man. I kept my -legs under my chair, for I thought that attention should be paid to him. - -"You are my eldest son now," said my father; "you were born a year after -my marriage with your mother. When I married there was a young girl who -thought that I was going to marry her, and out of revenge she stole you -from us when you were six months old. We searched everywhere for you but -we did not go so far as Paris. We thought that you were dead until three -months ago when this woman was dying she confessed the truth. I went -over to France at once and the police in that locality where you had -been left, told me that you had been adopted by a mason named Barberin -who lived at Chavanon. I found him and he told me that he had loaned -you to a musician named Vitalis and that you were tramping through -France. I could not stay over there any longer, but I left Barberin some -money and told him to search for you, and when he had news to write to -Greth and Galley. I did not give him my address here, because we are -only in London during the winter; the rest of the year we travel through -England and Scotland. We are peddlers by trade, and I have my own -caravans. There, boy, that is how it is you have come back to us after -thirteen years. You may feel a little timid at first because you can't -understand us, but you'll soon pick up English and be able to talk to -your brothers and sisters. It won't be long before you're used to us." - -Yes, of course I should get used to them; were they not my own people? -The fine baby linen, the beautiful clothes had not spoken the truth. But -what did that matter! Affection was worth more than riches. It was not -money that I pined for, but to have affection, a family and a home. -While my father was talking to me they had set the table for supper. A -large joint of roast beef with potatoes round it was placed in the -middle of the table. - -"Are you hungry, boys?" asked my father, addressing Mattia and myself. -Mattia showed his white teeth. - -"Well, sit down to table." - -But before sitting down he pushed my grandfather's cane rocker up to the -table. Then taking his own place with his back to the fire, he -commenced to cut the roast beef and gave each one a fine big slice and -some potatoes. - -Although I had not been brought up exactly on the principle of good -breeding, I noticed that my brothers and sister's behaved very badly at -table; they ate more often with their fingers, sticking them into the -gravy and licking them without my father and mother seeming to notice -them. As to my grandfather, he gave his whole attention to what was -before him, and the one hand that he was able to use went continually -from his plate to his mouth. When he let a piece fall from his shaking -fingers my brothers and sisters laughed. - -I thought that we should spend the evening together round the fire, but -my father said that he was expecting friends, and told us to go to bed. -Beckoning to Mattia and me he took a candle and went out to a stable -that led from the room where we had been eating. In this stable were two -big caravans. He opened the door of one and we saw two small beds, one -above the other. - -"There you are, boys, there are your beds," he said. "Sleep well." - -Such was the welcome into my family. - - - - -CHAPTER XXVII - -A DISTRESSING DISCOVERY - - -My father left the candle with us, but locked the caravan on the -outside. We got into bed as quickly as possible, without chatting, as -was our habit. Mattia did not seem to want to talk any more than I and I -was pleased that he was silent. We blew the candle out, but I found it -impossible to go to sleep. I thought over all that had passed, turning -over and over in my narrow bed. I could hear Mattia, who occupied the -berth above mine, turn over restlessly also. He could not sleep any more -than I. - -Hours passed. As it grew later a vague fear oppressed me. I felt uneasy, -but I could not understand why it was that I felt so. Of what was I -afraid? Not of sleeping in a caravan even in this vile part of London! -How many times in my vagabond life had I spent the night less protected -than I was at this moment! I knew that I was sheltered from all danger -and yet I was oppressed with a fear that amounted almost to terror. - -The hours passed one after the other; suddenly I heard a noise at the -stable door which opened onto another street. Then came several regular -knocks at intervals. Then a light penetrated our caravan. I glanced -hastily round in surprise and Capi, who slept beside my bed, woke up -with a growl. I then saw that this light came in through a little window -of the caravan against which our berths were placed, and which I had not -noticed when going to bed because there was a curtain hanging over it. -The upper part of this window touched Mattia's bed and the lower part -touched mine. Afraid that Capi might wake up all the house, I put my -hand over his mouth, then looked outside. - -My father had entered the stable and quietly opened the door on the -other side, then he closed it again in the same cautious manner after -admitting two men heavily laden with bundles which they carried on their -shoulders. Then he placed his finger on his lip, and with the other hand -which held the lantern, he pointed to the caravan in which we were -sleeping. I was about to call out that they need not mind us, but I was -afraid I should wake up Mattia, who now, I thought, was sleeping -quietly, so I kept still. My father helped the two men unload their -bundles, then he disappeared, but soon he returned with my mother. -During his absence the men had opened their baggage. There were hats, -underclothes, stockings, gloves, etc. Evidently these men were merchants -who had come to sell their goods to my parents. My father took each -object and examined it by the light of the lantern and passed it on to -my mother, who with a little pair of scissors cut off the tickets and -put them in her pocket. This appeared strange to me, as also the hour -that they had chosen for this sale. - -While my mother was examining the goods my father spoke to the men in a -whisper. If I had known English a little better I should perhaps have -caught what he said, but all I could hear was the word "police," that -was said several times and for that reason caught my ear. - -When all the goods had been carefully noted, my parents and the two men -went into the house, and again our caravan was in darkness. They had -evidently gone inside to settle the bill. I wanted to convince myself -that what I had seen was quite natural, yet despite my desire I could -not believe so. Why had not these men who had come to see my parents -entered by the other door? Why did they talk of the police in whispers -as though they were afraid of being heard outside? Why had my mother cut -off the tickets after she had bought the goods? I could not drive these -thoughts from my mind. After a time a light again filled our caravan. I -looked out this time in spite of myself. I told myself that I ought not -to look, and yet ... I looked. I told myself that it was better that I -should not know, and yet I wanted to see. - -My father and mother were alone. While my mother quickly made a bundle -of the goods, my father swept a corner of the stable. Under the dry sand -that he heaped up there was a trap door. He lifted it. By then my mother -had finished tying up the bundles and my father took them and lowered -them through the trap to a cellar below, my mother holding the lantern -to light him. Then he shut the trap door and swept the sand over it -again. Over the sand they both strewed wisps of straw as on the rest of -the stable floor. Then they went out. - -At the moment when they softly closed the door it seemed to me that -Mattia moved in his bed and that he lay back on his pillow. Had he seen? -I did not dare ask him. From head to foot I was in a cold perspiration. -I remained in this state all night long. A cock crowed at daybreak; then -only did I drop off to sleep. - -The noise of the key being turned in the door of our caravan the next -morning woke me. Thinking that it was my father who had come to tell us -that it was time to get up, I closed my eyes so as not to see him. - -"It was your brother," said Mattia; "he has unlocked the door and he's -gone now." - -We dressed. Mattia did not ask me if I had slept well, neither did I put -the question to him. Once I caught him looking at me and I turned my -eyes away. - -We had to go to the kitchen, but neither my father nor mother were -there. My grandfather was seated before the fire in his big chair as -though he had not moved since the night before, and my eldest sister, -whose name was Annie, was wiping the table. Allen, my eldest brother, -was sweeping the room. I went over to them to wish them good morning, -but they continued with their work without taking any notice of me. I -went towards my grandfather, but he would not let me get near him, and -like the evening before, he spat at my side, which stopped me short. - -"Ask them," I said to Mattia, "what time I shall see my mother and -father?" - -Mattia did as I told him, and my grandfather, upon hearing one of us -speak English, seemed to feel more amiable. - -"What does he say?" - -"He says that your father has gone out for the day and that your mother -is asleep, and that if we like we may go out." - -"Did he only say that?" I asked, finding this translation very short. - -Mattia seemed confused. - -"I don't know if I understood the rest," he said. - -"Tell me what you think you understood." - -"It seemed to me that he said that if we found some bargains in the city -we were not to miss them. He said that we lived at the expense of -fools." - -My grandfather must have guessed that Mattia was explaining what he had -said to me, for with the hand that was not paralyzed, he made a motion -as though he were slipping something into his pocket, then he winked his -eye. - -"Let us go out," I said quickly. - -For two or three hours we walked about, not daring to go far for fear we -might become lost. Bethnal-Green was even more horrible in the daytime -than it had been at night. Mattia and I hardly spoke a word. Now and -again he pressed my hand. - -When we returned to the house my mother had not left her room. Through -the open door I could see that she was leaning her head on the table. -Thinking that she was sick I ran to her to kiss her, as I was unable to -speak to her. She lifted up her head, which swayed. She looked at me but -did not see me. I smelled the odor of gin on her hot breath. I drew -back. Her head fell again on her arms resting on the table. - -"Gin," said my grandfather, grinning. - -I remained motionless. I felt turned to stone. I don't know how long I -stood so. Suddenly I turned to Mattia. He was looking at me with eyes -full of tears. I signed to him and again we left the house. For a long -time we walked about, side by side, holding each other's hands, saying -nothing, going straight before us without knowing where we were going. - -"Where do you want to go, Remi?" he asked at last, anxiously. - -"I don't know. Somewhere so we can talk. I want to speak to you, Mattia. -We can't talk in this crowd." - -We had by this time come to a much wider street at the end of which was -a public garden. We hurried to this spot and sat down on a bench. - -"You know how much I love you, Mattia boy," I began, "and you know that -it was through friendship for you that I asked you to come with me to -see my people. You won't doubt my friendship, no matter what I ask of -you?" - -"Don't be such a silly," he said, forcing a smile. - -"You want to laugh so that I won't break down," I replied. "If I can't -cry when I'm with you, when can I cry? But.... Oh ... oh, Mattia, -Mattia!" - -Throwing my arms around dear old Mattia's neck, I burst into tears. -Never had I felt so miserable. When I had been alone in this great -world, never had I felt so unhappy as I did at this moment. After my -burst of sobs I forced myself to be calm. It was not because I wanted -Mattia's pity that I had brought him to this garden, it was not for -myself; it was for him. - -"Mattia," I said resolutely, "you must go back to France." - -"Leave you? Never!" - -"I knew beforehand what you would reply and I am pleased, oh, so pleased -that you wish to be with me, but, Mattia, you _must_ go back to France -at once!" - -"Why? Tell me that." - -"Because.... Tell me, Mattia. Don't be afraid. Did you sleep last night? -Did you see?" - -"I did not sleep," he answered. - -"And you saw...?" - -"All." - -"And you understood?" - -"That those goods had not been paid for. Your father was angry with the -men because they knocked at the stable door and not at the house door. -They told him that the police were watching them." - -"You see very well, then, that you must go," I said. - -"If I must go, you must go also; it is no better for one than for the -other." - -"If you had met Garofoli in Paris and he had forced you to go back to -him, I am sure you would not have wanted me to stay with you. I am -simply doing what you would do yourself." - -He did not reply. - -"You must go back to France," I insisted; "go to Lise and tell her that -I cannot do for her father what I promised. I told her that the first -thing I did would be to pay off his debts. You must tell her how it is, -and go to Mother Barberin also. Simply say that my people are not rich -as I had thought; there is no disgrace in not having money. _But don't -tell them anything more._" - -"It is not because they are poor that you want me to go, so I shan't -go," Mattia replied obstinately. "I know what it is, after what we saw -last night; you are afraid for me." - -"Mattia, don't say that!" - -"You are afraid one day that I shall cut the tickets off goods that have -not been paid for." - -"Mattia, Mattia, don't!" - -"Well, if you are afraid for me, I am afraid for you. Let us both go." - -"It's impossible; my parents are nothing to you, but this is my father -and mother, and I must stay with them. It is my family." - -"Your family! That man who steals, your father! That drunken woman your -mother!" - -"Don't you dare say so, Mattia," I cried, springing up from my seat; -"you are speaking of my father and mother and I must respect them and -love them." - -"Yes, so you should if they are your people, but ... are they?" - -"You forget their many proofs." - -"You don't resemble your father or your mother. Their children are all -fair, while you are dark. And then how is it they could spend so much -money to find a child? Put all these things together and in my opinion -you are not a Driscoll. You might write to Mother Barberin and ask her -to tell you just what the clothes were like that you wore when you were -found. Then ask that man you call your father to describe the clothes -his baby had on when it was stolen. Until then I shan't move." - -"But suppose one day Mattia gets a bang on his poor head?" - -"That would not be so hard if he received the blow for a friend," he -said, smiling. - -We did not return to the Red Lion Court until night. My father and -mother passed no remark upon our absence. After supper my father drew -two chairs to the fireside, which brought a growl from my grandfather, -and then asked us to tell him how we had made enough money to live on -in France. I told the story. - -"Not only did we earn enough to live on, but we got enough to buy a -cow," said Mattia with assurance. In his turn he told how we came by the -cow. - -"You must be clever kids," said my father; "show us what you can do." - -I took my harp and played a piece, but not my Neapolitan song. Mattia -played a piece on his violin and a piece on his cornet. It was the -cornet solo that brought the greatest applause from the children who had -gathered round us in a circle. - -"And Capi, can he do anything?" asked my father. "He ought to be able to -earn his food." - -I was very proud of Capi's talents. I put him through all his tricks and -as usual he scored a great success. - -"Why, that dog is worth a fortune," exclaimed my father. - -I was very pleased at this praise and assured him that Capi could learn -anything that one wished to teach him. My father translated what I said -into English, and it seemed to me that he added something more which -made everybody laugh, for the old grandfather winked his eye several -times and said, "Fine dog!" - -"This is what I suggest," said my father, "that is if Mattia would like -to live with us?" - -"I want to stay with Remi," replied Mattia. - -"Well, this is what I propose," continued my father. "We're not rich -and we all work. In the summer we travel through the country and the -children go and sell the goods to those who won't take the trouble to -come to us, but in the winter we haven't much to do. Now you and Remi -can go and play music in the streets. You'll make quite a little money -as Christmas draws near, but Ned and Allen must take Capi with them and -he'll make the people laugh with his tricks; in that way the talent will -be distributed." - -"Capi won't work well with any one but me," I said quickly. I could not -bear to be parted from my dog. - -"He'll learn to work with Allen and Ned easy," said my father; "we'll -get more money this way." - -"Oh, but we'll get ever so much more with Capi," I insisted. - -"That's enough," replied my father briefly; "when I say a thing I mean -it. No arguments." - -I said nothing more. As I laid down in my bed that night Mattia -whispered in my ear: "Now to-morrow you write to Mother Barberin." Then -he jumped into bed. - -But the next morning I had to give Capi his lesson, I took him in my -arms and while I gently kissed him on his cold nose, I explained to him -what he had to do; poor doggy! how he looked at me, how he listened! I -then put his leash in Allen's hand and he followed the two boys -obediently, but with a forlorn air. - -My father took Mattia and me across London where there were beautiful -houses, splendid streets with wide pavements, and carriages that shone -like glass, drawn by magnificent horses and driven by big fat coachmen -with powdered wigs. It was late when we got back to Red Lion Court, for -the distance from the West End to Bethnal-Green is great. How pleased I -was to see Capi again. He was covered with mud, but in a good humor. I -was so pleased to see him, that after I had rubbed him well down with -dry straw, I wrapped him in my sheepskin and made him sleep in my bed. - -Things went on this way for several days. Mattia and I went one way and -Capi, Ned, and Allen another. Then one evening my father told me that we -could take Capi the next day with us, as he wanted the two boys to do -something in the house. Mattia and I were very pleased and we intended -to do our utmost to bring back a good sum of money so that he would let -us have the dog always. We had to get Capi back and we would not spare -ourselves, neither one of us. We made Capi undergo a severe washing and -combing early in the morning, then we went off. - -Unfortunately for our plan a heavy fog had been hanging over London for -two entire days. It was so dense that we could only see a few steps -before us, and those who listened to us playing behind these fog -curtains could not see Capi. It was a most annoying state of affairs for -our "takings." Little did we think how indebted we should be to the fog -a few minutes later. We were walking through one of the most popular -streets when suddenly I discovered that Capi was not with us. This was -extraordinary, for he always kept close at our heels. I waited for him -to catch up with us. I stood at the entrance of a dark alley and -whistled softly, for we could see but a short distance. I was beginning -to fear that he had been stolen from us when he came up on the run, -holding a pair of woolen stockings between his teeth. Placing his fore -paws against me he presented them to me with a bark. He seemed as proud -as when he had accomplished one of his most difficult tricks and wanted -my approval. It was all done in a few seconds. I stood dumbfounded. Then -Mattia seized the stockings with one hand and pulled me down the alley -with the other. - -"Walk quick, but don't run," he whispered. - -He told me a moment later that a man who had hurried past him on the -pavement was saying, "Where's that thief? I'll get him!" We went out by -the other end of the alley. - -"If it had not been for the fog we should have been arrested as -thieves," said Mattia. - -For a moment I stood almost choking. They had made a thief of my good -honest Capi! - -"Hold him tight," I said, "and come back to the house." - -We walked quickly. - -The father and mother were seated at the table folding up material. I -threw the pair of stockings down. Allen and Ned laughed. - -"Here's a pair of stockings," I said; "you've made a thief of my dog. I -thought you took him out to amuse people." - -I was trembling so I could scarcely speak, and yet I never felt more -determined. - -"And if it was not for amusement," demanded my father, "what would you -do, I'd like to know?" - -"I'd tie a cord round Capi's neck, and although I love him dearly, I'd -drown him. I don't want Capi to become a thief any more than I want to -be one myself, and if I thought that I ever should become a thief, I'd -drown myself at once with my dog." - -My father looked me full in the face. I thought he was going to strike -me. His eyes gleamed. I did not flinch. - -"Oh, very well, then," said he, recovering himself; "so that it shall -not happen again, you may take Capi out with you in the future." - -I showed my fist to the two boys. I could not speak to them, but they -saw by my manner that if they dared have anything more to do with my -dog, they would have me to reckon with. I was willing to fight them both -to protect Capi. - -From that day every one in my family openly showed their dislike for me. -My grandfather continued to spit angrily when I approached him. The boys -and my eldest sister played every trick they possibly could upon me. My -father and mother ignored me, only demanding of me my money every -evening. Out of the whole family, for whom I had felt so much affection -when I had landed in England, there was only baby Kate who would let me -fondle her, and she turned from me coldly if I had not candy or an -orange in my pocket for her. - -Although I would not listen to what Mattia had said at first, gradually, -little by little, I began to wonder if I did really belong to this -family. I had done nothing for them to be so unkind to me. Mattia, -seeing me so greatly worried, would say as though to himself: "I am just -wondering what kind of clothes Mother Barberin will tell us you wore...." - -At last the letter came. The priest had written it for her. It read: - - - "My little Remi: I was surprised and sorry to learn the contents of - your letter. From what Barberin told me and also from the clothes - you had on when you were found, I thought that you belonged to a - very rich family. I can easily tell you what you wore, for I have - kept everything. You were not wound up in wrappings like a French - baby; you wore long robes and underskirts like little English - babies. You had on a white flannel robe and over that a very fine - linen robe, then a big white cashmere pelisse lined with white silk - and trimmed with beautiful white embroidery, and you had a lovely - lace bonnet, and then white woolen socks with little silk rosettes. - None of these things were marked, but the little flannel jacket you - had next to your skin and the flannel robe had both been marked, - but the marks had been carefully cut out. There, Remi, boy, that is - all I can tell you. Don't worry, dear child, that you can't give us - all the fine presents that you promised. Your cow that you bought - with your savings is worth all the presents in the world to me. I - am pleased to tell you that she's in good health and gives the same - fine quantity of milk, so I am very comfortably off now, and I - never look at her without thinking of you and your little friend - Mattia. Let me have news of you sometimes, dear boy, you are so - tender and affectionate, and I hope, now you have found your - family, they will all love you as you deserve to be loved. I kiss - you lovingly. - "Your foster mother, - "WIDOW BARBERIN." - - -Dear Mother Barberin! she imagined that everybody must love me because -she did! - -"She's a fine woman," said Mattia; "very fine, she thought of me! Now -let's see what Mr. Driscoll has to say." - -"He might have forgotten the things." - -"Does one forget the clothes that their child wears when it was -kidnaped? Why, it's only through its clothes that they can find it." - -"Wait until we hear what he says before we think anything." - -It was not an easy thing for me to ask my father how I was dressed on -the day that I was stolen. If I had put the question casually without -any underthought, it would have been simple enough. As it was I was -timid. Then one day when the cold sleet had driven me home earlier than -usual, I took my courage in both hands, and broached the subject that -was causing me so much anxiety. At my question my father looked me full -in the face. But I looked back at him far more boldly than I imagined -that I could at this moment. Then he smiled. There was something hard -and cruel in the smile but still it was a smile. - -"On the day that you were stolen from us," he said slowly, "you wore a -flannel robe, a linen robe, a lace bonnet, white woolen shoes, and a -white embroidered cashmere pelisse. Two of your garments Were marked -F.D., Francis Driscoll, your real name, but this mark was cut out by the -woman who stole you, for she hoped that in this way you would never be -found. I'll show you your baptismal certificates which, of course, I -still have." - -He searched in a drawer and soon brought forth a big paper which he -handed to me. - -"If you don't mind," I said with a last effort, "Mattia will translate -it for me." - -"Certainly." - -Mattia translated it as well as he could. It appeared that I was born on -Thursday, August the 2nd, and that I was the son of John Driscoll and -Margaret Grange, his wife. - -What further proofs could I ask? - -"That's all very fine," said Mattia that night, when we were in our -caravan, "but how comes it that peddlers were rich enough to give their -children lace bonnets and embroidered pelisses? Peddlers are not so rich -as that!" - -"It is because they were peddlers that they could get those things -cheaper." - -Mattia whistled, but he shook his head, then again he whispered: "You're -not that Driscoll's baby, but you're the baby that Driscoll stole!" - -I was about to reply but he had already climbed up into his bed. - - - - -CHAPTER XXVIII - -A MYSTERIOUS STRANGER - - -If I had been in Mattia's place, I should perhaps have had as much -imagination as he, but I felt in my position that it was wrong for me to -have such thoughts. It had been proved beyond a doubt that Mr. Driscoll -was my father. I could not look at the matter from the same point of -view as Mattia. He might doubt ... but I must not. When he tried to make -me believe as he did, I told him to be silent. But he was pig-headed and -I was not always able to get the better of his obstinacy. - -"Why are you dark and all the rest of the family fair?" he would ask -repeatedly. - -"How was it that poor people could dress their baby in fine laces and -embroidery?" was another often repeated question. And I could only reply -by putting a question myself. - -"Why did they search for me if I was not their child? Why had they given -money to Barberin and to Greth and Galley?" - -Mattia could find no answer to my question and yet he would not be -convinced. - -"I think we should both go back to France," he urged. - -"That's impossible." - -"Because it's your duty to keep with your family, eh? But is it your -family?" - -These discussions only had one result, they made me more unhappy than I -had ever been. How terrible it is to doubt. Yet, in spite of my wish not -to doubt, I doubted. Who would have thought when I was crying so sadly -because I thought I had no family that I should be in such despair now -that I had one. How could I know the truth? In the meantime I had to -sing and dance and laugh and make grimaces when my heart was full. - -One Sunday my father told me to stay in the house because he wanted me. -He sent Mattia off alone. All the others had gone out; my grandfather -alone was upstairs. I had been with my father for about an hour when -there was a knock at the door. A gentleman, who was unlike any of the -men who usually called on my father, came in. He was about fifty years -old and dressed in the height of fashion. He had white pointed teeth -like a dog and when he smiled he drew his lips back over them as though -he was going to bite. He spoke to my father in English, turning -continually to look at me. Then he began to talk French; he spoke this -language with scarcely an accent. - -"This is the young boy that you spoke to me about?" he said. "He appears -very well." - -"Answer the gentleman," said my father to me. - -"Yes, I am quite well," I replied, surprised. - -"You have never been ill?" - -"I had pneumonia once." - -"Ah, when was that?" - -"Three years ago. I slept out in the cold all night. My master, who was -with me, was frozen to death, and I got pneumonia." - -"Haven't you felt any effects of this illness since?" - -"No." - -"No fatigue, no perspiration at night?" - -"No. When I'm tired it's because I have walked a lot, but I don't get -ill." - -He came over to me and felt my arms, then put his head on my heart, then -at my back and on my chest, telling me to take deep breaths. He also -told me to cough. That done he looked at me for a long time. It was then -that I thought he wanted to bite me, his teeth gleamed in such a -terrible smile. A few moments later he left the house with my father. - -What did it mean? Did he want to take me in his employ? I should have to -leave Mattia and Capi. No, I wouldn't be a servant to anybody, much less -this man whom I disliked already. - -My father returned and told me I could go out if I wished. I went into -the caravan. What was my surprise to find Mattia there. He put his -finger to his lips. - -"Go and open the stable door," he whispered, "I'll go out softly behind -you. They mustn't know that I was here." - -I was mystified but I did as he asked. - -"Do you know who that man was who was with your father?" he asked -excitedly when we were in the street. "It was Mr. James Milligan, your -friend's uncle." - -I stood staring at him in the middle of the pavement. He took me by the -arm and dragged me on. - -"I was not going out all alone," he continued, "so I went in there to -sleep, but I didn't sleep. Your father and a gentleman came into the -stable and I heard all they said; at first I didn't try to listen but -afterward I did. - -"'Solid as a rock,' said the gentleman; 'nine out of ten would have -died, but he pulled through with pneumonia.' - -"'How is your nephew?' asked your father. - -"'Better. Three months ago the doctors again gave him up, but his mother -saved him once more. Oh, she's a marvelous mother, is Mrs. Milligan.' - -"You can imagine when I heard this name if I did not glue my ears to the -window. - -"'Then if your nephew is better,' continued your father, 'all you've -done is useless.' - -"'For the moment, perhaps,' replied the other, 'but I don't say that -Arthur is going to live; it would be a miracle if he did, and I am not -afraid of miracles. The day he dies the only heir to that estate will be -myself.' - -"'Don't worry; I'll see to that,' said Driscoll. - -"'Yes, I count on you,' replied Mr. Milligan." - -My first thought was to question my father, but it was not wise to let -them know that they had been overheard. As Mr. Milligan had business -with my father he would probably come to the house again, and the next -time, Mattia, whom he did not know, could follow him. - -A few days later Mattia met a friend of his, Bob, the Englishman, whom -he had known at the Gassot Circus. I could see by the way he greeted -Mattia that he was very fond of him. He at once took a liking to Capi -and myself. From that day we had a strong friend, who, by his experience -and advice, was of great help to us in time of trouble. - - - - -CHAPTER XXIX - -IN PRISON - - -Spring came slowly, but at last the day arrived for the family to leave -London. The caravans had been repainted and were loaded with -merchandise. There were materials, hats, shawls, handkerchiefs, -sweaters, underwear, ear-rings, razors, soap, powders, cream, everything -that one could imagine. - -The caravans were full. The horses bought. Where, and how? I did not -know but we saw them come and everything was then ready for the -departure. We did not know if we were to stay with the old grandfather -or go with the family, but my father, finding that we made good money -playing, told us the night before that we should go on the road with him -and play our music. - -"Let us go back to France," urged Mattia; "here's a good chance now." - -"Why not travel through England?" - -"Because I tell you something's going to happen if we stay here, and -besides we might find Mrs. Milligan and Arthur in France. If he has been -ill she will be sure to take him on their barge, now the summer is -coming." - -I told him that I must stay. - -The same day we started. I saw in the afternoon how they sold the -things that cost so little. We arrived at a large village and the -caravans were drawn up on the public square. One of the sides was -lowered and the goods displayed temptingly for the purchasers to -inspect. - -"Look at the price! Look at the price!" cried my father. "You couldn't -find anything like this elsewhere for the price! I don't sell 'em; I'm -giving 'em away. Look at this!" - -"He must have stolen them," I heard the people say when they saw the -prices. If they had glanced at my shamed looks, they would have known -that they were right in their suppositions. - -If they did not notice me, Mattia did. "How much longer can you bear -this?" he asked. - -I was silent. - -"Let us go back to France," he urged again. "I feel that something is -going to happen, and going to happen soon. Don't you think sooner or -later the police will get on to Driscoll, seeing how cheap he's selling -the things? Then what'll happen?" - -"Oh, Mattia...." - -"If you will keep your eyes shut I must keep mine open. We shall both be -arrested and we haven't done anything, but how can we prove that? Aren't -we eating the food that is paid for by the money that he gets for these -things?" - -I had never thought of that; it struck me now like a blow in the face. - -"But we earn our food," I stammered, trying to defend ourselves. - -"That's true, but we're living with thieves," replied Mattia, speaking -more frankly than he had ever done before, "and then if we're sent to -prison, we can't look for your family. And I'm anxious to see Mrs. -Milligan to warn her against that James Milligan. You don't know what he -might not do to Arthur. Let us go while we can." - -"Let me have a few more days to think it over, Mattia," I said. - -"Hurry up, then. Jack the Giant Killer smelled flesh--I smell danger." - -Circumstances did for me what I was afraid to do. Several weeks had -passed since we left London. My father had set up his caravans in a town -where the races were about to be held. As Mattia and I had nothing to do -with selling the goods, we went to see the race-course, which was at -some distance from the town. Outside the English race-courses there is -usually a fair going on. Mountebanks of all descriptions, musicians, and -stall holders gather there two or three days in advance. - -We were passing by a camp fire over which a kettle was hanging when we -recognized our friend Bob, who had been with Mattia in the circus. He -was delighted to see us again. He had come to the races with two friends -and was going to give an exhibition of strength. He had engaged some -musicians but they had failed him at the last moment and he was afraid -that the performance the next day would be a failure. He had to have -musicians to attract a crowd. Would we help him out? The profits would -be divided between the five of us that made up the company. There would -even be something for Capi, for he would like to have Capi perform his -tricks in the intervals. We agreed and promised to be there the next day -at the time he mentioned. - -When I told of this arrangement to my father he said that he wanted Capi -and that we could not have him. I wondered if they were going to make my -dog do some dirty trick. From my look my father guessed my thoughts. - -"Oh, it's all right," he said; "Capi's a good watch dog; he must stand -by the caravans. In a crowd like we shall have we might easily be -robbed. You two go alone and play with your friend Bob, and if you are -not finished until late, which will be quite likely, you can join us at -the Old Oak Tavern. We shall go on our way again to-morrow." - -We had spent the night before at the Old Oak Tavern, which was a mile -out on a lonely road. The place was kept by a couple whose appearance -did not inspire one with confidence. It was quite easy to find this -place. It was on a straight road. The only annoying thing was that it -was a long walk for us after a tiring day. - -But when my father said a thing I had to obey. I promised to be at the -Tavern. The next day, after tying Capi to the caravan, where he was to -be on guard, I hurried off to the race-course with Mattia. - -We began to play as soon as we arrived and kept it up until night. My -fingers ached as though they had been pricked with a thousand pins and -poor Mattia had blown his cornet so long that he could scarcely breathe. -It was past midnight. Just as they were doing their last turn a big bar -of iron which they were using in their feats fell on Mattia's foot. I -thought that his foot was broken. Fortunately it was only severely -bruised. No bones were broken, but still he could not walk. - -It was decided that he should stay there that night with Bob and that I -should go on alone to the Old Oak Tavern, for I had to know where the -Driscoll family was going the next day. All was dark when I reached the -tavern. I looked round for the caravans. They were nowhere to be seen. -All I could see, beside one or two miserable wagons, was a big cage from -which, as I drew near, came the cry of a wild beast. The beautiful gaudy -colored caravans belonging to the Driscoll family were gone. - -I knocked at the tavern door. The landlord opened it and turned the -light from his lantern full on my face. He recognised me, but instead of -letting me go in he told me to hurry after my parents, who had gone to -Lewes, and said that I'd better not lose any time joining them. Then he -shut the door in my face. - -Since I had been in England I had learned to speak English fairly well. -I understood clearly what he said, but I had not the slightest idea -where Lewes was situated, and besides I could not go, even if I found -out the direction, and leave Mattia behind. I began my weary tramp back -to the race-course; an hour later I was sleeping beside Mattia in Bob's -wagon. - -The next morning Bob told me how to get to Lewes and I was ready to -start. I was watching him boil the water for breakfast when I looked up -from the fire and saw Capi being led towards us by a policeman. What did -it mean? The moment Capi recognized me he gave a tug at his leash and -escaping from the officer bounded toward me and jumped into my arms. - -"Is that your dog?" asked the policeman. - -"Yes." - -"Then come with me, you're under arrest." - -He seized me by the collar. - -"What do you mean by arresting him?" cried Bob, jumping up from the -fire. - -"Are you his brother?" - -"No, his friend." - -"Well, a man and a boy robbed St. George's Church last night. They got -up a ladder and went through the window. This dog was there to give the -alarm. They were surprised in the act and in their hurry to get out by -the window, the dog was left in the church. I knew that with the dog I'd -be sure to find the thieves; here's one, now where's his father?" - -I could not utter a word. Mattia, who had heard the talk, came out of -the caravan and limped over to me. Bob was telling the policeman that I -could not be guilty because I had stayed with him until one o'clock, -then I went to the Old Oak Tavern and spoke to the landlord there, and -came back here at once. - -"It was a quarter after one that the church was entered," said the -officer, "and this boy left here at one o'clock so he could have met the -other and got to the church." - -"It takes more than a quarter of an hour to go from here to the town," -said Bob. - -"On the run, no," replied the policeman, "and what proves that he left -here at one o'clock?" - -"I can prove it; I swear it," cried Bob. - -The policeman shrugged his shoulders. "This boy can explain to the -magistrate," he said. - -As I was being led away, Mattia threw his arms about my neck, as though -it was because he wanted to embrace me, but Mattia had another object. - -"Keep up your courage," he whispered, "we won't forsake you." - -"Take care of Capi," I said in French, but the officer understood. - -"Oh, no," he said; "I'll keep that dog. He helped me to find you; he may -help me to find the other." - -Handcuffed to the policeman I had to pass under the gaze of a crowd of -people, but they did not jeer me like the peasants in France had done at -my first arrest; these people, almost all of them, were antagonistic to -the police; they were gypsies, tramps, in fact, the Bohemian vagabond. - -There were no onions strewn over this prison where I was now locked up. -This was a real jail with iron bars at the windows, the sight of which -put all thought of escape from my mind. In the cell there was only a -bench and a hammock. I dropped onto the bench and remained for a long -time with my head buried in my hands. Mattia and Bob, even with the help -of other friends, could never get me away from here. I got up and went -over to the window; the bars were strong and close together. The walls -were three feet thick. The ground beneath was paved with large stones. -The door was covered with a plate of sheet iron.... No, I could not -escape. - -I began to wonder if it would be possible for me to prove my innocence, -despite Capi's presence in the church. Mattia and Bob could help me by -proving an alibi. If they could prove this I was saved in spite of the -mute testimony that my poor dog had carried against me. I asked the -jailer when he brought in some food if it would be long before I should -appear before the magistrate. I did not know then that in England you -are taken into court the day after arrest. The jailer, who seemed a -kindly sort of man, told me that it would certainly be the next day. - -I had heard tales of prisoners finding messages from their friends in -the food that was brought in to them. I could not touch my food, but I -at once began to crumble my bread. I found nothing inside. There were -some potatoes also; I mashed them to a pulp, but I found not the -tiniest note. I did not sleep that night. - -The next morning the jailer came into my cell carrying a jug of water -and a basin. He told me to wash myself if I wished to, for I was to -appear before the judge, and a good appearance never went against one. -When the jailer returned he told me to follow him. We went down several -passages, then came to a small door which he opened. - -"Pass in," he said. - -The room I entered was very close. I heard a confused murmur of voices. -Although my temples were throbbing and I could scarcely stand, I was -able to take in my surroundings. The room was of fair size with large -windows and high ceiling. The judge was seated on a raised platform. -Beneath him in front sat three other court officials. Near where I stood -was a gentleman wearing a robe and wig. I was surprised to find that -this was my lawyer. How was it I had an attorney? Where did he come -from? - -Amongst the witnesses, I saw Bob and his two friends, the landlord of -the Old Oak Tavern, and some men whom I did not know. Then on another -stand opposite, amongst several other persons, I saw the policeman who -had arrested me. The public prosecutor in a few words stated the crime. -A robbery had been committed in St. George's Church. The thieves, a man -and a child, had climbed up a ladder and broken a window to get in. They -had with them a dog to give the alarm. At a quarter after one, a late -pedestrian had seen a light in the church and had at once aroused the -sexton. Several men ran to the church; the dog barked and the thieves -escaped through the window, leaving the dog behind them. The dog's -intelligence was remarkable. The next morning the animal had led the -policeman to the race-course where he had recognized his master, who was -none other than the accused now standing in the prisoner's dock. As to -the second thief, they were on his trail, and they hoped to arrest him -shortly. - -There was little to be said for me; my friends tried to prove an alibi, -but the prosecutor said that I had ample time to meet my accomplice at -the church and then run to the Old Oak Tavern after. I was asked then -how I could account for my dog being in the church at quarter after one. -I replied that I could not say, for the dog had not been with me all -day. But I declared that I was innocent. My attorney tried to prove that -my dog had wandered into the church during the day and had been locked -in when the sexton closed the door. He did his best for me, but the -defense was weak. Then the judge said that I should be taken to the -county jail to wait for the Grand Jury to decide if I should, or should -not, be held for the assizes. - -The assizes! - -I fell back on my bench. Oh, why had I not listened to Mattia. - - - - -CHAPTER XXX - -ESCAPE - - -I had not been acquitted because the judge was expecting the arrest of -the man who had entered the church with the child. They would then know -if I was this man's accomplice. They were on the trail, the prosecutor -had said, so I should have the shame and sorrow of appearing in the -prisoner's dock at the Assizes beside _him_. - -That evening, just before dusk, I heard the clear notes of a cornet. -Mattia was there! Dear old Mattia! he wanted to tell me that he was near -and thinking of me. He was evidently in the street on the other side of -the wall opposite my window. I heard footsteps and the murmur of a -crowd. Mattia and Bob were probably giving a performance. - -Suddenly I heard a clear voice call out in French, "To-morrow at -daybreak!" Then at once Mattia played his loudest on the cornet. - -It did not need any degree of intelligence to understand that Mattia had -not addressed these French words to an English public. I was not sure -what they meant, but evidently I had to be on the alert at daybreak the -next morning. As soon as it was dark I got into my hammock, but it was -some time before I could go to sleep, although I was very tired. At -last I dropped off to sleep. When I awoke it was night. The stars shone -in the dark sky and silence reigned everywhere. A clock struck three. I -counted the hours and the quarter hours. Leaning against the wall I kept -my eyes fixed on the window. I watched the stars go out one by one. In -the distance I could hear the cocks crowing. It was daybreak. - -I opened the window very softly. What did I expect? There were still the -iron bars and the high wall opposite. I could not get out, and yet -foolish though the thought was, I expected my freedom. The morning air -chilled me but I stayed by my window, looking out without knowing at -what, listening without knowing to what. A big white cloud came up in -the sky. It was daybreak. My heart throbbed wildly. Then I seemed to -hear a scratching on the wall, but I had heard no sound of footsteps. I -listened. The scratching continued. I saw a head appear above the wall. -In the dim light I recognized Bob. - -He saw me with my face pressed against the bars. - -"Silence!" he said softly. - -He made a sign for me to move away from the window. Wondering, I obeyed. -He put a peashooter to his mouth and blew. A tiny ball came through the -air and fell at my feet. Bob's head disappeared. - -I pounced on the ball. It was tissue paper made into a tiny ball like a -pea. The light was too dim for me to see what was written on it; I had -to wait till day. I closed my window cautiously and lay down again in -my hammock with the tiny bit of paper in my hand. How slowly the light -came! At last I was able to read what was written on the paper. I read: - - - "To-morrow you will be taken in the train to the county jail. A - policeman will be in the compartment with you. Keep near the same - door by which you enter. At the end of forty minutes (count them - carefully), the train will slacken speed as it nears a junction; - then open the door and jump out. Climb the small hill on the left. - We'll be there. Keep your courage up; above all, jump well forward - and fall on your feet." - - -Saved! I should not appear before the Assizes! Good Mattia, dear old -Bob! How good of Bob to help Mattia, for Mattia, poor little fellow, -could not have done this alone. - -I re-read the note. Forty minutes after the train starts.... Hill to the -left.... It was a risky thing to do to jump from a train, but even if I -killed myself in doing so, I would better do it. Better die than be -condemned as a thief. - -Would they think of Capi? - -After I had again read my note, I chewed it into a pulp. - -The next day, in the afternoon, a policeman came into my cell and told -me to follow him. He was a man over fifty and I thought with -satisfaction that he did not appear to be very nimble. - -Things turned out just as Bob had said. The train rolled off. I took my -place near the door where I had entered. The policeman sat opposite me; -we were alone in the compartment. - -"Do you speak English?" asked the policeman. - -"I understand if you don't talk too rapidly," I replied. - -"Well, then, I want to give you a little advice, my boy," he said; -"don't try and fool the law. Just tell me how it all happened, and I'll -give you five shillings. It'll be easier for you if you have a little -money in jail." - -I was about to say that I had nothing to confess, but I felt that might -annoy the man, so I said nothing. - -"Just think it over," he continued, "and when you're in jail don't go -and tell the first comer, but send for me. It is better to have one who -is interested in you, and I'm very willing to help you." - -I nodded my head. - -"Ask for Dolphin; you'll remember my name?" - -"Yes, sir." - -I was leaning against the door. The window was down and the air blew in. -The policeman found that there was too much air so he moved into the -middle of the seat. My left hand stole softly outside and turned the -handle; with my right hand I held the door. - -The minutes passed; the engine whistled and slackened its speed. The -moment had come. I pushed open the door quickly and sprang out as far -as I could. Fortunately, my hands, which I held out before me, touched -the grass, yet the shock was so great that I rolled on the ground -unconscious. When I came to my senses I thought that I was still in the -train for I felt myself being carried along. Looking round I saw that I -was lying at the bottom of a cart. Strange! My cheeks were wet. A soft -warm tongue was licking me. I turned slightly. An ugly yellow dog was -leaning over me. Mattia was kneeling beside me. - -"You're saved," he said, pushing aside the dog. - -"Where am I?" - -"You are in a cart. Bob's driving." - -"How goes it?" cried Bob from his seat. "Can you move your arms and -legs?" - -I stretched out and did what he asked. - -"Good," said Mattia; "nothing broken." - -"What happened?" - -"You jumped from the train as we told you, but the shock stunned you, -and you rolled into a ditch. When you didn't come, Bob left the cart, -crept down the hill, and carried you back in his arms. We thought you -were dead. Oh, Remi, I was afraid." - -I stroked his hand. "And the policeman?" I asked. - -"The train went on; it didn't stop." - -My eyes again fell on the ugly yellow dog that was looking at me with -eyes that resembled Capi's. But Capi was white.... - -"What dog is that?" I asked. - -Before Mattia could reply the ugly little animal had jumped on me, -licking me furiously and whining. - -"It's Capi; we dyed him!" cried Mattia, laughing. - -"Dyed him? Why?" - -"So that he wouldn't be recognized. Now Bob wants to make you more -comfortable." - -While Bob and Mattia were making me comfortable I asked them where we -were going. - -"To Little Hampton," said Mattia, "where Bob's brother has a boat that -goes over to France to fetch butter and eggs from Normandy. We owe -everything to Bob. What could a poor little wretch like me have done -alone? It was Bob's idea that you jump from the train." - -"And Capi? Who's idea was it to get him?" - -"Mine. But it was Bob's to paint him yellow so that he wouldn't be -recognized after we stole him from Policeman Jerry. The judge called -Jerry 'intelligent'; he wasn't so very intelligent to let us get Capi -away. True, Capi smelled me and almost got off alone. Bob knows the -tricks of dog thieves." - -"And your foot?" - -"Better, or almost better. I haven't had time to think of it." - -Night was falling. We had still a long distance to go. - -"Are you afraid?" asked Mattia, as I lay there in silence. - -"No, not afraid," I answered, "for I don't think that I shall be -caught. But it seems to me that in running away I admit my guilt. That -worries me." - -"Better anything, Bob and I thought, than that you should appear at the -Assizes. Even if you got off it's a bad thing to have gone through." - -Convinced that after the train stopped the policeman would lose no time -looking for me, we went ahead as quickly as possible. The villages -through which we drove were very quiet; lights were seen in only a few -of the windows. Mattia and I got under a cover. For some time a cold -wind had been blowing and when we passed our tongues over our lips we -tasted salt. We were nearing the sea. Soon we saw a light flashing every -now and again. It was a lighthouse. Suddenly Bob stopped his horse, and -jumping down from the cart, told us to wait there. He was going to see -his brother to ask him if it would be safe for him to take us on his -boat. - -Bob seemed to be away a very long time. We did not speak. We could hear -the waves breaking on the shore at a short distance. Mattia was -trembling and I also. - -"It is cold," he whispered. - -Was it the cold that made us shake? When a cow or a sheep in the field -at the side touched against the fence we trembled still more. There were -footsteps on the road. Bob was returning. My fate had been decided. A -rough-looking sailor wearing a sou'wester and an oilskin hat was with -Bob. - -"This is my brother," said Bob; "he'll take you on his boat. So we'll -have to part now; no one need know that I brought you here." - -I wanted to thank Bob but he cut me short. I grasped his hand. - -"Don't speak of it," he said lightly, "you two boys helped me out the -other night. One good turn deserves another. And I'm pleased to have -been able to help a friend of Mattia's." - -We followed Bob's brother down some winding quiet streets till we came -to the docks. He pointed to a boat, without saying a word. In a few -moments we were on board. He told us to go down below into a little -cabin. - -"I start in two hours' time," he said; "stay there and don't make a -sound." - -But we were not trembling now. We sat in the dark side by side. - - - - -CHAPTER XXXI - -HUNTING FOR THE SWAN - - -For some time after Bob's brother left we heard only the noise of the -wind and the sea dashing against the keel, then footsteps were heard on -the deck above and the grinding of pulleys. A sail was hoisted, then -suddenly the boat leaned to one side and began to rock. In a few moments -it was pitching heavily on the rough sea. - -"Poor Mattia," I said, taking his hand. - -"I don't care, we're saved," he said; "what if I am seasick?" - -The next day I passed my time between the cabin and deck. Mattia wanted -to be left alone. When at last the skipper pointed out Harfleur I -hurried down to the cabin to tell him the good news. As it was late in -the afternoon when we arrived at Harfleur, Bob's brother told us that we -could sleep on the boat that night if we wished. - -"When you want to go back to England," he said the next morning, as we -wished him good-by, and thanked him for what he had done for us, "just -remember that the _Eclipse_ sails from here every Tuesday." - -It was a kind invitation, but Mattia and I each of us had our reason for -not wishing to cross the sea again ... yet awhile. - -Fortunately we had our profits from Bob's performance. In all we had -twenty-seven francs and fifty centimes. Mattia wanted to give Bob the -twenty-seven francs in payment for the expenses he had been put to for -my flight, but he would not accept a penny. - -"Well, which way shall we go?" I asked when we landed in France. - -"By the canal," replied Mattia promptly, "because I have an idea. I -believe the _Swan_ is on the canal this summer, now that Arthur's been -so ill, and I think we ought to find it," he added. - -"But what about Lise and the others?" I asked. - -"We'll see them while we're looking for Mrs. Milligan. As we go up the -canal, we can stop and see Lise." - -With a map that we bought, we searched for the nearest river: it was the -Seine. - -"We'll go up the Seine and ask all the fishermen along the banks if -they've seen the _Swan_. It isn't like any other boat from what you say, -and if they've seen it they'll remember." - -Before beginning the long journey that was probably ahead of us I bought -some soft soap to clean Capi. To me, Capi yellow--was not Capi. We -washed him thoroughly, each one taking it in turns until he was tired -out. But Bob's dye was an excellent quality and when we had finished he -was still yellow, but a shade paler. It would require many shampoos -before we could get him back to his original color. Fortunately Normandy -is a country of brooks and each day we gave him a bath. - -We reached the top of a hill one morning and Mattia spied the Seine away -ahead of us, winding in a large curve. From then on, we began to -question the people. Had they seen the _Swan_, a beautiful barge with a -veranda? No one had seen it. It must have passed in the night. We went -on to Rouen, where again we commenced our questions, but with no better -result. We would not be discouraged but went forward questioning every -one. We had to stop to get money for our food as we went along, so it -took us five weeks to reach the suburbs of Paris. - -Fortunately, upon arriving at Charenton, we soon knew which direction we -had to take. When we put the important question, we received for the -first time the answer for which we had longed. A boat which resembled -the _Swan_, a large pleasure boat, had passed that way; turning to the -left, it had continued up the Seine. - -We were by the docks. Mattia was so overjoyed that he commenced to dance -amongst the fishermen. Stopping suddenly he took his violin and -frantically played a triumphal march. While he played I questioned the -man who had seen the barge. Without a doubt it was the _Swan_. It had -passed through Charenton about two months ago. - -Two months! What a lead it had! But what did that matter! We had our -legs and they had the legs of two good horses and we should join them -some day. The question of time did not count. The great thing, the -wonderful thing was that the _Swan_ was found! - -"Who was right?" cried Mattia. - -If I had dared I would have admitted to Mattia that I had very great -hopes, but I felt that I could not analyze my thoughts, not even to -myself. We had no need to stop now and question the people. The _Swan_ -was ahead of us. We had only to follow the Seine. We went on our way, -getting nearer to where Lise lived. I wondered if she had seen the barge -as it passed through the locks by her home. At night we never complained -of weariness and we were always ready the next morning to set out at an -early hour. - -"Wake me up," said Mattia, who was fond of sleeping. And when I woke him -he was never long in jumping to his feet. - -To economize we ate hard-boiled eggs, which we bought from the grocers, -and bread. Yet Mattia was very fond of good things. - -"I hope Mrs. Milligan has that cook still who made those tarts," he -said; "apricot tarts must be fine!" - -"Haven't you ever tasted them?" - -"I've tasted apple puffs, but I've never tasted apricot tarts. I've seen -them. What are those little white things they stick all over the fruit?" - -"Almonds." - -"Oh...." And Mattia opened his mouth as though he were swallowing a -whole tart. - -At each lock we had news of the _Swan;_ every one had seen the -beautiful barge and they spoke of the kind English lady and the little -boy lying on a sofa under the veranda. - -We drew nearer to Lise's home, two more days, then one, then only a few -hours. We came in sight of the house. We were not walking now, we were -running. Capi, who seemed to know where we were going, started ahead at -a gallop. He was going to let Lise know that we were coming. She would -come to meet us. But when we got to the house there was a woman standing -at the door whom we did not know. - -"Where's Madame Suriot?" we inquired. - -For a moment she stared at us as though we were asking a foolish -question. - -"She doesn't live here now," she said at last; "she's in Egypt." - -"In Egypt!" - -Mattia and I looked at one another in amazement. Egypt! We did not know -just where Egypt was situated, but we thought, vaguely, it was far away, -very far, somewhere beyond the seas. - -"And Lise? Do you know Lise?" - -"The little dumb girl? Yes, I know her! She went off with an English -lady on a barge." - -Lise on the _Swan!_ Were we dreaming? Mattia and I stared at one -another. - -"Are you Remi?" then asked the woman. - -"Yes." - -"Well, Suriot was drowned...." - -"Drowned!" - -"Yes, he fell into the lock and got caught below on a nail. And his -poor wife didn't know what to do, and then a lady that she lived with -before she married was going to Egypt, and she told her she would take -her as nurse to look after the children. She didn't know what to do with -little Lise and while she was wondering an English lady and her little -sick son came along the canal in a barge. They talked. And the English -lady, who was looking for some one to play with her son, for he was -tired of being always alone, said she would take Lise along and she -would educate the little girl. The lady said she would have doctors who -would cure her and she would be able to speak some day. Before they -went, Lise wanted her aunt to explain to me what I was to say to you if -you came to see her. That's all." - -I was so amazed that I could find no words. But Mattia never lost his -head like me. - -"Where did the English lady go?" he asked. - -"To Switzerland. Lise was to have written to me so that I could give you -her address, but I haven't received the letter yet." - - - - -CHAPTER XXXII - -FINDING A REAL MOTHER - - -"Forward! March! Children!" cried Mattia after we had thanked the woman. -"It is not only Arthur and Mrs. Milligan now that we are going after, -but Lise. What luck! Who knows what's in store for us!" - -We went on our way in search of the _Swan_, only stopping just to sleep -and to earn a few sous. - -"From Switzerland one goes to Italy," said Mattia softly. "If, while -running after Mrs. Milligan, we get to Lucca, how happy my little -Christina will be." - -Poor dear Mattia! He was helping me to seek those I loved and I had done -nothing to help him see his little sister. - -At Lyons we gained on the _Swan_. It was now only six weeks ahead of us. -I doubted if we could catch up with it before it reached Switzerland. -And then I did not know that the river Rhone was not navigable up to the -Lake of Geneva. We had thought that Mrs. Milligan would go right to -Switzerland on her boat. What was my surprise when arriving at the next -town to see the _Swan_ in the distance. We began to run along the banks -of the river. What was the matter? Everything was closed up on the -barge. There were no flowers on the veranda. What had happened to -Arthur? We stopped, looking at each other both with the same sorrowful -thoughts. - -A man who had charge of the boat told us that the English lady had gone -to Switzerland with a sick boy and a little dumb girl. They had gone in -a carriage with a maid; the other servants had followed with the -baggage. We breathed again. - -"Where is the lady?" asked Mattia. - -"She has taken a villa at Vevy, but I cannot say where; she is going to -spend the summer there." - -We started for Vevy. Now they were not traveling away from us. They had -stopped and we should be sure to find them at Vevy if we searched. We -arrived there with three sous in our pockets and the soles off our -boots. But Vevy is not a little village; it is a town, and as for asking -for Mrs. Milligan, or even an English lady with a sick son and a dumb -girl, we knew that that would be absurd. There are so many English in -Vevy; the place is almost like an English pleasure resort. The best way, -we thought, was to go to all the houses where they might be likely to -live. That would not be difficult; we had only to play our music in -every street. We tried everywhere, but yet we could see no signs of Mrs. -Milligan. - -We went from the lake to the mountains, from the mountains to the lake, -looking to the right and to the left, questioning from time to time -people who, from their expression, we thought would be disposed to -listen and reply. Some one sent us to a chalet built way up on the -mountain; another assured us that she lived down by the lake. They were -indeed English ladies who lived up in the chalet on the mountain and the -villa down by the lake; but not our Mrs. Milligan. - -One afternoon we were playing in the middle of the road. The house -before us had a large iron gate; the house behind stood way back in a -garden. In the front of it there was a stone wall. I was singing my -loudest. I sung the first verse of my Neapolitan song and was about to -commence the second when we heard a weak strange voice singing. Who -could it be? What a strange voice! - -"Arthur?" inquired Mattia. - -"No, no, it is not Arthur. I have never heard that voice before." - -But Capi commenced to whine and gave every sign of intense joy while -jumping against the wall. - -"Who is singing?" I cried, unable to contain myself. - -"Remi!" called a weak voice. - -My name instead of an answer! Mattia and I looked at one another, -thunderstruck. As we stood looking stupidly into each other's faces, I -saw a handkerchief being waved at the end of the wall. We ran to the -spot. It was not until we got to the hedge which surrounded the other -side of the garden that we saw the one who was waving. - -Lise! At last we had found her and not far away were Mrs. Milligan and -Arthur! - -But who had sung? That was the question that Mattia and I asked as soon -as we found words. - -"I," answered Lise. - -Lise was singing! Lise was talking! - -The doctors had said that one day Lise would recover her speech, and -very probably, under the shock of a violent emotion, but I did not think -that it could be possible. And yet the miracle had happened, and it was -upon knowing that I had come to her and hearing me sing the Neapolitan -song I used to sing to her, that she had felt this intense emotion, and -was restored to her voice. I was so overcome at this thought that I had -to stretch out my hand to steady myself. - -"Where is Mrs. Milligan?" I asked, "and Arthur?" - -Lise moved her lips, but she could only utter inarticulate sounds, then -impatiently she used the language of her hands, for her tongue was still -clumsy in forming words. She pointed down the garden and we saw Arthur -lying in an invalid's chair. On one side of him was his mother, and on -the other ... Mr. James Milligan. In fear, in fact almost terror, I -stooped down behind the hedge. Lise must have wondered why I did so. -Then I made a sign to her to go. - -"Go, Lise, or you'll betray me," I said. "Come to-morrow here at nine -o'clock and be alone, then I can talk to you." - -She hesitated for a moment, then went up the garden. - -"We ought not to wait till to-morrow to speak to Mrs. Milligan," said -Mattia. "In the meantime that uncle might kill Arthur. He has never seen -me and I'm going to see Mrs. Milligan at once and tell her." - -There was some reason in what Mattia proposed, so I let him go off, -telling him that I would wait for him at a short distance under a big -chestnut tree. I waited a long time for Mattia. More than a dozen times -I wondered if I had not made a mistake in letting him go. At last I saw -him coming back, accompanied by Mrs. Milligan. I ran to her, and, -seizing the hand that she held out to me, I bent over it. But she put -her arms round me and, stooping down, kissed me tenderly on the -forehead. - -"Poor, dear child," she murmured. - -With her beautiful white fingers she pushed the hair back from my -forehead and looked at me for a long time. - -"Yes, yes," she whispered softly. - -I was too happy to say a word. - -"Mattia and I have had a long talk," she said, "but I want you to tell -me yourself how you came to enter the Driscoll family." - -I told her what she asked and she only interrupted me to tell me to be -exact on certain points. Never had I been listened to with such -attention. Her eyes did not leave mine. - -When I had finished she was silent for some time, still looking at me. -At last she said: "This is a very serious matter and we must act -prudently. But from this moment you must consider yourself as the -friend," she hesitated a little, "as the brother of Arthur. In two -hours' time go to the Hotel des Alpes; for the time being you will stay -there. I will send some one to the hotel to meet you. I am obliged to -leave you now." - -Again she kissed me and after having shaken hands with Mattia she walked -away quickly. - -"What did you tell Mrs. Milligan?" I demanded of Mattia. - -"All that I have said to you and a lot more things," he replied. "Ah, -she is a kind lady, a beautiful lady!" - -"Did you see Arthur?" - -"Only from a distance, but near enough to see that he looked a nice sort -of boy." - -I continued to question Mattia, but he answered me vaguely. - -Although we were in our ragged street suits, we were received at the -hotel by a servant in a black suit and a white tie. He took us to our -apartment. How beautiful we thought our bedroom. There were two white -beds side by side. The windows opened onto a balcony overlooking the -lake. The servant asked us what we would like for dinner, which he would -serve us on the balcony if we wished. - -"Have you any tarts?" asked Mattia. - -"Yes, rhubarb tarts, strawberry tarts, and gooseberry tarts." - -"Good. Then you can serve these tarts." - -"All three?" - -"Certainly." - -"And what entrée? What meat? Vegetables?" - -At each offer Mattia opened his eyes, but he would not allow himself to -be disconcerted. - -"Anything, just what you like," he replied coolly. - -The butler left the room gravely. - -The next day Mrs. Milligan came to see us; she was accompanied by a -tailor and a shirt maker who took our measures for some suits and -shirts. Mrs. Milligan told us that Lise was still trying to talk and -that the doctor had declared that she would soon be cured, then after -having spent an hour with us she left us, again kissing me tenderly and -shaking hands warmly with Mattia. - -For four days she came, each time she was more affectionate and loving -to me, yet still with a certain restraint. The fifth day the maid, whom -I had known on the _Swan_, came in her place. She told us that Mrs. -Milligan was expecting us and that a carriage was at the hotel doors to -take us to her. Mattia took his seat in the brougham as though he had -been used to riding in a carriage all his life. Capi also jumped in -without any embarrassment and sat down on the velvet cushions. - -The drive was short, it seemed to me very short, for I was like one in a -dream, my head filled with foolish ideas, or at least what I thought -might be foolish. We were shown into a drawing-room. Mrs. Milligan, -Arthur, and Lise were there. Arthur held out his arms. I rushed over to -him, then I kissed Lise. Mrs. Milligan kissed me. - -"At last," she said, "the day has come when you can take the place that -belongs to you." - -I looked to her to ask her to explain. She went over to a door and -opened it. Then came the grand surprise! Mother Barberin entered. In her -arms she carried some baby's clothes, a white cashmere pelisse, a lace -bonnet, some woolen shoes. She had only time to put these things on the -table before I was hugging her. While I fondled her, Mrs. Milligan gave -an order to the servant. I heard only the name of Milligan, but I looked -up quickly. I know that I turned pale. - -"You have nothing to fear," said Mrs. Milligan gently; "come over here -and place your hand in mine." - -James Milligan came into the room, smiling and showing his white pointed -teeth. When he saw me, the smile turned to a horrible grimace. Mrs. -Milligan did not give him time to speak. - -"I asked for you to come here," she said, her voice shaking, "to -introduce you to my eldest son, whom I have at last found"; she pressed -my hand. "But you have met him already; you saw him at the home of the -man who stole him, when you went there to inquire after his health." - -"What does this mean?" demanded Milligan. - -"That the man who is serving a sentence for robbing a church has made a -full confession. He has stated how he stole my baby and took it to Paris -and left it there. Here are the clothes that my child wore. It was this -good woman who brought up my son. Do you wish to read this confession. -Do you wish to examine these clothes?" - -James Milligan looked at us as though he would liked to have strangled -us, then he turned on his heels. At the threshold he turned round and -said: "We'll see what the courts will think of this boy's story." - -My mother, I may call her so now, replied quietly: "_You_ may take the -matter to the courts; I have not done so because you are my husband's -brother." - -The door closed. Then, for the first time in my life, I kissed my mother -as she kissed me. - -"Will you tell your mother that I kept the secret?" said Mattia, coming -up to us. - -"You knew all, then?" - -"I told Mattia not to speak of all this to you," said my mother, "for -though I did believe that you were my son, I had to have certain proofs, -and get Madame Barberin here with the clothes. How unhappy we should -have been if, after all, we had made a mistake. We have these proofs and -we shall never be parted again. You will live with your mother and -brother?" Then, pointing to Mattia and Lise, "and," she added, "with -those whom you loved when you were poor." - - - - -CHAPTER XXXIII - -THE DREAM COME TRUE - - -Years have passed. I now live in the home of my ancestors, Milligan -Park. The miserable little wanderer who slept so often in a stable was -heir to an old historical castle. It is a beautiful old place about -twenty miles west of the spot where I jumped from the train to escape -from the police. I live here with my mother, my brother and my wife. - -We are going to baptize our first child, little Mattia. To-night all -those who were my friends in my poorer days will meet under my roof to -celebrate the event and I am going to offer to each one as a little -token a copy of my "Memoirs," which for the last six months I have been -writing and which to-day I have received from the bookbinder. - -This reunion of all our friends is a surprise for my wife; she will see -her father, her sister, her brothers, her aunt. Only my mother and -brother are in the secret. One will be missing from this feast. Alas! -poor master! poor Vitalis! I could not do much for you in life, but at -my request, my mother has had erected a marble tomb and placed your -bust, the bust of Carlo Balzini, upon the tomb. A copy of this bust is -before me now as I write, and often while penning my "Memoirs," I have -looked up and my eyes have caught yours. I have not forgotten you; I -shall never forget you, dear master, dear Vitalis. - -Here comes my mother leaning on my brother's arm, for it is now the son -who supports the mother, for Arthur has grown big and strong. A few -steps behind my mother comes an old woman dressed like a French peasant -and carrying in her arms a little baby robed in a white pelisse. It is -dear Mother Barberin, the little baby is my son Mattia. - -Arthur brings me a copy of the _Times_ and points to a correspondence -from Vienna which states that Mattia, the great musician, has completed -his series of concerts, and that, in spite of his tremendous success in -Vienna, he is returning to England to keep an engagement which cannot be -broken. I did not need to read the article for, although all the world -now calls Mattia the Chopin of the violin, I have watched him develop -and grow. When we were all three working together under the direction of -our tutors, Mattia made little progress in Latin and Greek, but quickly -outstripped his professors in music. Espinassous, the barber-musician of -Mendes, had been right. - -A footman brings me a telegram: - - - "Sea very rough! Alas! Have been very ill, but managed to stop on - my way at Paris for Christina. Shall be with you at 4 o'clock. Send - carriage to meet us. MATTIA." - - -Mentioning Christina, I glanced at Arthur, but he turned away his eyes. -I knew that Arthur loved Mattia's little sister, and I knew that in -time, although not just yet, my mother would become reconciled to the -match. Birth was not everything. She had not opposed my marriage, and -later, when she saw that it was for Arthur's happiness, she would not -oppose his. - -Lise comes down the gallery, my beautiful wife. She passes her arm round -my mother's neck. - -"Mother dear," she said, "there is some secret afoot and I believe that -you are in the plot. I know if it is a surprise and you are in it, it is -something for our happiness, but I am none the less curious." - -"Come, Lise, you shall have the surprise now," I said, as I heard the -sound of carriage wheels on the gravel outside. - -One by one our guests arrive and Lise and I stand in the hall to welcome -them. There is Mr. Acquin, Aunt Catherine and Etiennette, and a bronze -young man who has just returned from a botanical expedition and is now -the famous botanist--Benjamin Acquin. Then comes a young man and an old -man. This journey is doubly interesting to them for when they leave us -they are going to Wales to visit the mines. The young one is to make -observations which he will carry back to his own country to strengthen -the high position which he now holds in the Truyère mine, and the other -to add to the fine collection of minerals which the town of Varses -has honored him by accepting. It is the old professor and Alexix. -Lise and I greet our guests, the landau dashes up from the opposite -direction with Arthur, Christina and Mattia. Following in its wake is a -dog cart driven by a smart looking man, beside whom is seated a rugged -sailor. The gentleman holding the reins is Bob, now very prosperous, and -the man by his side is his brother, who helped me to escape from -England. - -[Illustration: "LET US NOW PLAY FOR THOSE WE LOVE."] - -When the baptismal feast is over, Mattia draws me aside to the window. - -"We have often playful to indifferent people," he said; "let us now, on -this memorable occasion, play for those we love?" - -"To you there is no pleasure without music, eh, Mattia, old boy," I -said, laughing; "do you remember how you scared our cow?" - -Mattia grinned. - -From a beautiful box, lined with velvet, he drew out an old violin which -would not have brought two francs if he had wished to sell it. I took -from its coverings a harp, the wood of which had been washed so often by -the rain, that it was now restored to its original color. - -"Will you sing your Neapolitan song?" asked Mattia. - -"Yes, for it was that which gave Lise back her speech," I said, smiling -at my wife who stood beside me. - -Our guests drew round us in a circle. A dog suddenly came forward. Good -old Capi, he is very old and deaf but he still has good eyesight. From -the cushion which he occupies he has recognized the harp and up he -comes, limping, for "the Performance." In his jaws he holds a saucer; he -wants to make the rounds of the "distinguished audience." He tries to -walk on his two hind paws, but strength fails him, so he sits down -gravely and with his paw on his heart he bows to the society. - -Our song ended, Capi gets up as best he can and "makes the round." Each -one drops something into the saucer and Capi delightedly brings it to -me. It is the best collection he has ever made. There are only gold and -silver coins--170 francs. - -I kiss him on his cold nose as in other days, and the thought of the -miseries of my childhood gives me an idea. I tell my guests that this -sum shall be the first subscription to found a Home for little street -musicians. My mother and I will donate the rest. - -"Dear Madam," said Mattia, bending over my mother's hand, "let me have a -little share in this good work. The proceeds of my first concert in -London will be added to Capi's collection." - -And Capi barked approval. - - -THE END - - - - - -End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Nobody's Boy, by Hector Malot - -*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK NOBODY'S BOY *** - -***** This file should be named 25102-8.txt or 25102-8.zip ***** -This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: - http://www.gutenberg.org/2/5/1/0/25102/ - -Produced by Free Elf, Martin Pettit and the Online -Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net - - -Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions -will be renamed. - -Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no -one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation -(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without -permission and without paying copyright royalties. Special rules, -set forth in the General Terms of Use part of this license, apply to -copying and distributing Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works to -protect the PROJECT GUTENBERG-tm concept and trademark. Project -Gutenberg is a registered trademark, and may not be used if you -charge for the eBooks, unless you receive specific permission. If you -do not charge anything for copies of this eBook, complying with the -rules is very easy. You may use this eBook for nearly any purpose -such as creation of derivative works, reports, performances and -research. They may be modified and printed and given away--you may do -practically ANYTHING with public domain eBooks. Redistribution is -subject to the trademark license, especially commercial -redistribution. - - - -*** START: FULL LICENSE *** - -THE FULL PROJECT GUTENBERG LICENSE -PLEASE READ THIS BEFORE YOU DISTRIBUTE OR USE THIS WORK - -To protect the Project Gutenberg-tm mission of promoting the free -distribution of electronic works, by using or distributing this work -(or any other work associated in any way with the phrase "Project -Gutenberg"), you agree to comply with all the terms of the Full Project -Gutenberg-tm License (available with this file or online at -http://gutenberg.org/license). - - -Section 1. General Terms of Use and Redistributing Project Gutenberg-tm -electronic works - -1.A. By reading or using any part of this Project Gutenberg-tm -electronic work, you indicate that you have read, understand, agree to -and accept all the terms of this license and intellectual property -(trademark/copyright) agreement. If you do not agree to abide by all -the terms of this agreement, you must cease using and return or destroy -all copies of Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works in your possession. -If you paid a fee for obtaining a copy of or access to a Project -Gutenberg-tm electronic work and you do not agree to be bound by the -terms of this agreement, you may obtain a refund from the person or -entity to whom you paid the fee as set forth in paragraph 1.E.8. - -1.B. "Project Gutenberg" is a registered trademark. It may only be -used on or associated in any way with an electronic work by people who -agree to be bound by the terms of this agreement. There are a few -things that you can do with most Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works -even without complying with the full terms of this agreement. See -paragraph 1.C below. There are a lot of things you can do with Project -Gutenberg-tm electronic works if you follow the terms of this agreement -and help preserve free future access to Project Gutenberg-tm electronic -works. See paragraph 1.E below. - -1.C. The Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation ("the Foundation" -or PGLAF), owns a compilation copyright in the collection of Project -Gutenberg-tm electronic works. Nearly all the individual works in the -collection are in the public domain in the United States. If an -individual work is in the public domain in the United States and you are -located in the United States, we do not claim a right to prevent you from -copying, distributing, performing, displaying or creating derivative -works based on the work as long as all references to Project Gutenberg -are removed. Of course, we hope that you will support the Project -Gutenberg-tm mission of promoting free access to electronic works by -freely sharing Project Gutenberg-tm works in compliance with the terms of -this agreement for keeping the Project Gutenberg-tm name associated with -the work. You can easily comply with the terms of this agreement by -keeping this work in the same format with its attached full Project -Gutenberg-tm License when you share it without charge with others. - -1.D. The copyright laws of the place where you are located also govern -what you can do with this work. Copyright laws in most countries are in -a constant state of change. If you are outside the United States, check -the laws of your country in addition to the terms of this agreement -before downloading, copying, displaying, performing, distributing or -creating derivative works based on this work or any other Project -Gutenberg-tm work. The Foundation makes no representations concerning -the copyright status of any work in any country outside the United -States. - -1.E. Unless you have removed all references to Project Gutenberg: - -1.E.1. The following sentence, with active links to, or other immediate -access to, the full Project Gutenberg-tm License must appear prominently -whenever any copy of a Project Gutenberg-tm work (any work on which the -phrase "Project Gutenberg" appears, or with which the phrase "Project -Gutenberg" is associated) is accessed, displayed, performed, viewed, -copied or distributed: - -This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with -almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or -re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included -with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org - -1.E.2. If an individual Project Gutenberg-tm electronic work is derived -from the public domain (does not contain a notice indicating that it is -posted with permission of the copyright holder), the work can be copied -and distributed to anyone in the United States without paying any fees -or charges. If you are redistributing or providing access to a work -with the phrase "Project Gutenberg" associated with or appearing on the -work, you must comply either with the requirements of paragraphs 1.E.1 -through 1.E.7 or obtain permission for the use of the work and the -Project Gutenberg-tm trademark as set forth in paragraphs 1.E.8 or -1.E.9. - -1.E.3. If an individual Project Gutenberg-tm electronic work is posted -with the permission of the copyright holder, your use and distribution -must comply with both paragraphs 1.E.1 through 1.E.7 and any additional -terms imposed by the copyright holder. Additional terms will be linked -to the Project Gutenberg-tm License for all works posted with the -permission of the copyright holder found at the beginning of this work. - -1.E.4. Do not unlink or detach or remove the full Project Gutenberg-tm -License terms from this work, or any files containing a part of this -work or any other work associated with Project Gutenberg-tm. - -1.E.5. Do not copy, display, perform, distribute or redistribute this -electronic work, or any part of this electronic work, without -prominently displaying the sentence set forth in paragraph 1.E.1 with -active links or immediate access to the full terms of the Project -Gutenberg-tm License. - -1.E.6. You may convert to and distribute this work in any binary, -compressed, marked up, nonproprietary or proprietary form, including any -word processing or hypertext form. However, if you provide access to or -distribute copies of a Project Gutenberg-tm work in a format other than -"Plain Vanilla ASCII" or other format used in the official version -posted on the official Project Gutenberg-tm web site (www.gutenberg.org), -you must, at no additional cost, fee or expense to the user, provide a -copy, a means of exporting a copy, or a means of obtaining a copy upon -request, of the work in its original "Plain Vanilla ASCII" or other -form. Any alternate format must include the full Project Gutenberg-tm -License as specified in paragraph 1.E.1. - -1.E.7. Do not charge a fee for access to, viewing, displaying, -performing, copying or distributing any Project Gutenberg-tm works -unless you comply with paragraph 1.E.8 or 1.E.9. - -1.E.8. You may charge a reasonable fee for copies of or providing -access to or distributing Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works provided -that - -- You pay a royalty fee of 20% of the gross profits you derive from - the use of Project Gutenberg-tm works calculated using the method - you already use to calculate your applicable taxes. The fee is - owed to the owner of the Project Gutenberg-tm trademark, but he - has agreed to donate royalties under this paragraph to the - Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation. Royalty payments - must be paid within 60 days following each date on which you - prepare (or are legally required to prepare) your periodic tax - returns. Royalty payments should be clearly marked as such and - sent to the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation at the - address specified in Section 4, "Information about donations to - the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation." - -- You provide a full refund of any money paid by a user who notifies - you in writing (or by e-mail) within 30 days of receipt that s/he - does not agree to the terms of the full Project Gutenberg-tm - License. You must require such a user to return or - destroy all copies of the works possessed in a physical medium - and discontinue all use of and all access to other copies of - Project Gutenberg-tm works. - -- You provide, in accordance with paragraph 1.F.3, a full refund of any - money paid for a work or a replacement copy, if a defect in the - electronic work is discovered and reported to you within 90 days - of receipt of the work. - -- You comply with all other terms of this agreement for free - distribution of Project Gutenberg-tm works. - -1.E.9. If you wish to charge a fee or distribute a Project Gutenberg-tm -electronic work or group of works on different terms than are set -forth in this agreement, you must obtain permission in writing from -both the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation and Michael -Hart, the owner of the Project Gutenberg-tm trademark. Contact the -Foundation as set forth in Section 3 below. - -1.F. - -1.F.1. Project Gutenberg volunteers and employees expend considerable -effort to identify, do copyright research on, transcribe and proofread -public domain works in creating the Project Gutenberg-tm -collection. Despite these efforts, Project Gutenberg-tm electronic -works, and the medium on which they may be stored, may contain -"Defects," such as, but not limited to, incomplete, inaccurate or -corrupt data, transcription errors, a copyright or other intellectual -property infringement, a defective or damaged disk or other medium, a -computer virus, or computer codes that damage or cannot be read by -your equipment. - -1.F.2. LIMITED WARRANTY, DISCLAIMER OF DAMAGES - Except for the "Right -of Replacement or Refund" described in paragraph 1.F.3, the Project -Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation, the owner of the Project -Gutenberg-tm trademark, and any other party distributing a Project -Gutenberg-tm electronic work under this agreement, disclaim all -liability to you for damages, costs and expenses, including legal -fees. YOU AGREE THAT YOU HAVE NO REMEDIES FOR NEGLIGENCE, STRICT -LIABILITY, BREACH OF WARRANTY OR BREACH OF CONTRACT EXCEPT THOSE -PROVIDED IN PARAGRAPH F3. YOU AGREE THAT THE FOUNDATION, THE -TRADEMARK OWNER, AND ANY DISTRIBUTOR UNDER THIS AGREEMENT WILL NOT BE -LIABLE TO YOU FOR ACTUAL, DIRECT, INDIRECT, CONSEQUENTIAL, PUNITIVE OR -INCIDENTAL DAMAGES EVEN IF YOU GIVE NOTICE OF THE POSSIBILITY OF SUCH -DAMAGE. - -1.F.3. LIMITED RIGHT OF REPLACEMENT OR REFUND - If you discover a -defect in this electronic work within 90 days of receiving it, you can -receive a refund of the money (if any) you paid for it by sending a -written explanation to the person you received the work from. If you -received the work on a physical medium, you must return the medium with -your written explanation. The person or entity that provided you with -the defective work may elect to provide a replacement copy in lieu of a -refund. If you received the work electronically, the person or entity -providing it to you may choose to give you a second opportunity to -receive the work electronically in lieu of a refund. If the second copy -is also defective, you may demand a refund in writing without further -opportunities to fix the problem. - -1.F.4. Except for the limited right of replacement or refund set forth -in paragraph 1.F.3, this work is provided to you 'AS-IS' WITH NO OTHER -WARRANTIES OF ANY KIND, EXPRESS OR IMPLIED, INCLUDING BUT NOT LIMITED TO -WARRANTIES OF MERCHANTIBILITY OR FITNESS FOR ANY PURPOSE. - -1.F.5. Some states do not allow disclaimers of certain implied -warranties or the exclusion or limitation of certain types of damages. -If any disclaimer or limitation set forth in this agreement violates the -law of the state applicable to this agreement, the agreement shall be -interpreted to make the maximum disclaimer or limitation permitted by -the applicable state law. The invalidity or unenforceability of any -provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions. - -1.F.6. INDEMNITY - You agree to indemnify and hold the Foundation, the -trademark owner, any agent or employee of the Foundation, anyone -providing copies of Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works in accordance -with this agreement, and any volunteers associated with the production, -promotion and distribution of Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works, -harmless from all liability, costs and expenses, including legal fees, -that arise directly or indirectly from any of the following which you do -or cause to occur: (a) distribution of this or any Project Gutenberg-tm -work, (b) alteration, modification, or additions or deletions to any -Project Gutenberg-tm work, and (c) any Defect you cause. - - -Section 2. Information about the Mission of Project Gutenberg-tm - -Project Gutenberg-tm is synonymous with the free distribution of -electronic works in formats readable by the widest variety of computers -including obsolete, old, middle-aged and new computers. It exists -because of the efforts of hundreds of volunteers and donations from -people in all walks of life. - -Volunteers and financial support to provide volunteers with the -assistance they need, is critical to reaching Project Gutenberg-tm's -goals and ensuring that the Project Gutenberg-tm collection will -remain freely available for generations to come. In 2001, the Project -Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation was created to provide a secure -and permanent future for Project Gutenberg-tm and future generations. -To learn more about the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation -and how your efforts and donations can help, see Sections 3 and 4 -and the Foundation web page at http://www.pglaf.org. - - -Section 3. Information about the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive -Foundation - -The Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation is a non profit -501(c)(3) educational corporation organized under the laws of the -state of Mississippi and granted tax exempt status by the Internal -Revenue Service. The Foundation's EIN or federal tax identification -number is 64-6221541. Its 501(c)(3) letter is posted at -http://pglaf.org/fundraising. Contributions to the Project Gutenberg -Literary Archive Foundation are tax deductible to the full extent -permitted by U.S. federal laws and your state's laws. - -The Foundation's principal office is located at 4557 Melan Dr. S. -Fairbanks, AK, 99712., but its volunteers and employees are scattered -throughout numerous locations. Its business office is located at -809 North 1500 West, Salt Lake City, UT 84116, (801) 596-1887, email -business@pglaf.org. Email contact links and up to date contact -information can be found at the Foundation's web site and official -page at http://pglaf.org - -For additional contact information: - Dr. Gregory B. Newby - Chief Executive and Director - gbnewby@pglaf.org - - -Section 4. Information about Donations to the Project Gutenberg -Literary Archive Foundation - -Project Gutenberg-tm depends upon and cannot survive without wide -spread public support and donations to carry out its mission of -increasing the number of public domain and licensed works that can be -freely distributed in machine readable form accessible by the widest -array of equipment including outdated equipment. Many small donations -($1 to $5,000) are particularly important to maintaining tax exempt -status with the IRS. - -The Foundation is committed to complying with the laws regulating -charities and charitable donations in all 50 states of the United -States. Compliance requirements are not uniform and it takes a -considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up -with these requirements. We do not solicit donations in locations -where we have not received written confirmation of compliance. To -SEND DONATIONS or determine the status of compliance for any -particular state visit http://pglaf.org - -While we cannot and do not solicit contributions from states where we -have not met the solicitation requirements, we know of no prohibition -against accepting unsolicited donations from donors in such states who -approach us with offers to donate. - -International donations are gratefully accepted, but we cannot make -any statements concerning tax treatment of donations received from -outside the United States. U.S. laws alone swamp our small staff. - -Please check the Project Gutenberg Web pages for current donation -methods and addresses. Donations are accepted in a number of other -ways including checks, online payments and credit card donations. -To donate, please visit: http://pglaf.org/donate - - -Section 5. General Information About Project Gutenberg-tm electronic -works. - -Professor Michael S. Hart is the originator of the Project Gutenberg-tm -concept of a library of electronic works that could be freely shared -with anyone. For thirty years, he produced and distributed Project -Gutenberg-tm eBooks with only a loose network of volunteer support. - - -Project Gutenberg-tm eBooks are often created from several printed -editions, all of which are confirmed as Public Domain in the U.S. -unless a copyright notice is included. Thus, we do not necessarily -keep eBooks in compliance with any particular paper edition. - - -Most people start at our Web site which has the main PG search facility: - - http://www.gutenberg.org - -This Web site includes information about Project Gutenberg-tm, -including how to make donations to the Project Gutenberg Literary -Archive Foundation, how to help produce our new eBooks, and how to -subscribe to our email newsletter to hear about new eBooks. diff --git a/25102-8.zip b/25102-8.zip Binary files differdeleted file mode 100644 index 17ad135..0000000 --- a/25102-8.zip +++ /dev/null diff --git a/25102-h.zip b/25102-h.zip Binary files differdeleted file mode 100644 index f7fa176..0000000 --- a/25102-h.zip +++ /dev/null diff --git a/25102-h/25102-h.htm b/25102-h/25102-h.htm index 1a49ce1..55a48db 100644 --- a/25102-h/25102-h.htm +++ b/25102-h/25102-h.htm @@ -1,15 +1,11 @@ -<!DOCTYPE html PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD XHTML 1.0 Strict//EN" - "http://www.w3.org/TR/xhtml1/DTD/xhtml1-strict.dtd"> - -<html xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"> +<!DOCTYPE html> +<html lang="en"> <head> - <meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=iso-8859-1" /> - <title> - The Project Gutenberg eBook of Nobody's Boy, by Hector Malot. - </title> - <style type="text/css"> -/*<![CDATA[ XML blockout */ -<!-- + <meta charset="utf-8"> + + <title>Nobody's Boy | Project Gutenberg</title> + <link rel="icon" href="images/scan0001.jpg" type="image/x-cover"> + <style> p { margin-top: .75em; text-align: justify; margin-bottom: .75em; @@ -55,71 +51,26 @@ div.index ul { list-style: none; } div.index ul li span.mono {font-family: monospace;} - - // --> - /* XML end ]]>*/ </style> </head> <body> +<div style='text-align:center'>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 25102 ***</div> +<div class="center"><img src="images/scan0001.jpg" alt="" style="width: 513px; height: 700px"></div> -<pre> - -The Project Gutenberg EBook of Nobody's Boy, by Hector Malot - -This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with -almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or -re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included -with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org - - -Title: Nobody's Boy - Sans Famille - -Author: Hector Malot - -Illustrator: John B. Gruelle - -Translator: Florence Crewe-Jones - -Release Date: April 19, 2008 [EBook #25102] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK NOBODY'S BOY *** +<hr > +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_iii">[Pg iii]</a></span></p> +<div class="center"><img src="images/scan0010.jpg" alt="NOBODY'S BOY (Sans Famille) BY HECTOR MALOT TRANSLATED BY FLORENCE CREWE-JONES ILLUSTRATED IN COLOR BY JOHN B. GRUELLE NEW YORK MDCCCCXVI CUPPLES & LEON COMPANY" style="width: 413px; height: 700px"></div> +<hr > -Produced by Free Elf, Martin Pettit and the Online -Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net - - - - - - -</pre> - - -<div class="center"><img src="images/scan0001.jpg" width='513' height='700' alt="cover" /></div> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_iii" id="Page_iii">[Pg iii]</a></span></p> - -<div class="center"><img src="images/scan0010.jpg" width='413' height='700' alt="NOBODY'S BOY (Sans Famille) BY HECTOR MALOT TRANSLATED BY FLORENCE CREWE-JONES ILLUSTRATED IN COLOR BY - JOHN B. GRUELLE NEW YORK MDCCCCXVI CUPPLES & LEON COMPANY" /></div> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_iv" id="Page_iv">[Pg iv]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_iv">[Pg iv]</a></span></p> <p class="tbrk"> </p> -<p class="center"><i>Copyright, 1916, by</i><br />CUPPLES & LEON COMPANY</p> +<p class="center"><i>Copyright, 1916, by</i><br >CUPPLES & LEON COMPANY</p> <p class="tbrk"> </p> @@ -127,15 +78,15 @@ Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net <p class="tbrk"> </p> -<hr /> +<hr > -<div class="center"><a name="scan0396.jpg" id="scan0396.jpg"></a><img src="images/scan0396.jpg" width='474' height='700' alt="THE FIRST APPEARANCE OF REMI'S COMPANY. (See page 230) Frontispiece" /></div> +<div class="center"><a id="scan0396.jpg"></a><img src="images/scan0396.jpg" alt="THE FIRST APPEARANCE OF REMI'S COMPANY. (See page 230) Frontispiece" style="width: 474px; height: 700px"></div> -<h4>"THE FIRST APPEARANCE OF REMI'S COMPANY."<br />(<i>See page <a href="#Page_230">230</a></i>) <i>Frontispiece</i></h4> +<h4>"THE FIRST APPEARANCE OF REMI'S COMPANY."<br >(<i>See page <a href="#Page_230">230</a></i>) <i>Frontispiece</i></h4> -<hr /> +<hr > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_v" id="Page_v">[Pg v]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_v">[Pg v]</a></span></p> <h2>CONTENTS</h2> @@ -170,7 +121,7 @@ Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net <li><span class="mono"> <a href="#CHAPTER_XXV">XXV.</a></span> <span class="smcap">Mother, Brothers and Sisters</span></li> <li><span class="mono"> <a href="#CHAPTER_XXVI">XXVI.</a></span> <span class="smcap">Bitter Disappointment</span></li> <li><span class="mono"> <a href="#CHAPTER_XXVII">XXVII.</a></span> <span class="smcap">A Distressing Discovery</span></li> -<li><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_vi" id="Page_vi">[Pg vi]</a></span><span class="mono"> <a href="#CHAPTER_XXVIII">XXVIII.</a></span> <span class="smcap">A Mysterious Stranger</span></li> +<li><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_vi">[Pg vi]</a></span><span class="mono"> <a href="#CHAPTER_XXVIII">XXVIII.</a></span> <span class="smcap">A Mysterious Stranger</span></li> <li><span class="mono"> <a href="#CHAPTER_XXIX">XXIX.</a></span> <span class="smcap">In Prison</span></li> <li><span class="mono"> <a href="#CHAPTER_XXX">XXX.</a></span> <span class="smcap">Escape</span></li> <li><span class="mono"> <a href="#CHAPTER_XXXI">XXXI.</a></span> <span class="smcap">Hunting for the Swan</span></li> @@ -179,9 +130,9 @@ Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net </ul> </div> -<hr /> +<hr > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_vii" id="Page_vii">[Pg vii]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_vii">[Pg vii]</a></span></p> <h2>LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS</h2> @@ -194,13 +145,13 @@ Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net </ul> </div> -<hr /> +<hr > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_ix" id="Page_ix">[Pg ix]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_ix">[Pg ix]</a></span></p> -<h2><a name="INTRODUCTION" id="INTRODUCTION"></a>INTRODUCTION</h2> +<h2><a id="INTRODUCTION"></a>INTRODUCTION</h2> -<hr class="smler" /> +<hr class="smler" > <p>"Nobody's Boy," published in France under the title "Sans Famille," has become justly famous as one of the supreme juvenile stories of the @@ -224,13 +175,13 @@ and the heart interest is eloquent with noble character.</p> <p class="right"><span class="smcap">The Publishers.</span></p> -<hr /> +<hr > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[Pg 1]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_1">[Pg 1]</a></span></p> <h1>NOBODY'S BOY</h1> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_I" id="CHAPTER_I"></a>CHAPTER I</h2> +<h2><a id="CHAPTER_I"></a>CHAPTER I</h2> <h3>MY VILLAGE HOME</h3> @@ -250,7 +201,7 @@ praise me when I was in the right. By these and many other things, by the way she spoke to me and looked at me, and the gentle way she scolded me, I believed that she was my mother.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[Pg 2]</a></span></p><p>My village, or, to be more exact, the village where I was brought up, +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_2">[Pg 2]</a></span></p><p>My village, or, to be more exact, the village where I was brought up, for I did not have a village of my own, no birthplace, any more than I had a father or mother—the village where I spent my childhood was called Chavanon; it is one of the poorest in France. Only sections of @@ -277,7 +228,7 @@ not on good terms with his wife. He stayed in Paris because his work kept him there. When he was old he would come back and live with his wife on the money that he had saved.</p> -<p>One November evening a man stopped at our<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[Pg 3]</a></span> gate. I was standing on the +<p>One November evening a man stopped at our<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_3">[Pg 3]</a></span> gate. I was standing on the doorstep breaking sticks. He looked over the top bar of the gate and called to me to know if Mother Barberin lived there. I shouted yes and told him to come in. He pushed open the old gate and came slowly up to @@ -304,7 +255,7 @@ Wouldn't he stay?</p> <p>Yes, he would. He sat down by the corner of the fire and while eating his supper told us how the accident had occurred. Barberin had been -terribly hurt by a falling scaffold, and as he had<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[Pg 4]</a></span> had no business to +terribly hurt by a falling scaffold, and as he had<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_4">[Pg 4]</a></span> had no business to be in that particular spot, the builder had refused to pay an indemnity.</p> <p>"Poor Barberin," said the man as he dried the legs of his trousers, @@ -334,7 +285,7 @@ accident.</p> <p>Days and weeks passed, and from time to time letters came asking for more money. The last, more insistent than the previous ones, said that -if<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[Pg 5]</a></span> there was no more money the cow must be sold to procure the sum.</p> +if<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_5">[Pg 5]</a></span> there was no more money the cow must be sold to procure the sum.</p> <p>Only those who have lived in the country with the peasants know what distress there is in these three words, "Sell the cow." As long as they @@ -357,7 +308,7 @@ suit him at all, he could never sell her again, she had no milk, she made bad butter,—he ended by saying that he would take her, but only out of kindness because Mother Barberin was an honest good woman.</p> -<p>Poor Rousette, as though she knew what was<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[Pg 6]</a></span> happening, refused to come +<p>Poor Rousette, as though she knew what was<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_6">[Pg 6]</a></span> happening, refused to come out of the barn and began to bellow.</p> <p>"Go in at the back of her and chase her out," the man said to me, @@ -387,7 +338,7 @@ midday she was emptying the flour into a big earthenware bowl.</p> <p>"Oh," I said, going up to her, "flour?"</p> -<p>"Why, yes," she said, smiling, "it's flour, my <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[Pg 7]</a></span>little Remi, beautiful +<p>"Why, yes," she said, smiling, "it's flour, my <span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_7">[Pg 7]</a></span>little Remi, beautiful flour. See what lovely flakes it makes."</p> <p>Just because I was so anxious to know what the flour was for I did not @@ -422,7 +373,7 @@ apples.</p> <p>While I cut the apples into slices, she broke the eggs into the flour and began to beat the mixture, adding a little milk from time to time. -When the paste was well beaten she placed the big <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[Pg 8]</a></span>earthenware bowl on +When the paste was well beaten she placed the big <span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_8">[Pg 8]</a></span>earthenware bowl on the warm cinders, for it was not until supper time that we were to have the pancakes and fritters. I must say frankly that it was a very long day, and more than once I lifted up the cloth that she had thrown over @@ -454,7 +405,7 @@ fizzing when I heard footsteps out in our yard.</p> <p>Whoever could be coming to disturb us at this hour? A neighbor perhaps to ask for some firewood. I couldn't think, for just at that moment -Mother Barberin put her big wooden spoon into the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[Pg 9]</a></span> bowl and was pouring +Mother Barberin put her big wooden spoon into the<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_9">[Pg 9]</a></span> bowl and was pouring a spoonful of the paste into the pan, and it was not the moment to let one's thoughts wander. Somebody knocked on the door with a stick, then it was flung open.</p> @@ -475,10 +426,10 @@ stopped in the doorway.</p> <p>"Here's your father."</p> -<hr /> +<hr > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[Pg 10]</a></span></p> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_II" id="CHAPTER_II"></a>CHAPTER II</h2> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_10">[Pg 10]</a></span></p> +<h2><a id="CHAPTER_II"></a>CHAPTER II</h2> <h3>MY ADOPTED FATHER</h3> @@ -510,7 +461,7 @@ covered the miles that I have."</p> <p>"There's some butter."</p> -<p>He looked up at the ceiling, at the spot where<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[Pg 11]</a></span> the bacon used to hang, +<p>He looked up at the ceiling, at the spot where<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_11">[Pg 11]</a></span> the bacon used to hang, but for a long time there had been nothing on the hook; only a few ropes of onions and garlic hung from the beam now.</p> @@ -541,7 +492,7 @@ pancakes.</p> catastrophe, but I was not thinking of the pancakes and fritters now. The thought that was uppermost in my mind was, that this man who seemed so cruel was my father! My father! Absently I said the word over and -over again to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[Pg 12]</a></span> myself. I had never thought much what a father would be. +over again to<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_12">[Pg 12]</a></span> myself. I had never thought much what a father would be. Vaguely, I had imagined him to be a sort of mother with a big voice, but in looking at this one who had fallen from heaven, I felt greatly worried and frightened. I had wanted to kiss him and he had pushed me @@ -575,7 +526,7 @@ waiting on her husband.</p> <p>"Well then, go to bed and go to sleep at once. If you don't I'll be angry."</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[Pg 13]</a></span></p><p>My mother gave me a look which told me to obey without answering. But +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_13">[Pg 13]</a></span></p><p>My mother gave me a look which told me to obey without answering. But there was no occasion for this warning. I had not thought of saying a word.</p> @@ -605,7 +556,7 @@ rang in my ears.</p> <p>"He's asleep," said Mother Barberin; "the moment he gets into bed he drops off. You can talk without being afraid that he'll hear."</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[Pg 14]</a></span></p><p>I ought, of course, to have told him that I was not asleep, but I did +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_14">[Pg 14]</a></span></p><p>I ought, of course, to have told him that I was not asleep, but I did not dare. I had been ordered to go to sleep, I was not yet asleep, so I was in the wrong.</p> @@ -638,7 +589,7 @@ fell ill."</p> <p>"But when he got better?"</p> <p>"Well, he didn't get better all at once. After that sickness another -came. He coughed so it would have made your heart bleed to hear him,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[Pg 15]</a></span> +came. He coughed so it would have made your heart bleed to hear him,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_15">[Pg 15]</a></span> poor little mite. Our little Nicolas died like that. It seemed to me that if I sent him to the Foundlings' Home he'd died also."</p> @@ -677,7 +628,7 @@ poor man's child. He's a delicate morsel, no arms, no legs."</p> <p>"He's the prettiest boy in the village!"</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[Pg 16]</a></span></p><p>"I don't say he ain't pretty. But sturdy, no! Do you think you can make +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_16">[Pg 16]</a></span></p><p>"I don't say he ain't pretty. But sturdy, no! Do you think you can make a working man out of a chit with shoulders like his? He's a city child and there's no place for city children here."</p> @@ -713,7 +664,7 @@ in bed and began to call to Mother Barberin.</p> <p>She ran over to my bed.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[Pg 17]</a></span></p><p>"Are you going to let me go to the Foundlings' Home?"</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_17">[Pg 17]</a></span></p><p>"Are you going to let me go to the Foundlings' Home?"</p> <p>"No, my little Remi, no."</p> @@ -742,7 +693,7 @@ going to work when he heard a baby cry, and he found you on a step. He looked about to call some one, and as he did so a man came out from behind a tree and ran away. You cried so loud that Jerome didn't like to put you back on the step again. While he was wondering what to do, some -more men came along, and they all decided that they'd<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[Pg 18]</a></span> take you to the +more men came along, and they all decided that they'd<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_18">[Pg 18]</a></span> take you to the police station. You wouldn't stop crying. Poor mite, you must have been cold. But then, when they got you warm at the station house, you still cried, so they thought you were hungry, and they got you some milk. My! @@ -768,7 +719,7 @@ heard why I didn't do as he told me?"</p> <p>"Oh, don't send me to the Home," I cried, clinging to her, "Mother Barberin, please, please, don't send me to the Home."</p> -<p>"No, dearie, no, you shan't go. I'll settle it.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</a></span> Jerome is not really +<p>"No, dearie, no, you shan't go. I'll settle it.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</a></span> Jerome is not really unkind, you'll see. He's had a lot of trouble and he is kind of worried about the future. We'll all work, you shall work, too."</p> @@ -794,17 +745,17 @@ them like boys chase a lost dog, for fun, and because a stray dog has no one to protect it. Oh, I did not want to be like those children. I did not want to have a number hung round my neck. I did not want them to call after me, "Hi, Workhouse Kid; Hi Foundling!" The very thought of it -made me<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[Pg 20]</a></span> feel cold and my teeth chatter. I could not go to sleep. And +made me<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_20">[Pg 20]</a></span> feel cold and my teeth chatter. I could not go to sleep. And Barberin was coming back soon!</p> <p>But fortunately he did not return until very late, and sleep came before he arrived.</p> -<hr /> +<hr > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</a></span></p> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_III" id="CHAPTER_III"></a>CHAPTER III</h2> +<h2><a id="CHAPTER_III"></a>CHAPTER III</h2> <h3>SIGNOR VITALIS' COMPANY</h3> @@ -826,7 +777,7 @@ Barberin never said a word to me the whole way. He walked along, limping. Now and again he turned 'round to see if I was following. Where was he taking me? I asked myself the question again and again. Despite the reassuring sign that Mother Barberin had made, I felt that something -was going to happen<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</a></span> to me and I wanted to run away. I tried to lag +was going to happen<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</a></span> to me and I wanted to run away. I tried to lag behind, thinking that I would jump down into a ditch where Barberin could not catch me.</p> @@ -851,7 +802,7 @@ like it before. Long ringlets fell to his shoulders and he wore a tall gray hat ornamented with green and red feathers. A sheepskin, the woolly side turned inside, was fastened round his body. There were no sleeves to the skin, but through two large holes, cut beneath the shoulders, his -arms were thrust, covered with<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</a></span> velvet sleeves which had once been blue +arms were thrust, covered with<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</a></span> velvet sleeves which had once been blue in color. Woolen gaiters reached up to his knees, and to hold them in place a ribbon was interlaced several times round his legs. He sat with his elbow resting on his crossed knees. I had never seen a living person @@ -879,7 +830,7 @@ foreign accent:</p> <p>"And you think the Home is going to pay you for his keep?"</p> -<p>"Lord! as he ain't got no parents and I've been<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</a></span> put to great expense +<p>"Lord! as he ain't got no parents and I've been<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</a></span> put to great expense for him, it is only right that the town should pay me something."</p> <p>"I don't say it isn't, but do you think that just because a thing is @@ -919,7 +870,7 @@ could not take my eyes off the old man.</p> <p>"You won't let this child eat any more of your bread unless somebody pays for it, that's it, isn't it?"</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[Pg 25]</a></span></p><p>"That's it ... because...."</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_25">[Pg 25]</a></span></p><p>"That's it ... because...."</p> <p>"Never mind the reason. That don't concern me. Now if you don't want him, just give him to me. I'll take charge of him."</p> @@ -959,7 +910,7 @@ legs, they're that solid! Have you ever seen straighter legs than his?"</p> <p>Barberin pulled up my pants.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[Pg 26]</a></span></p><p>"Too thin," said the old man.</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_26">[Pg 26]</a></span></p><p>"Too thin," said the old man.</p> <p>"And his arms?" continued Barberin.</p> @@ -993,7 +944,7 @@ francs a year for him."</p> <p>"That's a good sum, and I'll pay in advance."</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[Pg 27]</a></span></p><p>"But if I keep him the town will pay me more than ten francs a month."</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_27">[Pg 27]</a></span></p><p>"But if I keep him the town will pay me more than ten francs a month."</p> <p>"I know what you'd get from the town, and besides you've got to feed him."</p> @@ -1027,7 +978,7 @@ thought of that I wouldn't have taken him in the first place."</p> <p>Oh! the wicked man! How I did dislike Barberin!</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[Pg 28]</a></span></p><p>"Now, look here, it's because you think his parents won't show up now +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_28">[Pg 28]</a></span></p><p>"Now, look here, it's because you think his parents won't show up now that you're turning him out," said the old man. "Well, if by any chance they do appear, they'll go straight to you, not to me, for nobody knows me."</p> @@ -1062,7 +1013,7 @@ company."</p> <p>"I am Signor Vitalis, and I'll show you the company right here."</p> <p>With this he opened the sheepskin and took out a strange animal which he -held on his left arm, pressed against his chest. This was the animal<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[Pg 29]</a></span> +held on his left arm, pressed against his chest. This was the animal<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_29">[Pg 29]</a></span> that had several times raised the sheepskin, but it was not a little dog as I had thought. I found no name to give to this strange creature, which I saw for the first time. I looked at it in astonishment. It was @@ -1090,7 +1041,7 @@ to the society."</p> spaniel, "the next. Signor Capi will have the honor of introducing his friends to the esteemed company here present."</p> -<p>The spaniel, who up till this moment had not<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[Pg 30]</a></span> made a movement, jumped up +<p>The spaniel, who up till this moment had not<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_30">[Pg 30]</a></span> made a movement, jumped up quickly, and standing on his hind paws, crossed his fore paws on his chest and bowed to his master so low that his police helmet touched the ground. This polite duty accomplished, he turned to his companions, and @@ -1117,7 +1068,7 @@ brought up, and they must be spoken to with great politeness. Be good enough to tell this little boy who is looking at you with such big, round eyes what time it is."</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</a></span></p><p>Capi uncrossed his paws, went up to his master, drew aside the +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</a></span></p><p>Capi uncrossed his paws, went up to his master, drew aside the sheepskin, and after feeling in his vest pocket pulled out a large silver watch. He looked at the watch for a moment, then gave two distinct barks, then after these two decisive sharp barks, he uttered @@ -1144,7 +1095,7 @@ manner."</p> <p>"It takes a clever man to play the fool," said Vitalis, "the boy will be able to act the part with a few lessons. We'll test him at once. If he -has any intelligence he will understand that with me<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[Pg 32]</a></span> he will be able to +has any intelligence he will understand that with me<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_32">[Pg 32]</a></span> he will be able to see the country and other countries besides; but if he stays here all he can do is to drive a herd of cattle in the same fields from morning to night. If he hasn't any intelligence he'll cry and stamp his feet, and @@ -1172,7 +1123,7 @@ and was about to empty it. But Capi, who was a good watch dog, had seen the monkey's trick and like the faithful servant that he was, he had foiled him.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[Pg 33]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_33">[Pg 33]</a></span></p> <p>"Mr. Pretty-Heart," said Vitalis severely, "you are a glutton and a thief; go over there into the corner and turn your face to the wall, and @@ -1186,7 +1137,7 @@ corner, and the dog, proud and happy, held out his paw to his master.</p> <p>"Now," continued Vitalis, "back to business. I'll give you thirty francs for him then."</p> -<div class="center"><a name="scan0397.jpg" id="scan0397.jpg"></a><img src="images/scan0397.jpg" width='486' height='700' alt="I'LL GIVE YOU THIRTY FRANCS FOR HIM" /></div> +<div class="center"><a id="scan0397.jpg"></a><img src="images/scan0397.jpg" alt="I'LL GIVE YOU THIRTY FRANCS FOR HIM" style="width: 486px; height: 700px"></div> <h4>"I'LL GIVE YOU THIRTY FRANCS FOR HIM."</h4> @@ -1211,7 +1162,7 @@ He was alone. Had he come to fetch me to hand me over to Vitalis?</p> <p>Home! Then I was not to leave Mother Barberin?</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[Pg 34]</a></span></p><p>I wanted to ask questions, but I was afraid, because he seemed in a +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_34">[Pg 34]</a></span></p><p>I wanted to ask questions, but I was afraid, because he seemed in a very bad temper. We walked all the way home in silence. But just before we arrived home Barberin, who was walking ahead, stopped.</p> @@ -1219,11 +1170,11 @@ we arrived home Barberin, who was walking ahead, stopped.</p> single word of what you have heard to-day, you shall smart for it. Understand?"</p> -<hr /> +<hr > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[Pg 35]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_35">[Pg 35]</a></span></p> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_IV" id="CHAPTER_IV"></a>CHAPTER IV</h2> +<h2><a id="CHAPTER_IV"></a>CHAPTER IV</h2> <h3>THE MATERNAL HOUSE</h3> @@ -1253,7 +1204,7 @@ tell her the next day. But the next day when I got up, I did not see her. As I was running all round the house looking for her, Barberin saw me and asked me what I wanted.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[Pg 36]</a></span></p><p>"Mamma."</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_36">[Pg 36]</a></span></p><p>"Mamma."</p> <p>"She has gone to the village and won't be back till this afternoon."</p> @@ -1277,7 +1228,7 @@ spoke of it, which happened twenty times a day, it was "My garden."</p> and the wall flowers would soon be out. How would they bloom? I wondered, and that was why I came to see them every day. But there was another part of my garden that I studied with great anxiety. I had -planted a vegetable that some one had given to me and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[Pg 37]</a></span> which was almost +planted a vegetable that some one had given to me and<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_37">[Pg 37]</a></span> which was almost unknown in our village; it was Jerusalem artichokes. I was told they would be delicious, better than potatoes, for they had the taste of French artichokes, potatoes, and turnips combined. Having been told @@ -1301,7 +1252,7 @@ the earth where the artichokes were sown, when I heard Barberin calling me impatiently. I hurried back to the house. Imagine my surprise when I saw, standing before the fireplace, Vitalis and his dogs.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[Pg 38]</a></span></p><p>I knew at once what Barberin wanted of me. Vitalis had come to fetch me +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_38">[Pg 38]</a></span></p><p>I knew at once what Barberin wanted of me. Vitalis had come to fetch me and it was so that Mother Barberin should not stop me from going that Barberin had sent her to the village. Knowing full well that I could expect nothing from Barberin, I ran up to Vitalis.</p> @@ -1335,7 +1286,7 @@ Barberin with a sweep of his hand cleared up and thrust into his pocket.</p> <p>"Where's his bundle?" asked Vitalis.</p> -<p>"Here it is," said Barberin, handing him a blue<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</a></span> cotton handkerchief +<p>"Here it is," said Barberin, handing him a blue<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</a></span> cotton handkerchief tied up at the four corners. "There are two shirts and a pair of cotton pants."</p> @@ -1372,7 +1323,7 @@ was over.</p> arm and I walked side by side with him. Fortunately he did not walk fast. I think he suited his step to mine.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</a></span></p><p>We were walking up hill. As I turned I could still see Mother +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</a></span></p><p>We were walking up hill. As I turned I could still see Mother Barberin's house, but it was getting smaller and smaller. Many a time I had walked this road and I knew that for a little while longer I should still see the house, then when we turned the bend, I should see it no @@ -1397,7 +1348,7 @@ everything very clearly. On the rubbish heap I could see our big fat hen running about, but she did not look as big as usual; if I had not known that it was our hen, I should have taken her for a little pigeon. At the side of the house I could see the twisted pear tree that I used to ride -as a horse. In the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</a></span> stream I could just make out the drain that I had +as a horse. In the<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</a></span> stream I could just make out the drain that I had had so much trouble in digging, so that it would work a mill made by my own hands; the wheel, alas! had never turned, despite all the hours I had spent upon it. I could see my garden. Oh, my dear garden!...</p> @@ -1424,7 +1375,7 @@ That doesn't promise very good days for us."</p> <p>It <i>was</i> Mother Barberin. It was her bonnet. It was her blue skirt. She was walking quickly as though she was in a hurry to get home. When she got to our gate she pushed it open and went quickly up the garden path. -I jumped up at once and stood up on the bank, without giving a thought<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</a></span> +I jumped up at once and stood up on the bank, without giving a thought<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</a></span> to Capi, who sprang towards me. Mother Barberin did not stay long in the house. She came out and began running to and fro, in the yard, with her arms stretched out.</p> @@ -1457,11 +1408,11 @@ to me; Capi behind, Zerbino in front. After taking a few steps I turned round. We had passed the bend of the hill and I could no longer see the valley nor our house.</p> -<hr /> +<hr > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[Pg 43]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_43">[Pg 43]</a></span></p> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_V" id="CHAPTER_V"></a>CHAPTER V</h2> +<h2><a id="CHAPTER_V"></a>CHAPTER V</h2> <h3>EN ROUTE</h3> @@ -1486,7 +1437,7 @@ sent to the Home. And let me tell you, you must not try to run away, because if you do Capi and Zerbino would soon catch you."</p> <p>Run away—I no longer thought of doing so. Where should I go? This tall -old man perhaps<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[Pg 44]</a></span> would be a kind master after all. I had never walked so +old man perhaps<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_44">[Pg 44]</a></span> would be a kind master after all. I had never walked so far at a stretch. All around us were barren lands and hills, not beautiful like I had thought the world would be outside of my village.</p> @@ -1514,7 +1465,7 @@ big nails, too. And I'll buy you some velvet pants, and a vest and a hat. That'll make you dry your tears, I hope, and give you legs to do the next six miles."</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</a></span></p><p>Shoes with nails! I was overcome with pride. It was grand enough to +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</a></span></p><p>Shoes with nails! I was overcome with pride. It was grand enough to have shoes, but shoes with nails! I forgot my grief. Shoes with nails! Velvet pants! a vest! a hat! Oh, if Mother Barberin could see me, how happy she would be, how proud of me! But in spite of the promise that I @@ -1539,7 +1490,7 @@ worse for you than we are obliged. There is a village a little farther on and we'll sleep there."</p> <p>There was no inn in this village and no one wanted to take into their -homes an old beggar who<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</a></span> dragged along with him a child and three dogs, +homes an old beggar who<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</a></span> dragged along with him a child and three dogs, soaked to the skin.</p> <p>"No lodgings here," they said.</p> @@ -1570,7 +1521,7 @@ Vitalis had only said:</p> <p>I had thought no more of this theft, when I saw Vitalis cut the roll; Zerbino looked very dejected. Vitalis and I were sitting on a box with Pretty-Heart between us. The three dogs stood in a row before us, Capi -and Dulcie with their eyes fixed on<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</a></span> their master. Zerbino stood with +and Dulcie with their eyes fixed on<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</a></span> their master. Zerbino stood with drooping ears and tail between his legs.</p> <p>"The thief must leave the ranks and go into a corner," said Vitalis in a @@ -1599,7 +1550,7 @@ a vest you can put on. Then get underneath the hay and you'll soon get warm and go to sleep."</p> <p>But I did not get warm as quick as Vitalis thought; for a long time I -turned and turned on my bed of straw, too unhappy to sleep. Would<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[Pg 48]</a></span> all +turned and turned on my bed of straw, too unhappy to sleep. Would<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_48">[Pg 48]</a></span> all my days now be like this, walking in the pouring rain; sleeping in a loft, shaking with cold, and only a piece of dry bread for supper? No one to love me; no one to cuddle me; no Mother Barberin!</p> @@ -1616,11 +1567,11 @@ stifled cry, and then quickly put his paw in my hand and remained quite still. I forgot my fatigue and my sorrows. I was no longer alone. I had a friend.</p> -<hr /> +<hr > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[Pg 49]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_49">[Pg 49]</a></span></p> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_VI" id="CHAPTER_VI"></a>CHAPTER VI</h2> +<h2><a id="CHAPTER_VI"></a>CHAPTER VI</h2> <h3>MY DÉBUT</h3> @@ -1641,7 +1592,7 @@ old streets of Ussel. Suddenly my master turned into a shop behind the market. Hanging outside the front were some old guns, a coat trimmed with gold braid, several lamps, and some rusty keys. We went down three steps and found ourselves in a large room where the sun could never have -entered<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[Pg 50]</a></span> since the roof had been put on the house. How could such +entered<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_50">[Pg 50]</a></span> since the roof had been put on the house. How could such beautiful things as nailed shoes be sold in such a terrible place? Yet Vitalis knew, and soon I had the pleasure of being shod in nailed shoes which were ten times as heavy as my clogs. My master's generosity did @@ -1668,7 +1619,7 @@ Italy, like a French boy."</p> <p>"We are <i>artistes</i>, are we not? Well, we must not dress like the ordinary folk. If we went about dressed like the country people, do you -think anybody would look at us? Should we get a crowd<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[Pg 51]</a></span> around us when we +think anybody would look at us? Should we get a crowd<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_51">[Pg 51]</a></span> around us when we stop? No! Appearances count for a great deal in life."</p> <p>I was a French boy in the morning, and by night I had become an Italian. @@ -1693,7 +1644,7 @@ he would draw back the corners of his mouth, screw up his eyes, and work his jaws rapidly, while his black eyes seemed to dart flames.</p> <p>"Now you're ready," said Vitalis, as I placed my hat on my head, "and -we'll get to work, because<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[Pg 52]</a></span> to-morrow is market day and we must give a +we'll get to work, because<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_52">[Pg 52]</a></span> to-morrow is market day and we must give a performance. You must play in a comedy with the two dogs and Pretty-Heart."</p> @@ -1725,7 +1676,7 @@ your new master thinks that you're a fool."</p> to this gentleman to be his servant and you are told to set the table. Here is one like we shall use in the play; go and set it."</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[Pg 53]</a></span></p><p>On this table there were plates, a glass, a knife, a fork, and a white +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_53">[Pg 53]</a></span></p><p>On this table there were plates, a glass, a knife, a fork, and a white tablecloth. How could I arrange all those things? As I pondered over this question, leaning forward with hands stretched out and mouth open, not knowing where to begin, my master clapped his hands and laughed @@ -1756,7 +1707,7 @@ once did he swear.</p> made. "That is bad, Capi. I'll scold you, Pretty-Heart, if you don't pay attention."</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[Pg 54]</a></span></p><p>And that was all, but yet it was enough.</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_54">[Pg 54]</a></span></p><p>And that was all, but yet it was enough.</p> <p>"Take the dogs for an example," he said, while teaching me; "compare them with Pretty-Heart. Pretty-Heart has, perhaps, vivacity and @@ -1784,7 +1735,7 @@ animals, and think that they can only be made to obey by having a stick held over their heads. A great mistake. One gains very little by being cruel, but one can obtain a lot, if not all, by gentleness. It is because I am never unkind to my animals that they are what they are. If -I had beaten them they<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[Pg 55]</a></span> would be frightened creatures; fear paralyzes +I had beaten them they<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_55">[Pg 55]</a></span> would be frightened creatures; fear paralyzes the intelligence. Besides, if I gave way to temper I should not be what I am; I could not have acquired this patience which has won their confidence. That shows that who instructs others, instructs himself. As @@ -1809,7 +1760,7 @@ when at last I dropped off to sleep, I could see in my dreams a crowd of people holding their sides with laughter because I was such a fool.</p> <p>I was even more nervous the next day, when we marched off in a -procession to the market place,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[Pg 56]</a></span> where we were to give our performance. +procession to the market place,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_56">[Pg 56]</a></span> where we were to give our performance. Vitalis led the way. Holding his head high and with chest thrown out, he kept time with his arms and feet while gayly playing his fife. Behind him came Capi, carrying Pretty-Heart on his back, wearing the uniform of @@ -1832,7 +1783,7 @@ sometimes sentimental airs.</p> <p>The tricks over, Capi took a metal cup between his teeth and began to go the round of the "distinguished audience." When a spectator failed to drop a coin in, he put his two fore paws upon the reluctant giver's -pocket, barked three times, then<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[Pg 57]</a></span> tapped the pocket with his paw. At +pocket, barked three times, then<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_57">[Pg 57]</a></span> tapped the pocket with his paw. At this every one laughed and shouted with delight.</p> <p>"If that ain't a cunning spaniel! He knows who's got money and who @@ -1864,7 +1815,7 @@ listen, and be ready to applaud."</p> naturally it had to be for the very good reason that two of its principals, Pretty-Heart and Capi, could not speak, and the third, myself, was incapable of uttering two words. However, so that the -audience would clearly <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[Pg 58]</a></span>understand the play, Vitalis explained the +audience would clearly <span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_58">[Pg 58]</a></span>understand the play, Vitalis explained the various situations, as the piece progressed. For instance, striking up a warlike air, he announced the entrance of General Pretty-Heart, who had won his high rank in various battles in India. Up to that day General @@ -1887,7 +1838,7 @@ shrugging his shoulders. His expression was so comical that every one burst out laughing. They quite understood that the monkey thought I was a fool. The spectators thought that also. The piece was made to show how dense was my stupidity, while every opportunity was afforded the monkey -to show his<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[Pg 59]</a></span> sagacity and intelligence. After having examined me +to show his<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_59">[Pg 59]</a></span> sagacity and intelligence. After having examined me thoroughly, the General, out of pity, decided to keep me. He pointed to a table that was already set for luncheon, and signed to me to take my seat.</p> @@ -1916,7 +1867,7 @@ prepared for me.</p> his uniform, and spread it out upon his knees. And with what an elegant air he broke his bread and emptied his glass!</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[Pg 60]</a></span></p><p>The climax was reached when, luncheon over, he asked for a toothpick, +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_60">[Pg 60]</a></span></p><p>The climax was reached when, luncheon over, he asked for a toothpick, which he quickly passed between his teeth. At this, applause broke out on all sides, and the performance ended triumphantly.</p> @@ -1925,11 +1876,11 @@ on all sides, and the performance ended triumphantly.</p> <p>On our way back to the inn Vitalis complimented me, and I was already such a good comedian that I appreciated this praise from my master.</p> -<hr /> +<hr > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[Pg 61]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_61">[Pg 61]</a></span></p> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_VII" id="CHAPTER_VII"></a>CHAPTER VII</h2> +<h2><a id="CHAPTER_VII"></a>CHAPTER VII</h2> <h3>CHILD AND ANIMAL LEARNING</h3> @@ -1961,7 +1912,7 @@ through which we travel. It will be like having a story told to you."</p> <p>I had been brought up in utter ignorance. True, I had been sent to the village school for one month, but during this month I had never once had -a book in my hand. At the time of which I write, there<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[Pg 62]</a></span> were many +a book in my hand. At the time of which I write, there<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_62">[Pg 62]</a></span> were many villages in France that did not even boast of a school, and in some, where there was a schoolmaster, either he knew nothing, or he had some other occupation and could give little attention to the children @@ -1994,7 +1945,7 @@ up a piece of wood covered with dust.</p> <p>"See, this is the book from which you are going to learn to read," he said.</p> -<p>A book! A piece of wood! I looked at him to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[Pg 63]</a></span> see if he were joking. But +<p>A book! A piece of wood! I looked at him to<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_63">[Pg 63]</a></span> see if he were joking. But he looked quite serious. I stared at the bit of wood. It was as long as my arm and as wide as my two hands. There was no inscription or drawing on it.</p> @@ -2023,7 +1974,7 @@ another thing. I could not get along very fast, and often I regretted having expressed a wish to learn. I must say, however, it was not because I was lazy, it was pride.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[Pg 64]</a></span></p><p>While teaching me my letters Vitalis thought that he would teach Capi +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_64">[Pg 64]</a></span></p><p>While teaching me my letters Vitalis thought that he would teach Capi at the same time. If a dog could learn to tell the hour from a watch, why could he not learn the letters? The pieces of wood were all spread out on the grass, and he was taught that with his paw he must draw out @@ -2053,7 +2004,7 @@ asked Vitalis.</p> <p>"Do you like to hear me sing, then?"</p> <p>"I like it more than anything. It is better than the nightingales, but -it's not like their song at<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[Pg 65]</a></span> all. When you sing, sometimes I want to +it's not like their song at<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_65">[Pg 65]</a></span> all. When you sing, sometimes I want to cry, and sometimes I want to laugh. Don't think me silly, master, but when you sing those songs, I think that I am back with dear Mother Barberin. If I shut my eyes I can see her again in our little house, and @@ -2081,7 +2032,7 @@ dealing with a poor dumb creature, but you are enough to drive me mad!" He threw up his hands dramatically.</p> <p>Pretty-Heart, who took special delight in imitating gestures he thought -funny, mimicked my master, and as the monkey was present at my <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[Pg 66]</a></span>lessons +funny, mimicked my master, and as the monkey was present at my <span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_66">[Pg 66]</a></span>lessons every day, I had the humiliation to see him lift his arms in despair every time I hesitated.</p> @@ -2095,11 +2046,11 @@ piece of paper that Vitalis himself had written. That day my master did not throw up his hands, but instead, patted me on the cheek, declaring that if I continued thus I should certainly become a great singer.</p> -<hr /> +<hr > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[Pg 67]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_67">[Pg 67]</a></span></p> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_VIII" id="CHAPTER_VIII"></a>CHAPTER VIII</h2> +<h2><a id="CHAPTER_VIII"></a>CHAPTER VIII</h2> <h3>ONE WHO HAD KNOWN A KING</h3> @@ -2121,7 +2072,7 @@ stragglers, we did not think it worth our while to stop, so continued on our way. When we stayed several days in a town, Vitalis would let me go about alone if Capi was with me. He trusted me with Capi.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[Pg 68]</a></span></p><p>"You are traveling through France at the age when most boys are at +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_68">[Pg 68]</a></span></p><p>"You are traveling through France at the age when most boys are at school," he once said to me; "open your eyes, look and learn. When you see something that you do not understand, do not be afraid to ask me questions. I have not always been what you see me now. I have learnt @@ -2149,7 +2100,7 @@ after him. I knew him and often talked with him."</p> <p>"When he was a stable boy?"</p> -<p>"No," replied Vitalis, laughing, "when he was<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[Pg 69]</a></span> a king. This is the first +<p>"No," replied Vitalis, laughing, "when he was<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_69">[Pg 69]</a></span> a king. This is the first time I have been in this part of the country. I knew him in Naples, where he was king."</p> @@ -2178,7 +2129,7 @@ She did not know anything about it. She was born at Chavanon, and would probably die there. Her mind had never traveled farther than her eyes.</p> <p>My master had seen a king, and this king had spoken to him! What was my -master in his youth,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[Pg 70]</a></span> and how had he become what I saw him now in his +master in his youth,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_70">[Pg 70]</a></span> and how had he become what I saw him now in his old age?...</p> <p>We had been tramping since morning. Vitalis had said that we should @@ -2205,7 +2156,7 @@ became the trees and shrubs, their tops passing over my head and interlacing. Sometimes I had to crawl through them to get by. Yet I was determined to get to the top of the hill. But, when at last I did, and gazed around, I could see no light anywhere; nothing but strange shadows -and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[Pg 71]</a></span> forms, and great trees which seemed to hold out their branches to +and<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_71">[Pg 71]</a></span> forms, and great trees which seemed to hold out their branches to me, like arms ready to enfold me.</p> <p>I listened to see if I could catch the bark of a dog, or the bellow of a @@ -2229,7 +2180,7 @@ man—some kind of animal that I did not know, or an immense night bird, a gigantic spider, hovering over the tops of the trees. What was certain, this creature had legs of unusual length, which brought it along with amazing bounds. Seeing this, I quickly found my own legs, and -rushed down the hill towards Vitalis.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[Pg 72]</a></span> But, strange to say, I made less +rushed down the hill towards Vitalis.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_72">[Pg 72]</a></span> But, strange to say, I made less haste going down than I had in climbing up. I threw myself into the thick of the thistles and brambles, scratching myself at every step. Scrambling out of a prickly bush I took a glance back. The animal was @@ -2258,7 +2209,7 @@ road. At the sight of it again, I must confess, I began to shake, but I was with Vitalis and the dogs were beside me. I was not alone up there in the trees.... I looked up boldly and fixed my eyes on the Thing.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[Pg 73]</a></span></p><p>Was it an animal or a man? It had the body, the head, and arms like a +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_73">[Pg 73]</a></span></p><p>Was it an animal or a man? It had the body, the head, and arms like a man, but the shaggy skin which covered it, and the two long thin legs upon which it seemed to poise, looked as though they belonged to an animal.</p> @@ -2292,11 +2243,11 @@ stilts.</p> <p>What a goose I had been!</p> -<hr /> +<hr > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[Pg 74]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_74">[Pg 74]</a></span></p> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_IX" id="CHAPTER_IX"></a>CHAPTER IX</h2> +<h2><a id="CHAPTER_IX"></a>CHAPTER IX</h2> <h3>ARRESTED</h3> @@ -2319,7 +2270,7 @@ take up our wandering life again.</p> valleys, over hills, leaving behind the bluish top of the Pyrenees, which now looked like a mass of clouds.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[Pg 75]</a></span></p><p>Then one night we came to a great town with ugly red brick houses and +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_75">[Pg 75]</a></span></p><p>Then one night we came to a great town with ugly red brick houses and with streets paved with little pointed stones, hard to the feet of travelers who had walked a dozen miles a day. My master told me that we were in Toulouse and that we should stay there for a long time. As @@ -2343,7 +2294,7 @@ the extreme. One might have thought that he was addressing some high and mighty personage.</p> <p>"The illustrious gentleman, who represents the police authority," he -said, taking off his hat and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[Pg 76]</a></span> bowing low to the policeman, "can he show +said, taking off his hat and<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_76">[Pg 76]</a></span> bowing low to the policeman, "can he show me an order emanating from the said authority, which states that it is forbidden for poor strolling players, like ourselves, to carry on their humble profession on a public square?"</p> @@ -2380,7 +2331,7 @@ must muzzle my actors?" he asked.</p> <p>"Yes, and be quick about it!"</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[Pg 77]</a></span></p><p>"Muzzle Capi, Zerbino, and Dulcie," cried Vitalis, addressing himself +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_77">[Pg 77]</a></span></p><p>"Muzzle Capi, Zerbino, and Dulcie," cried Vitalis, addressing himself more to the audience than to the officer; "how can the great physician, Capi, known throughout the universe, prescribe a cure for Mr. Pretty-Heart, if the said physician wears a muzzle on the end of his @@ -2408,7 +2359,7 @@ monkey striking his own attitude to perfection. For some moments the monkey and the man stared at each other. It was a question which would lower his eyes first. The crowd yelled with delight.</p> -<p>"If your dogs are not muzzled to-morrow," cried<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[Pg 78]</a></span> the policeman, angrily +<p>"If your dogs are not muzzled to-morrow," cried<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_78">[Pg 78]</a></span> the policeman, angrily shaking his first, "you'll be arrested. That's all."</p> <p>"Good-day, until to-morrow, Signor," said Vitalis, bowing, "until @@ -2440,7 +2391,7 @@ dogs won't be uncomfortable. On the other hand, the public shall be amused a bit. This officer should be the means of bringing us some more money and, in the bargain, play the comic rôle in the piece that I shall prepare for him. Now, to-morrow, you are to go there alone with -Pretty-Heart. You will arrange the ropes, and play a few pieces on your<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[Pg 79]</a></span> +Pretty-Heart. You will arrange the ropes, and play a few pieces on your<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_79">[Pg 79]</a></span> harp, and when you have a large audience the officer will arrive on the scene. I will make my appearance with the dogs. Then the farce will commence."</p> @@ -2467,7 +2418,7 @@ ridiculously important manner. The crowd laughed at his antics and clapped their hands. The officer glared at me angrily.</p> <p>How was it going to end? I was rather ill at ease. If Vitalis were there -he could reply to the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[Pg 80]</a></span> officer. But I was alone. If he ordered me away, +he could reply to the<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_80">[Pg 80]</a></span> officer. But I was alone. If he ordered me away, what should I say?</p> <p>The policeman strode back and forth outside the ropes, and when he @@ -2495,7 +2446,7 @@ do!"</p> <p>For some moments the two men looked at each other. The officer was purple with rage. My master was superb. He held his beautiful white head high; his face expressed indignation and command. His look was enough to -make the <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[Pg 81]</a></span>policeman sink into the earth, but he did nothing of the kind. +make the <span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_81">[Pg 81]</a></span>policeman sink into the earth, but he did nothing of the kind. He wrenched his hand free, seized my master by the collar and roughly pushed him before him. Vitalis stumbled and almost fell, but he drew himself up quickly and with his free hand struck the officer on the @@ -2524,7 +2475,7 @@ noses and tied under their chins. Capi, who was white, wore red; Zerbino, who was black, wore white, and Dulcie, who was gray, wore blue. My poor master had thus carried out the order of the law.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[Pg 82]</a></span></p><p>The public had quickly dispersed. A few stragglers remained to discuss +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_82">[Pg 82]</a></span></p><p>The public had quickly dispersed. A few stragglers remained to discuss what had happened.</p> <p>"The old man was right."</p> @@ -2552,7 +2503,7 @@ In a word, I loved him, and he loved me. For how long would they send him to prison? What should I do during that time? How should I live?</p> <p>Vitalis was in the habit of carrying his money on him, and he had not -had time to give me anything<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[Pg 83]</a></span> before he was dragged off. I had only a +had time to give me anything<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_83">[Pg 83]</a></span> before he was dragged off. I had only a few sous in my pocket. Would it be enough to buy food for Pretty-Heart, the dogs, and myself? I spent the next two days in agony, not daring to leave the inn. The monkey and the dogs were also very downcast. At last, @@ -2576,7 +2527,7 @@ being in court, that I got behind a large stove and squeezed up as small as I could against the wall. Some men who had been arrested for robbery, others for fighting, were tried first. All said that they were innocent, but all were found guilty. At last Vitalis was brought in. He sat down -on a bench between two policemen. What he said at<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[Pg 84]</a></span> first, and what they +on a bench between two policemen. What he said at<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_84">[Pg 84]</a></span> first, and what they asked him, I scarcely knew, my emotion was so great. I stared at Vitalis; he stood upright, his white head thrown back. He looked ashamed and worried. I looked at the judge.</p> @@ -2612,11 +2563,11 @@ behind him. Two months' separation!</p> <p>Where should I go?</p> -<hr /> +<hr > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[Pg 85]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_85">[Pg 85]</a></span></p> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_X" id="CHAPTER_X"></a>CHAPTER X</h2> +<h2><a id="CHAPTER_X"></a>CHAPTER X</h2> <h3>HOMELESS</h3> @@ -2656,7 +2607,7 @@ for your animals, I suppose."</p> <p>That was true. I did not count upon any one.</p> <p>"Your master already owes me a lot of money," he continued. "I can't -board you for two months<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[Pg 86]</a></span> without knowing if I shall be paid. You'll +board you for two months<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_86">[Pg 86]</a></span> without knowing if I shall be paid. You'll have to go."</p> <p>"Go! Where shall I go, sir?"</p> @@ -2697,7 +2648,7 @@ come to look for me here."</p> <p>"Oh, stop your talk. Hurry up and get out! I give you five minutes. If I find you here when I come out again I'll settle you."</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[Pg 87]</a></span></p><p>I knew it was useless to plead with him. I had to "get out." I went to +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_87">[Pg 87]</a></span></p><p>I knew it was useless to plead with him. I had to "get out." I went to the stables to get the dogs and Pretty-Heart, then strapping my harp on my shoulder I left the inn.</p> @@ -2723,7 +2674,7 @@ which to sleep did not worry me; we could sleep in the open air.... But to eat!</p> <p>We must have walked for about two hours before I dared to stop, and yet -the dogs had looked up at me imploringly and Pretty-Heart had pulled<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[Pg 88]</a></span> my +the dogs had looked up at me imploringly and Pretty-Heart had pulled<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_88">[Pg 88]</a></span> my ear and rubbed his stomach incessantly. At last I felt that I was far enough away from the town to have nothing to fear. I went into the first bakery that I came across. I asked for one pound and a half of bread.</p> @@ -2748,7 +2699,7 @@ the first piece that he could. To eke out the meal was a delicate matter. I cut the bread into five parts, as near the same size as possible, and distributed the slices. I gave each a piece in turn, as though I were dealing cards. Pretty-Heart, who required less food than -we, fared better, for he was quite satisfied<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[Pg 89]</a></span> while we were still +we, fared better, for he was quite satisfied<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_89">[Pg 89]</a></span> while we were still famished. I took three pieces from his share and hid them in my bag to give the dogs later. Then, as there still remained a little piece, I broke it and we each had some; that was for dessert.</p> @@ -2777,7 +2728,7 @@ collecting money from the "distinguished audience."</p> <p>"I see you want to give a performance, Capi," I continued; "that's good advice, but should we make anything? That's the question. We have only three sous left, so you mustn't get hungry. You've all to be very -obedient; that will make it<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[Pg 90]</a></span> easier for us all. You must help me all you +obedient; that will make it<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_90">[Pg 90]</a></span> easier for us all. You must help me all you can, you dogs and Pretty-Heart. I want to feel that I can count on you."</p> <p>I would not make so bold as to say that they understood all I said, but @@ -2801,7 +2752,7 @@ same. I would have gone up that tree with pleasure, but the importance and dignity of my present office did not permit me any such distractions.</p> -<p>After we had rested a while I gave the sign to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[Pg 91]</a></span> start. We had to find a +<p>After we had rested a while I gave the sign to<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_91">[Pg 91]</a></span> start. We had to find a place somewhere to lie down for the night and gain a few sous for our food for the next day. We walked for one hour, then came in sight of a village. I quickly dressed my troop, and in as good marching order as @@ -2825,7 +2776,7 @@ then more and more.</p> <p>I played on and on, Zerbino and Dulcie went round and round, but the women in the doorways did not even look over at us. It was discouraging. -But I was determined not to be discouraged. I<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[Pg 92]</a></span> played with all my might, +But I was determined not to be discouraged. I<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_92">[Pg 92]</a></span> played with all my might, making the cords of my harp vibrate, almost to breaking them. Suddenly a little child, taking its first steps, trotted from his home and came towards us. No doubt the mother would follow him, and after the mother a @@ -2857,7 +2808,7 @@ mouth open.</p> <p>"Singing, sir."</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[Pg 93]</a></span></p><p>"Have you got permission to sing on a public square in our village?"</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_93">[Pg 93]</a></span></p><p>"Have you got permission to sing on a public square in our village?"</p> <p>"No, sir."</p> @@ -2888,7 +2839,7 @@ on mine.</p> <p>"Well, then?" asked Capi, with a wag of his head.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[Pg 94]</a></span></p><p>"So then we shall have to sleep in the open air and go without supper."</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_94">[Pg 94]</a></span></p><p>"So then we shall have to sleep in the open air and go without supper."</p> <p>At the word "supper" there was a general bark. I showed them my three sous.</p> @@ -2917,7 +2868,7 @@ dog reads all sorts of curious things written in mysterious letters which we do not understand.</p> <p>What Capi said to Zerbino I did not hear, for if dogs can understand the -language of men, men do<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[Pg 95]</a></span> not understand their language. I only saw that +language of men, men do<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_95">[Pg 95]</a></span> not understand their language. I only saw that Zerbino refused to listen to reason, and that he insisted that the three sous should be spent immediately. Capi got angry, and it was only when he showed his teeth that Zerbino, who was a bit of a coward, lapsed into @@ -2944,7 +2895,7 @@ not to think that we were hungry. Does not the proverb say, "He who sleeps, eats."</p> <p>Before lying down I told Capi that I relied upon him to keep watch, and -the faithful dog, instead of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[Pg 96]</a></span> sleeping with us on the pine leaves, laid +the faithful dog, instead of<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_96">[Pg 96]</a></span> sleeping with us on the pine leaves, laid down like a sentinel at the entrance of our quarters. I could sleep in peace, for I knew that none would come near without me being warned by Capi. Yet, although, at rest on this point, I could not sleep at once. @@ -2967,7 +2918,7 @@ my eyes. Poor Mother Barberin! poor Vitalis.</p> breath pass through my hair. I turned over quickly, and a big soft tongue licked my wet cheek. It was Capi who had heard me crying and had come to comfort me as he had done on the first day of my wanderings. -With my two hands I took him by the neck and kissed<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[Pg 97]</a></span> him on his wet +With my two hands I took him by the neck and kissed<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_97">[Pg 97]</a></span> him on his wet nose. He uttered two or three little mournful snorts, and it seemed to me that he was crying with me. I slept. When I awoke it was full day and Capi was sitting beside me, looking at me. The birds were singing in the @@ -2994,7 +2945,7 @@ intention was not to give the performance at once. It was too early, but after finding a place we would come back in the middle of the day and take a chance.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[Pg 98]</a></span></p><p>I was engrossed with this idea, when suddenly I heard some one shouting +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_98">[Pg 98]</a></span></p><p>I was engrossed with this idea, when suddenly I heard some one shouting behind me. I turned round quickly and saw Zerbino racing towards me, followed by an old woman. It did not take me long to know what was the matter. Profiting by my preoccupation, Zerbino had run into a house and @@ -3018,7 +2969,7 @@ went, and soon we had outstripped our pursuers, but I did not stop running until I was quite out of breath. We had raced at least two miles. I turned round. No one was following us. Capi and Dulcie were still at my heels, Zerbino was in the distance. He had stopped probably -to eat his piece of meat. I called him, but<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[Pg 99]</a></span> he knew very well that he +to eat his piece of meat. I called him, but<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_99">[Pg 99]</a></span> he knew very well that he deserved a severe punishment, so instead of coming to me, he ran away as fast as he could. He was famished, that was why he had stolen the meat. But I could not accept this as an excuse. He had stolen. If I wanted to @@ -3046,7 +2997,7 @@ anxious when at last Capi appeared alone, his head hanging down.</p> <p>Capi laid down in a cowed attitude. I looked at him and noticed that one of his ears was bleeding. I knew what had happened. Zerbino had put up a -fight. I felt that, although Capi had<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[Pg 100]</a></span> obeyed my orders, he had +fight. I felt that, although Capi had<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_100">[Pg 100]</a></span> obeyed my orders, he had considered that I was too severe and had let himself be beaten. I could not scold him. I could only wait until Zerbino chose to return. I knew that sooner or later he would feel sorry and would come back and take @@ -3072,7 +3023,7 @@ there was no chance of me making a little money to buy something to eat. Our hunger became more acute. The dogs fixed their eyes on me imploringly, and Pretty-Heart rubbed his stomach and squealed angrily.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[Pg 101]</a></span></p><p>Still Zerbino did not return. Once more I sent Capi to look for the +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_101">[Pg 101]</a></span></p><p>Still Zerbino did not return. Once more I sent Capi to look for the truant, but at the end of half an hour he came back alone. What was to be done?</p> @@ -3097,7 +3048,7 @@ dance.</p> <p>At first neither the dogs nor the monkey seemed disposed to dance. All they wanted was food. My heart ached as I watched their pitiful -attitude.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[Pg 102]</a></span> But they must forget their hunger, poor little things! I +attitude.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_102">[Pg 102]</a></span> But they must forget their hunger, poor little things! I played louder and quicker, then, little by little, the music produced its customary effect. They danced and I played on and on.</p> @@ -3125,7 +3076,7 @@ attention."</p> <p>"Will you play again?" she then asked, turning round to me.</p> -<p>Would I play? Play for an audience who had<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[Pg 103]</a></span> arrived at such a moment! I +<p>Would I play? Play for an audience who had<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_103">[Pg 103]</a></span> arrived at such a moment! I did not wait to be asked twice.</p> <p>"Would you like a dance or a little comedy?" I asked.</p> @@ -3154,7 +3105,7 @@ that they would be repaid with a meal and they did their best. I also.</p> Zerbino came out from behind a bush, and as Capi and Dulcie and Pretty-Heart passed near him, he boldly took his place amongst them.</p> -<p>While playing and watching my actors, I glanced<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[Pg 104]</a></span> from time to time at +<p>While playing and watching my actors, I glanced<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_104">[Pg 104]</a></span> from time to time at the little boy. He seemed to take great pleasure in what we were doing, but he did not move. He looked as though he was lying on a stretcher. The boat had drifted right to the edge of the bank, and now I could see @@ -3191,7 +3142,7 @@ not behave himself."</p> <p>"Well, bring him on yourself."</p> <p>She signed to a man who stood near the rail. He came forward and threw a -plank across to the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[Pg 105]</a></span> bank. With my harp on my shoulder and Pretty-Heart +plank across to the<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_105">[Pg 105]</a></span> bank. With my harp on my shoulder and Pretty-Heart in my arms I stepped up the plank.</p> <p>"The monkey! the monkey!" cried the little boy, whom the lady addressed @@ -3233,7 +3184,7 @@ listening to what I said.</p> <p>"Then how hungry you all must be!" he cried.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[Pg 106]</a></span></p><p>At this word, which the animals well knew, the dogs began to bark and +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_106">[Pg 106]</a></span></p><p>At this word, which the animals well knew, the dogs began to bark and Pretty-Heart rubbed his stomach vigorously.</p> <p>"Oh, Mamma!" cried Arthur.</p> @@ -3269,7 +3220,7 @@ amazed at our appetites, for we were all as famished as one another, even Zerbino, who should have been somewhat appeased by the meat that he had stolen.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[Pg 107]</a></span></p><p>"What would you have eaten to-night if you had not met us?" asked +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_107">[Pg 107]</a></span></p><p>"What would you have eaten to-night if you had not met us?" asked Arthur.</p> <p>"I don't think we should have eaten at all."</p> @@ -3306,7 +3257,7 @@ her hand and kissed it.</p> <p>"Poor little boy!" she said, almost tenderly.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[Pg 108]</a></span></p><p>She had said she would like me to play my harp: this simple pleasure I +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_108">[Pg 108]</a></span></p><p>She had said she would like me to play my harp: this simple pleasure I would give her at once. I wanted to show how grateful I was. I took my instrument and, going to the end of the boat, I commenced to play softly. The lady put a little silver whistle to her lips and blew it.</p> @@ -3327,11 +3278,11 @@ behind us fell the oblique rays from the setting sun.</p> kept it in his, and I played to them all the pieces that my master had taught me.</p> -<hr /> +<hr > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[Pg 109]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_109">[Pg 109]</a></span></p> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XI" id="CHAPTER_XI"></a>CHAPTER XI</h2> +<h2><a id="CHAPTER_XI"></a>CHAPTER XI</h2> <h3>ANOTHER BOY'S MOTHER</h3> @@ -3351,7 +3302,7 @@ nothing from his brother, for seven months after the death of her husband, Mrs. Milligan's second son, Arthur, was born.</p> <p>But the doctors said that this frail, delicate child could not live. He -might die at any moment. In<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[Pg 110]</a></span> the event of his death, Mr. James Milligan +might die at any moment. In<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_110">[Pg 110]</a></span> the event of his death, Mr. James Milligan would succeed to the fortune. He waited and hoped, but the doctors' predictions were not fulfilled. Arthur lived. It was his mother's care that saved him. When he had to be strapped to a board, she could not @@ -3376,7 +3327,7 @@ and they used to rub my cheeks, and Vitalis and I had more often slept without sheets, and those at the cheap lodging houses at which we stayed were just as rough as Mother Barberin's.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[Pg 111]</a></span></p><p>I woke early, for I wanted to know how my animals had passed the night. +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_111">[Pg 111]</a></span></p><p>I woke early, for I wanted to know how my animals had passed the night. I found them all at the place where I had installed them the night before, and sleeping as though the beautiful barge had been their home for several months. The dogs jumped up as I approached, but @@ -3400,7 +3351,7 @@ and I went off into the fields with my troop.</p> <p>The time passed, playing with the dogs and chasing Pretty-Heart; when we returned the horses were harnessed and the barge in readiness to start. As soon as we were all on the boat the horses began to trot along the -towing path; we glided over the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[Pg 112]</a></span> water without feeling a movement, and +towing path; we glided over the<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_112">[Pg 112]</a></span> water without feeling a movement, and the only sound to be heard was the song of the birds, the swish of the water against the boat, and the tinkle of bells around the horses' necks.</p> @@ -3436,7 +3387,7 @@ are going to work."</p> from a book she held in her hand. He seemed to be having great difficulty in mastering it, but his mother was very patient.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[Pg 113]</a></span></p><p>"No," she said at last, "Arthur, you don't know it, at all."</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_113">[Pg 113]</a></span></p><p>"No," she said at last, "Arthur, you don't know it, at all."</p> <p>"I can't, Mamma, I just can't," he said, plaintively. "I'm sick."</p> @@ -3469,7 +3420,7 @@ fable called "The Wolf and the Sheep." She read it through three times, then gave the book back to Arthur and told him to learn it alone. She went inside the boat.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[Pg 114]</a></span></p><p>I could see Arthur's lips moving. He certainly was trying very hard. +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_114">[Pg 114]</a></span></p><p>I could see Arthur's lips moving. He certainly was trying very hard. But soon he took his eyes off the book; his lips stopped moving. His look wandered everywhere, but not back to his book. Suddenly he caught my eye; I made a sign to him to go on with his lesson. He smiled, as @@ -3507,7 +3458,7 @@ almost perfect.</p> <p>"How did you learn it?"</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[Pg 115]</a></span></p><p>"I listened while your mother read it, but I listened attentively +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_115">[Pg 115]</a></span></p><p>"I listened while your mother read it, but I listened attentively without looking about to see what was going on round about me."</p> <p>He reddened, and turned away his eyes.</p> @@ -3545,7 +3496,7 @@ hour he had mastered it.</p> <p>"Oh, how pleased mamma will be!" he cried.</p> <p>When his mother came out she seemed displeased that we were together. -She thought that<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[Pg 116]</a></span> we had been playing, but Arthur did not give her time +She thought that<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_116">[Pg 116]</a></span> we had been playing, but Arthur did not give her time to say a word.</p> <p>"I know it!" he cried. "Remi has taught it to me."</p> @@ -3575,7 +3526,7 @@ with his animals to amuse a sick child, but this lesson drew me apart from the dogs and the monkey. I was, from now, a companion, almost a friend, to the sick boy.</p> -<p>From that day there was a change in Mrs. <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[Pg 117]</a></span>Milligan's manner toward me, +<p>From that day there was a change in Mrs. <span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_117">[Pg 117]</a></span>Milligan's manner toward me, and between Arthur and myself there grew a strong friendship. I never once felt the difference in our positions; this may have been due to Mrs. Milligan's kindness, for she often spoke to me as though I were her @@ -3602,7 +3553,7 @@ would call out "Encore," and I would play the piece over again.</p> Barberin's fireside, and who had tramped the high roads with Signor Vitalis. What a difference between the dish of boiled potatoes that my poor foster mother had given me and the delicious tarts, jellies, and -creams that Mrs. Milligan's cook made! What a contrast <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[Pg 118]</a></span>between the long +creams that Mrs. Milligan's cook made! What a contrast <span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_118">[Pg 118]</a></span>between the long tramps in the mud, the pouring rain, the scorching sun, trudging behind Vitalis, ... and this ride on the beautiful barge!</p> @@ -3628,17 +3579,17 @@ her mother now, for she was not my mother....</p> <p>I was alone.... I should always be alone.... Nobody's boy.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[Pg 119]</a></span></p><p>I was old enough to know that one should not expect to have too much +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_119">[Pg 119]</a></span></p><p>I was old enough to know that one should not expect to have too much from this world, and I thought that, as I had no family, no father or mother, I should be thankful that I had friends. And I was happy, so happy on that barge. But, alas! it was not to last long. The day was drawing near for me to take up my old life again.</p> -<hr /> +<hr > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[Pg 120]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_120">[Pg 120]</a></span></p> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XII" id="CHAPTER_XII"></a>CHAPTER XII</h2> +<h2><a id="CHAPTER_XII"></a>CHAPTER XII</h2> <h3>THE MASTER'S CONSENT</h3> @@ -3663,7 +3614,7 @@ was the most abject thing in the world to be a foundling. I did not want Mrs. Milligan and Arthur to know. Would they not have turned from me in disdain!</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[Pg 121]</a></span></p><p>"Mamma, we must keep Remi," continued Arthur.</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_121">[Pg 121]</a></span></p><p>"Mamma, we must keep Remi," continued Arthur.</p> <p>"I should be very pleased to keep Remi with us," replied Mrs. Milligan; "we are so fond of him. But there are two things; first, Remi would have @@ -3693,7 +3644,7 @@ going tramping along the roads."</p> <p>"There, there, you see, Mamma!" interrupted Arthur.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[Pg 122]</a></span></p><p>"All that we have to do now," continued Mrs. Milligan, "is to get his +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_122">[Pg 122]</a></span></p><p>"All that we have to do now," continued Mrs. Milligan, "is to get his master's consent. I will write and ask him if he will come here, for we cannot return to Toulouse. I will send him his fare, and explain to him the reason why we cannot take the train. I'll invite him here, and I do @@ -3719,7 +3670,7 @@ on board the <i>Swan</i>. What could I do? What say?</p> <p>Perhaps Vitalis would not give me up, then they would never know the truth. My shame and fear of them finding out the truth was so great that -I<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[Pg 123]</a></span> began to hope that Vitalis would insist upon me staying with him.</p> +I<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_123">[Pg 123]</a></span> began to hope that Vitalis would insist upon me staying with him.</p> <p>Three days later Mrs. Milligan received a reply to the letter she had sent Vitalis. He said that he would be pleased to come and see her, and @@ -3745,7 +3696,7 @@ master's arms, while Zerbino and Dulcie jumped at his feet.</p> <p>When Vitalis saw me, he put Capi down quickly, and threw his arms around me. For the first time he kissed me.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[Pg 124]</a></span></p><p>"God bless you, my boy," he said again, and again.</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_124">[Pg 124]</a></span></p><p>"God bless you, my boy," he said again, and again.</p> <p>My master had never been hard with me, but neither had he ever been affectionate, and I was not used to these effusions. I was touched, and @@ -3774,7 +3725,7 @@ letter, so I said nothing of her plan.</p> <p>"Yes, I'll take you up to her apartment," I said.</p> -<p>"There's no occasion for that," he replied; "I'll<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[Pg 125]</a></span> go up alone; you wait +<p>"There's no occasion for that," he replied; "I'll<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_125">[Pg 125]</a></span> go up alone; you wait here for me with Pretty-Heart and the dogs."</p> <p>I had always obeyed him, but in this case I felt that it was only fair @@ -3806,7 +3757,7 @@ good-by."</p> that if I had to leave immediately it was because my master had told them about my birth.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[Pg 126]</a></span></p><p>Upon entering Mrs. Milligan's apartment I found Arthur in tears and his +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_126">[Pg 126]</a></span></p><p>Upon entering Mrs. Milligan's apartment I found Arthur in tears and his mother bending over him.</p> <p>"You won't go, Remi! Oh, Remi, tell me you won't go," he sobbed.</p> @@ -3839,7 +3790,7 @@ Vitalis, but I will write to them and see what I can do."</p> <p>"Oh, no, no, don't do that," I cried.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[Pg 127]</a></span></p><p>"What do you mean?"</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_127">[Pg 127]</a></span></p><p>"What do you mean?"</p> <p>"Oh, no, please don't."</p> @@ -3871,11 +3822,11 @@ never, never will forget you, Mrs. Milligan."</p> <p>And that was how I parted from my first boy friend.</p> -<hr /> +<hr > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[Pg 128]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_128">[Pg 128]</a></span></p> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XIII" id="CHAPTER_XIII"></a>CHAPTER XIII</h2> +<h2><a id="CHAPTER_XIII"></a>CHAPTER XIII</h2> <h3>WEARY DREARY DAYS</h3> @@ -3898,7 +3849,7 @@ I had not the courage, for Vitalis was not a man with whom one dared be familiar. At first it had been fear that kept me at a distance, but now it was something vague, which resembled a sentiment of respect.</p> -<p>When I left the village I had looked upon <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[Pg 129]</a></span>Vitalis the same as the other +<p>When I left the village I had looked upon <span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_129">[Pg 129]</a></span>Vitalis the same as the other men of the poorer class. I was not able to make distinctions, but the two months that I had lived with Mrs. Milligan had opened my eyes and developed my intelligence. Looking at my master with more attention, it @@ -3924,7 +3875,7 @@ end of my dream.</p> <p>To make things worse, the winter was now upon us, and we had to tramp along wearily in the blinding rain and slush. At night, when we arrived -at a wretched inn, or in a barn, tired out, wet to the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[Pg 130]</a></span> skin, I could +at a wretched inn, or in a barn, tired out, wet to the<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_130">[Pg 130]</a></span> skin, I could not drop off to sleep with laughter on my lips. Sometimes we were frozen to the bone, and Pretty-Heart was as sad and mournful as myself.</p> @@ -3951,7 +3902,7 @@ monkey had not ceased moaning, although we had wrapped him up in plenty of coverlets.</p> <p>The next morning I got up early as I had been told. It was not yet day, -the sky was lowering and black, and there was not a star to be seen.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[Pg 131]</a></span> +the sky was lowering and black, and there was not a star to be seen.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_131">[Pg 131]</a></span> When we opened the door a strong wind almost took us off our feet.</p> <p>"If I were in your place," said the innkeeper to Vitalis, "I wouldn't @@ -3980,7 +3931,7 @@ gusts of wind. There was no one on the roads, nor in the fields, not a sound of cart wheels, nor the crack of a whip.</p> <p>Suddenly, in the distance, we could see a pale streak which got larger -and larger as it came <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[Pg 132]</a></span>towards us. Then we heard a sort of hissing +and larger as it came <span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_132">[Pg 132]</a></span>towards us. Then we heard a sort of hissing murmur, the strange, harsh cry of the wild geese. The maddened flock flew over our heads; on they went, wildly fleeing from the north towards the south. Before they were out of sight, soft flakes were dropping @@ -4007,7 +3958,7 @@ Vitalis; "we cannot make Troyes."</p> far as the eye could reach there was not a house to be seen, nor anything to indicate that we were nearing a village.</p> -<p>Before us lay a forest with its dark depths, and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[Pg 133]</a></span> on either side of us +<p>Before us lay a forest with its dark depths, and<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_133">[Pg 133]</a></span> on either side of us the hills. The snow came down faster and thicker.</p> <p>We tramped in silence. My master lifted his sheepskin now and again for @@ -4033,7 +3984,7 @@ little hut made of branches.</p> <p>We had to find the track that led to the hut. This was difficult, for the snow was already thick enough to efface all trace of a path. We scrambled through the bushes, and after crossing a ditch, we managed at -last to reach the hut and get inside.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[Pg 134]</a></span> The dogs, in ecstasy, rolled over +last to reach the hut and get inside.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_134">[Pg 134]</a></span> The dogs, in ecstasy, rolled over and over on the dry ground, barking. Our satisfaction was no less keen than theirs.</p> @@ -4061,7 +4012,7 @@ wet sides to the flames.</p> <p>Pretty-Heart soon ventured to peep from under Vitalis' coat; prudently putting the end of his nose outside, he looked about to take in his surroundings. Evidently satisfied, he jumped quickly to the ground and -taking the best place before the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[Pg 135]</a></span> fire he held out his two little +taking the best place before the<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_135">[Pg 135]</a></span> fire he held out his two little trembling hands to the flames.</p> <p>That morning before I had risen, Vitalis had packed some provisions. @@ -4087,7 +4038,7 @@ to pay his prison fine, and when he bought my sheepskin at Dijon he had parted with his big watch to pay for it. From the misty atmosphere it was impossible for me to tell what hour it might be.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[Pg 136]</a></span></p><p>There was not a sound to be heard; the snow seemed to have petrified +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_136">[Pg 136]</a></span></p><p>There was not a sound to be heard; the snow seemed to have petrified every movement of life. I was standing in the opening of our cabin when I heard my master calling.</p> @@ -4118,7 +4069,7 @@ intelligence.</p> that the feast was over, Capi got up and smelled the bag in which the food was kept. He then placed his paw on the bag to feel it. This double investigation convinced him that there was nothing left to eat. Then, -coming back to his place before the fire, he looked at <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[Pg 137]</a></span>Zerbino and +coming back to his place before the fire, he looked at <span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_137">[Pg 137]</a></span>Zerbino and Dulcie. The look clearly signified that they would get nothing more; then he stretched himself out his entire length with a sigh of resignation. "There is nothing more. It is useless to beg." He said this @@ -4144,7 +4095,7 @@ although we have nothing to fear from animals or people in this cabin, one of us must keep awake to see that the fire does not go out. We must be careful not to get cold, for it will be bitter when the snow stops."</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[Pg 138]</a></span></p><p>I slept. In the small hours of the night my master woke me. The fire +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_138">[Pg 138]</a></span></p><p>I slept. In the small hours of the night my master woke me. The fire was still burning, and the snow had stopped falling.</p> <p>"It's my turn to sleep now," said Vitalis; "as the fire goes down you @@ -4171,7 +4122,7 @@ pale light over the earth. It was much colder now; it was freezing hard.</p> the cold if we had not found this shelter?</p> <p>Although I had walked on tiptoe to the opening without scarcely making a -sound, I had roused the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[Pg 139]</a></span> dogs, and Zerbino had followed me. The splendor +sound, I had roused the<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_139">[Pg 139]</a></span> dogs, and Zerbino had followed me. The splendor of the night was nothing to him; he looked on the scene for a moment, and then became bored and wanted to go outside. I ordered him to return to his place. Foolish dog, wasn't it better to stay by the warm fire in @@ -4197,7 +4148,7 @@ so sleepy, and yet all the time I thought that I could manage to keep awake.</p> <p>I sprang up suddenly, awakened by a violent barking! It was night. I -probably had slept for<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[Pg 140]</a></span> a long time and the fire was almost out. No +probably had slept for<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_140">[Pg 140]</a></span> a long time and the fire was almost out. No flames lit the hut now. Capi was barking loudly, furiously. But, strange! there was no sound from Zerbino or Dulcie.</p> @@ -4233,7 +4184,7 @@ behind us in terror.</p> <p>What could I say? The two dogs must have gone out while I slept. Zerbino had waited until I was asleep and had then crept out, and Dulcie had -followed him. The wolves had got hold of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">[Pg 141]</a></span> them! There was fear in my +followed him. The wolves had got hold of<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_141">[Pg 141]</a></span> them! There was fear in my master's voice when he asked for the dogs.</p> <p>"Take a torch," he said, "we must go to their aid."</p> @@ -4267,7 +4218,7 @@ answering bark.</p> <p>Yes? why? I had nothing to say.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">[Pg 142]</a></span></p><p>"We must go and look for them," I said after a pause.</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_142">[Pg 142]</a></span></p><p>"We must go and look for them," I said after a pause.</p> <p>I went before him, but he stopped me.</p> @@ -4299,7 +4250,7 @@ before the fire, but he was not in them. I called. Vitalis called, but he did not appear.</p> <p>My master said that when he awoke the monkey was beside him, so it was -while we were out that<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">[Pg 143]</a></span> he had disappeared. With our burning torches +while we were out that<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_143">[Pg 143]</a></span> he had disappeared. With our burning torches held down to the snowy earth we started out to look for him. We found no trace of him.</p> @@ -4331,7 +4282,7 @@ this terrible weather he will catch cold, and cold is fatal for him."</p> <p>Vitalis sat down before the fire, with his head in his hands. I did not dare disturb him. I stood quite close to him, only moving occasionally to put some branches on the fire. Once or twice he got up and went to -the door. He looked at the sky,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[Pg 144]</a></span> listened attentively, then came back +the door. He looked at the sky,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_144">[Pg 144]</a></span> listened attentively, then came back and sat down. I would rather that he had been angry with me, than that he should be so silent and sad.</p> @@ -4361,7 +4312,7 @@ place, he had remained crouching, without replying to our calls.</p> <p>The poor little frail creature, he must be frozen!</p> -<p>My master called him gently. He did not move.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">[Pg 145]</a></span> We thought that he was +<p>My master called him gently. He did not move.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_145">[Pg 145]</a></span> We thought that he was already dead. For several minutes Vitalis continued to call him, but the monkey gave no sign of life. My heart ached with remorse. How severely I was being punished! I must atone.</p> @@ -4391,7 +4342,7 @@ not wet his feet. He did not like this and soon got tired of dodging me; then, letting himself drop from branch to branch, he jumped straight onto his master's shoulders and hid himself inside his coat.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">[Pg 146]</a></span></p><p>It was a great thing to have found Pretty-Heart, but that was not all. +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_146">[Pg 146]</a></span></p><p>It was a great thing to have found Pretty-Heart, but that was not all. Now we had to look for the dogs.</p> <p>It was day now and easy for us to see what had happened. In the snow we @@ -4418,7 +4369,7 @@ silent, watching the wood burn.</p> <p>Each of us murmured these words; first he, then I.</p> <p>The dogs had been our friends, our companions, in good and bad fortune, -and to me in my loneliness they had meant so much. How deeply I<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[Pg 147]</a></span> +and to me in my loneliness they had meant so much. How deeply I<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_147">[Pg 147]</a></span> reproached myself for not having kept watch. The wolves would not have come to attack us in our cabin; they would have stayed in the distance, frightened by the fire.</p> @@ -4428,11 +4379,11 @@ But he said nothing. He did not even look at me. He sat with his head bent over the fire; probably wondering what would become of us without the dogs.</p> -<hr /> +<hr > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">[Pg 148]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_148">[Pg 148]</a></span></p> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XIV" id="CHAPTER_XIV"></a>CHAPTER XIV</h2> +<h2><a id="CHAPTER_XIV"></a>CHAPTER XIV</h2> <h3>THE DEATH OF PRETTY-HEART</h3> @@ -4459,7 +4410,7 @@ few yards we had to call to Capi. Poor dog, he had remained standing outside the hut, his nose turned to the spot where his companions had been taken by the wolves.</p> -<p>Ten minutes later we reached the main road.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">[Pg 149]</a></span> We passed a cart; the +<p>Ten minutes later we reached the main road.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_149">[Pg 149]</a></span> We passed a cart; the driver told us that within an hour we should reach a village. This was encouraging, yet it was difficult, even painful, to walk. The snow came up to my waist. Many times I asked Vitalis after Pretty-Heart. Each time @@ -4487,7 +4438,7 @@ down and eat something than go to bed.</p> <p>There was nothing to do but to obey.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">[Pg 150]</a></span></p><p>There was an eiderdown quilt on the bed. Vitalis pulled it right up to +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_150">[Pg 150]</a></span></p><p>There was an eiderdown quilt on the bed. Vitalis pulled it right up to my chin.</p> <p>"Try and get warm," he said; "the warmer you are the better."</p> @@ -4517,7 +4468,7 @@ With his brilliant eyes he looked at us imploringly as though to ask us not to torment him. Then he drew one arm from under the covers and held it out to us.</p> -<p>I wondered what he meant. I looked inquiringly<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">[Pg 151]</a></span> at Vitalis, who +<p>I wondered what he meant. I looked inquiringly<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_151">[Pg 151]</a></span> at Vitalis, who explained: Before I had met them Pretty-Heart had had inflammation of the lungs and they had had to bleed him, taking the blood from his arm. Knowing that he was sick now he wanted us to bleed him so that he could @@ -4548,7 +4499,7 @@ not ill!"</p> <p>"Not ill! Why, the child is delirious."</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">[Pg 152]</a></span></p><p>I lifted the quilt a bit and showed him Pretty-Heart, who had placed +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_152">[Pg 152]</a></span></p><p>I lifted the quilt a bit and showed him Pretty-Heart, who had placed his little arm round my neck.</p> <p>"He's the one that's ill," I said.</p> @@ -4573,7 +4524,7 @@ And was it not interesting, from a scientific point of view, to study how these illnesses differed. The doctor soon returned from the door where he had been standing.</p> -<p>Pretty-Heart, who had probably guessed that<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153">[Pg 153]</a></span> this person wearing the +<p>Pretty-Heart, who had probably guessed that<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_153">[Pg 153]</a></span> this person wearing the spectacles was a physician, again pushed out his arm.</p> <p>"Look," cried Vitalis, "he wants you to bleed him."</p> @@ -4603,7 +4554,7 @@ began to cough; the attacks tired him greatly, for his little body shook convulsively. All the money which I had, five sous, I spent on sugar sticks for him, but they made him worse instead of better. With his keen instinct, he soon noticed that every time he coughed I gave him a little -piece<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154">[Pg 154]</a></span> of sugar stick. He took advantage of this and coughed every +piece<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_154">[Pg 154]</a></span> of sugar stick. He took advantage of this and coughed every moment in order to get the remedy that he liked so much, and this remedy instead of curing him made him worse.</p> @@ -4629,7 +4580,7 @@ looked after. We must have a fire in the room, and medicine, and the landlady must be paid. If we pay her what we owe her, she will give us another credit."</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155">[Pg 155]</a></span></p><p>Forty francs in this village! in the cold, and with such poor resources +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_155">[Pg 155]</a></span></p><p>Forty francs in this village! in the cold, and with such poor resources at our command!</p> <p>While I stayed at home with Pretty-Heart, Vitalis found a hall in the @@ -4656,7 +4607,7 @@ after it had seen, heard, and applauded.</p> Capi certainly deserved to be celebrated, but I ... I was not at all convinced that I was a marvel.</p> -<p>Although Pretty-Heart was very ill at this <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156">[Pg 156]</a></span>moment, when he heard the +<p>Although Pretty-Heart was very ill at this <span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_156">[Pg 156]</a></span>moment, when he heard the drum, he tried to get up. From the noise and Capi's barks, he seemed to guess that it was to announce our performance.</p> @@ -4683,7 +4634,7 @@ to jump to show that he was no longer sick. We know very well that if we took him out it would be his death.</p> <p>It was time for us to start. Before going, I made up a good fire and -wrapped Pretty-Heart up<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157">[Pg 157]</a></span> in his coverlets. He cried again and embraced +wrapped Pretty-Heart up<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_157">[Pg 157]</a></span> in his coverlets. He cried again and embraced me as much as he could, then we started.</p> <p>As we tramped through the snow, my master told me what he expected of @@ -4710,7 +4661,7 @@ lit at the entrance of our theater. The public had only to walk in and take their seats for the performance to commence.</p> <p>Alas! how long they were coming, and yet the drum at the door continued -gayly its <i>rat ta ta ta</i>.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_158" id="Page_158">[Pg 158]</a></span> All the boys in the village must have been +gayly its <i>rat ta ta ta</i>.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_158">[Pg 158]</a></span> All the boys in the village must have been there. But it was not the youngsters who were likely to give us forty francs. There would have to be some important people, open-handed and generous.</p> @@ -4738,7 +4689,7 @@ Vitalis playing an accompaniment. Would Capi collect forty francs? That was the question which made my heart beat while I smiled at the public in my pleasantest manner.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159">[Pg 159]</a></span></p><p>I was out of breath, but I still continued to dance, for I was not to +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_159">[Pg 159]</a></span></p><p>I was out of breath, but I still continued to dance, for I was not to stop until Capi had returned. He did not hurry himself; when he found that he did not receive a coin, he placed his paw against the person's pocket. At last I saw him about to return, and thought that I might @@ -4764,7 +4715,7 @@ into a corner of the stage, for my eyes filled with tears as I listened to his beautiful notes.</p> <p>Through a mist, I saw a young lady, who occupied the first row, clap her -hands with all her<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_160" id="Page_160">[Pg 160]</a></span> might. I had already noticed that she was not a +hands with all her<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_160">[Pg 160]</a></span> might. I had already noticed that she was not a peasant like the rest of the people in the hall. She was a lady, young and beautiful, and from her handsome fur coat I took her to be the richest woman in the village. She had with her a little child who had @@ -4803,7 +4754,7 @@ congratulate you."</p> <p>Vitalis bowed, without saying a word.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_161" id="Page_161">[Pg 161]</a></span></p><p>"I am a musician," continued the lady; "I am telling you this so that +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_161">[Pg 161]</a></span></p><p>"I am a musician," continued the lady; "I am telling you this so that you will know how much I appreciate your superb talent."</p> <p>Superb talent! My master! The dog trainer! I was amazed.</p> @@ -4835,7 +4786,7 @@ Italian.</p> <p>I thought he was going to give me a blow, but he let his raised hand fall to his side.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_162" id="Page_162">[Pg 162]</a></span></p><p>"A louis," he said, as though he were coming out of a dream. "Ah, yes, +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_162">[Pg 162]</a></span></p><p>"A louis," he said, as though he were coming out of a dream. "Ah, yes, poor Pretty-Heart. I had forgotten him. Let us go back to the little creature at once."</p> @@ -4855,11 +4806,11 @@ room. I turned to him.</p> you away from Mrs. Milligan. I am punished. Zerbino, Dulcie, and now Pretty-Heart and ... this is not the end!"</p> -<hr /> +<hr > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_163" id="Page_163">[Pg 163]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_163">[Pg 163]</a></span></p> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XV" id="CHAPTER_XV"></a>CHAPTER XV</h2> +<h2><a id="CHAPTER_XV"></a>CHAPTER XV</h2> <h3>FAITHFUL FRIENDS</h3> @@ -4881,7 +4832,7 @@ tongue on my hand. He licked me as much as to say, "Your friend, Capi, is here with you." Then I stroked him gently, without stopping. We understood each other; we loved each other.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_164" id="Page_164">[Pg 164]</a></span></p><p>On the slippery snow we went straight ahead, without stopping, sleeping +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_164">[Pg 164]</a></span></p><p>On the slippery snow we went straight ahead, without stopping, sleeping at night in a stable or in a sheepfold, with a piece of bread, alas, very small, for our meal in the evening. This was our dinner and supper in one.</p> @@ -4907,7 +4858,7 @@ his step to walk beside me.</p> <p>"Remi," he said suddenly, "we are going to part when we get to Paris."</p> <p>I looked at him. He looked at me. The sudden pallor of my face and the -trembling of my lips<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_165" id="Page_165">[Pg 165]</a></span> told him what effect his words had on me. For a +trembling of my lips<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_165">[Pg 165]</a></span> told him what effect his words had on me. For a moment I could not speak.</p> <p>"Going to part!" I murmured at last.</p> @@ -4938,7 +4889,7 @@ getting nearer to each other."</p> <p>"No, certainly not. What would you do in the big city, all by yourself, poor child. I have no right to leave you, remember that. The day when I would not let that good lady take you and bring you up as her son, that -day I bound myself to do<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_166" id="Page_166">[Pg 166]</a></span> the best I could for you. I can do nothing at +day I bound myself to do<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_166">[Pg 166]</a></span> the best I could for you. I can do nothing at this moment, and that is why I think it is best to part. It is only for a time. We can do better if we separate during the last months of the bad season. What can we do in Paris with all gone but Capi?"</p> @@ -4966,7 +4917,7 @@ children that he has, and you will play your harp...."</p> violin lessons to the Italian children who play on the streets. I have only to say that I will give lessons to find all the pupils I want. And, in the meantime, I will train two dogs that will replace poor Zerbino -and Dulcie.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_167" id="Page_167">[Pg 167]</a></span> Then in the spring we will be together again, my little +and Dulcie.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_167">[Pg 167]</a></span> Then in the spring we will be together again, my little Remi. We are only passing through a bad time now; later, I will take you through Germany and England, then you will grow big and your mind will develop. I will teach you a lot of things and make a man of you. I @@ -4993,7 +4944,7 @@ have a family? Always alone in this great world! Nobody's boy!</p> <p>Vitalis had asked me to be brave. I did not wish to add to his sorrows, but it was hard, so hard, to leave him.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_168" id="Page_168">[Pg 168]</a></span></p><p>As we walked down a dirty street, with heaps of snow on either side +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_168">[Pg 168]</a></span></p><p>As we walked down a dirty street, with heaps of snow on either side covered with cinders and rotten vegetables, I asked: "Where are we?"</p> <p>"In Paris, my boy."</p> @@ -5002,11 +4953,11 @@ covered with cinders and rotten vegetables, I asked: "Where are we?"</p> dressed people. Was this Paris! Was I to spend the winter in a place like this, parted from Vitalis and Capi?</p> -<hr /> +<hr > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_169" id="Page_169">[Pg 169]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_169">[Pg 169]</a></span></p> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XVI" id="CHAPTER_XVI"></a>CHAPTER XVI</h2> +<h2><a id="CHAPTER_XVI"></a>CHAPTER XVI</h2> <h3>THE PADRONE</h3> @@ -5034,7 +4985,7 @@ the top of the stairs; it faces you."</p> <p>"Garofoli is the <i>padrone</i>, Remi, I told you about," said Vitalis; "this is where he lives."</p> -<p>The street, the house, the staircase was not in<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_170" id="Page_170">[Pg 170]</a></span> the nature to reassure +<p>The street, the house, the staircase was not in<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_170">[Pg 170]</a></span> the nature to reassure me. What would this new master be like?</p> <p>Without knocking, Vitalis pushed open the door at the top of the stairs, @@ -5064,7 +5015,7 @@ hopelessness. His large eyes held your own with sympathy.</p> <p>"Quite sure, Signor. That will be dinner time, and no one ever serves dinner but Signor Garofoli."</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_171" id="Page_171">[Pg 171]</a></span></p><p>"Well, if he comes in before, tell him that Vitalis will be back in two +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_171">[Pg 171]</a></span></p><p>"Well, if he comes in before, tell him that Vitalis will be back in two hours."</p> <p>"Very well, Signor."</p> @@ -5101,7 +5052,7 @@ saucepan on one side with a hinge and on the other with a padlock.</p> <p>"Why is that closed with a padlock?" I asked, inquisitively.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_172" id="Page_172">[Pg 172]</a></span></p><p>"So that I shan't take any of the soup. I have to look after it, but +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_172">[Pg 172]</a></span></p><p>"So that I shan't take any of the soup. I have to look after it, but the boss doesn't trust me."</p> <p>I could not help smiling.</p> @@ -5129,7 +5080,7 @@ Garofoli gave me two little white mice to show to the public and I had to bring him back thirty sous every night. As many sous as you are short a day, so many blows you get. It is hard to pick up thirty sous, but the blows are hard, too, especially when it's Garofoli who gives them. So I -did everything that I could to get the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_173" id="Page_173">[Pg 173]</a></span> money, but I was often short. +did everything that I could to get the<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_173">[Pg 173]</a></span> money, but I was often short. Nearly all the other boys had their money when they returned at night, but I scarcely ever had mine and Garofoli was mad! There is another boy here, who also shows mice, and he's taxed forty sous, and he brings that @@ -5159,7 +5110,7 @@ ways. Say, ain't it cold to-day?"</p> <p>"Awful cold."</p> <p>"I didn't get fat on begging," went on the boy. "I got so pale and then, -after a time, I often heard people say: 'That poor child is starving to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_174" id="Page_174">[Pg 174]</a></span> +after a time, I often heard people say: 'That poor child is starving to<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_174">[Pg 174]</a></span> death.' A suffering look does what good looks can't do. But you have to be very starved for that. They used to give me food. That was a good time for me, because Garofoli had stopped giving me blows just then to @@ -5185,7 +5136,7 @@ I'm sick. I want to be very ill."</p> ill, they take care of you or they let you die. If they let me die it will be all over, I shan't be hungry any more, and there'll be no more beatings. And they do say that when we die we go up and live with God. -Then, if<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_175" id="Page_175">[Pg 175]</a></span> I'm up there, I can look down on Mamma and Christina, and I +Then, if<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_175">[Pg 175]</a></span> I'm up there, I can look down on Mamma and Christina, and I can ask God not to let my little sister be unhappy. Also, if they send me to the Hospital, I shall be pleased."</p> @@ -5211,7 +5162,7 @@ though I had not the same reason for hiding the truth from him, I did not like to tell him how terrible he looked with his great glittering eyes, his hollow cheeks, and his bloodless lips.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_176" id="Page_176">[Pg 176]</a></span></p><p>"I should think you're ill enough to go to the hospital," I said.</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_176">[Pg 176]</a></span></p><p>"I should think you're ill enough to go to the hospital," I said.</p> <p>"At last!"</p> @@ -5244,7 +5195,7 @@ under his arm and a big piece of wood in his hand.</p> <p>"Give it me for the fire; the soup'll be better."</p> <p>"Do you think I brought it for the soup? I've only made thirty-six sous -to-day and I thought this<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_177" id="Page_177">[Pg 177]</a></span> bit of wood might save me a beating. It's to +to-day and I thought this<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_177">[Pg 177]</a></span> bit of wood might save me a beating. It's to make up for the four sous I'm short."</p> <p>"You'll have to pay. Each in his turn."</p> @@ -5278,7 +5229,7 @@ Italian?"</p> <p>"No, I'm French."</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_178" id="Page_178">[Pg 178]</a></span></p><p>The moment Garofoli entered the room two small boys took their places, +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_178">[Pg 178]</a></span></p><p>The moment Garofoli entered the room two small boys took their places, one on each side of him, and were waiting until he had finished speaking. Then one took his felt hat and placed it carefully on the bed, and the other brought forward a chair. They did this with the same @@ -5307,7 +5258,7 @@ burning; "now to business, my little angels. Bring the book, Mattia."</p> <p>"You owe me a sou from yesterday; you promised to bring it to-day. How much have you brought?"</p> -<p>The child hesitated for a long time, his face<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_179" id="Page_179">[Pg 179]</a></span> showing distress, "I'm +<p>The child hesitated for a long time, his face<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_179">[Pg 179]</a></span> showing distress, "I'm one sou short," he said at last.</p> <p>"Ah, you're one sou short."</p> @@ -5342,7 +5293,7 @@ wood.</p> <p>"How much are you short, you there?" demanded Garofoli.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_180" id="Page_180">[Pg 180]</a></span></p><p>"It's not my fault."</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_180">[Pg 180]</a></span></p><p>"It's not my fault."</p> <p>"And the one who says 'it's not my fault' will get an extra cut. How much is missing?"</p> @@ -5377,11 +5328,11 @@ dearie; you are working for your bread."</p> witness this chastisement.</p> <p>I, in my corner, trembled with indignation and fear. This was the man -who was going to be my<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_181" id="Page_181">[Pg 181]</a></span> master. If I did not bring him back the thirty +who was going to be my<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_181">[Pg 181]</a></span> master. If I did not bring him back the thirty or forty sous that he demanded of me, I should have to be whipped by Ricardo. Ah, I understood now how Mattia could speak of death so calmly.</p> -<div class="center"><a name="scan0398.jpg" id="scan0398.jpg"></a><img src="images/scan0398.jpg" width='471' height='700' alt="FOR EACH CRY YOU WILL RECEIVE ANOTHER SLASH" /></div> +<div class="center"><a id="scan0398.jpg"></a><img src="images/scan0398.jpg" alt="FOR EACH CRY YOU WILL RECEIVE ANOTHER SLASH" style="width: 471px; height: 700px"></div> <h4>"FOR EACH CRY YOU WILL RECEIVE ANOTHER SLASH."</h4> @@ -5412,7 +5363,7 @@ affection or gratitude you will keep silent. Go on, Ricardo."</p> <p>Thank God, I saw no more of this frightful torture, for at this moment the door was thrown open and Vitalis entered.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_182" id="Page_182">[Pg 182]</a></span></p><p>In a glance, he understood all. He had heard the shrieks while climbing +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_182">[Pg 182]</a></span></p><p>In a glance, he understood all. He had heard the shrieks while climbing the stairs. Running to Ricardo, he snatched the whip from him, then, wheeling round upon Garofoli, he stood before him with folded arms.</p> @@ -5446,7 +5397,7 @@ head in shame?"</p> <p>My master was silent. Shame! His shame! I was amazed, but before I had time to think, he had taken me by the hand.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_183" id="Page_183">[Pg 183]</a></span></p><p>"Come, Remi," he said. And he drew me to the door.</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_183">[Pg 183]</a></span></p><p>"Come, Remi," he said. And he drew me to the door.</p> <p>"Oh," cried Garofoli, now laughing, "I thought you wanted to talk to me, old fellow."</p> @@ -5458,11 +5409,11 @@ tightly by the hand. With what relief I followed him! I had escaped from that tyrant! If I had dared I would have thrown my arms around Vitalis' neck.</p> -<hr /> +<hr > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_184" id="Page_184">[Pg 184]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_184">[Pg 184]</a></span></p> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XVII" id="CHAPTER_XVII"></a>CHAPTER XVII</h2> +<h2><a id="CHAPTER_XVII"></a>CHAPTER XVII</h2> <h3>POOR VITALIS</h3> @@ -5491,7 +5442,7 @@ him."</p> <p>"Oh, you are so good!"</p> <p>"Perhaps in this old, hardened vagabond there is still a bit of the -young man's heart left. This<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_185" id="Page_185">[Pg 185]</a></span> old vagabond calculated shrewdly, but the +young man's heart left. This<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_185">[Pg 185]</a></span> old vagabond calculated shrewdly, but the young man still in him upset all.... Now, where to go?" he murmured.</p> <p>It was already late and the cold had increased. It was going to be a @@ -5522,7 +5473,7 @@ with frozen snow and he searched in vain. With drooping ears he trotted on to catch up with us.</p> <p>After the big streets, more alleys; after the alleys, more big streets; -we walked on, and on; the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_186" id="Page_186">[Pg 186]</a></span> few pedestrians that we met stared at us in +we walked on, and on; the<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_186">[Pg 186]</a></span> few pedestrians that we met stared at us in astonishment. Was it our costumes? Was it the tired way we plodded along which arrested their attention? The policemen that we passed turned round and followed us with a glance.</p> @@ -5549,7 +5500,7 @@ our clothing to our bodies. Fortunately, it was at our backs, but as the sleeves of my coat were all torn near the shoulders, it blew in and slipped along my arms, chilling me to the bone.</p> -<p>Although it was dark and the streets <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_187" id="Page_187">[Pg 187]</a></span>continually crossed each other, +<p>Although it was dark and the streets <span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_187">[Pg 187]</a></span>continually crossed each other, Vitalis walked like a man who knows his way, and was perfectly sure of his road. So I followed, feeling sure that we should not lose ourselves. Suddenly, he stopped.</p> @@ -5587,7 +5538,7 @@ going.</p> <p>"Let us walk for another five minutes and, if we do not see the trees, we will come back here. I might have made a mistake on the road."</p> -<p>Now that I knew that we had gone astray, I<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_188" id="Page_188">[Pg 188]</a></span> seemed to have no more +<p>Now that I knew that we had gone astray, I<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_188">[Pg 188]</a></span> seemed to have no more strength left. Vitalis pulled me by the arm.</p> <p>"Come, come."</p> @@ -5625,7 +5576,7 @@ nothing. I knew then that his sight was going.</p> <p>"What is that light to us?" he asked; "it is a lamp burning on the table of some worker, or it's near the bed of a dying person. We cannot go -and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_189" id="Page_189">[Pg 189]</a></span> knock at those doors. Away in the country, during the night, you +and<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_189">[Pg 189]</a></span> knock at those doors. Away in the country, during the night, you can ask hospitality, but so near Paris ... we must not expect hospitality here. Come."</p> @@ -5667,7 +5618,7 @@ hand."</p> <p>"Here is a wall."</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_190" id="Page_190">[Pg 190]</a></span></p><p>"No, it's a heap of stones."</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_190">[Pg 190]</a></span></p><p>"No, it's a heap of stones."</p> <p>"No, I am sure it's a wall."</p> @@ -5708,7 +5659,7 @@ Let us walk on. Can you still walk a bit further, my child."</p> <p>"Oh, but you?"</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_191" id="Page_191">[Pg 191]</a></span></p><p>"When I can go no farther, I shall fall down like an old horse."</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_191">[Pg 191]</a></span></p><p>"When I can go no farther, I shall fall down like an old horse."</p> <p>"Where shall we go?"</p> @@ -5737,7 +5688,7 @@ us go on."</p> <p>But he had more will than strength. After a moment he stopped again.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_192" id="Page_192">[Pg 192]</a></span></p><p>"I must rest a little," he said, feebly; "I can't go on."</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_192">[Pg 192]</a></span></p><p>"I must rest a little," he said, feebly; "I can't go on."</p> <p>There was a gate leading to a big garden. The wind had blown a lot of straw, that covered a manure heap near the gate, into the street.</p> @@ -5767,7 +5718,7 @@ Alas! it was the last.</p> tried to keep them open, but I could not. I pinched my arms, but there was no feeling in my flesh. On my legs, which were drawn up to my chest, Capi slept already. The wind blew the wisps of straw upon us like dried -leaves that fall from a tree. There was not<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_193" id="Page_193">[Pg 193]</a></span> a soul in the street, and +leaves that fall from a tree. There was not<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_193">[Pg 193]</a></span> a soul in the street, and around us was the silence of death.</p> <p>This silence frightened me. Of what was I afraid? I did not know, but a @@ -5783,11 +5734,11 @@ left Chavanon, and joined Arthur and Mrs. Milligan on the <i>Swan</i>. Then my eyes closed again, my heart seemed to grow heavy, and I remembered no more.</p> -<hr /> +<hr > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_194" id="Page_194">[Pg 194]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_194">[Pg 194]</a></span></p> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XVIII" id="CHAPTER_XVIII"></a>CHAPTER XVIII</h2> +<h2><a id="CHAPTER_XVIII"></a>CHAPTER XVIII</h2> <h3>NEW FRIENDS</h3> @@ -5814,7 +5765,7 @@ tell me the truth at once.</p> <p>They told me that my poor master was dead. The gardener, who lived on the grounds outside of which we had fallen exhausted, had found us early -the next morning, when he and his son were <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_195" id="Page_195">[Pg 195]</a></span>starting off with their +the next morning, when he and his son were <span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_195">[Pg 195]</a></span>starting off with their vegetables and flowers to the markets. They found us lying, huddled together in the snow, with a little covering of their straw over us. Vitalis was already dead, and I should have died but Capi had crept up @@ -5844,7 +5795,7 @@ display of grief. The more he moaned, the more they had laughed.</p> <p>The gardener and his children left me alone. Not knowing quite what to do or what I was going to do, I got up and dressed. My harp had been placed at the foot of the bed upon which I was lying. I passed the strap -over my shoulder and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_196" id="Page_196">[Pg 196]</a></span> went into the room where the family were. I should +over my shoulder and<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_196">[Pg 196]</a></span> went into the room where the family were. I should have to go, but where? While in bed I had not felt very weak, but now I could scarcely stand; I was obliged to hold on to a chair to keep from falling. The odor of the soup was too much for me. I was reminded @@ -5872,7 +5823,7 @@ had been able.</p> <p>"Take it, my boy," he said. "What Lise gives is given with a kind heart. There is more if you want more."</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_197" id="Page_197">[Pg 197]</a></span></p><p>If I want more! The bowl of soup was swallowed in a few seconds. When I +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_197">[Pg 197]</a></span></p><p>If I want more! The bowl of soup was swallowed in a few seconds. When I put down the soup, Lise, who had remained standing before me, heaved a little sigh of content. Then she took my bowl and held it out to her father to have it refilled, and when it was full she brought it to me @@ -5908,7 +5859,7 @@ had any supper the night before.</p> <p>"No."</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_198" id="Page_198">[Pg 198]</a></span></p><p>"Where do you live?"</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_198">[Pg 198]</a></span></p><p>"Where do you live?"</p> <p>"We hadn't any home. We only got to the city yesterday."</p> @@ -5938,7 +5889,7 @@ father was delighted. When the waltz was finished the child came and made me a pretty curtsy. I would have played for her all day, but the father thought she had danced enough so, instead, I sang the Neapolitan song that Vitalis had taught me. Lise stood opposite me, moving her lips -as though repeating the words. Then, suddenly, she turned<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_199" id="Page_199">[Pg 199]</a></span> round and +as though repeating the words. Then, suddenly, she turned<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_199">[Pg 199]</a></span> round and threw herself into her father's arms, crying.</p> <p>"That's enough music," said the father.</p> @@ -5967,7 +5918,7 @@ Lise jumped off her father's knee and came up and took my hand.</p> <p>"Well, what do you say, boy?" asked the father.</p> <p>A family! I should have a family. I should not be alone. The man I had -lived with for several years, who had been almost a father to me, was<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_200" id="Page_200">[Pg 200]</a></span> +lived with for several years, who had been almost a father to me, was<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_200">[Pg 200]</a></span> dead, and dear, good Capi, my companion and friend, whom I loved so much, was lost. I had thought that all was over for me, and here was this good man offering to take me into his family. Life would begin @@ -5991,7 +5942,7 @@ Lise, the youngest of the family.</p> <p>Lise was dumb. She was not born dumb, but just before her fourth birthday, through an illness, she had lost the power of speech. This -affliction, fortunately, had not impaired her intelligence;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_201" id="Page_201">[Pg 201]</a></span> quite the +affliction, fortunately, had not impaired her intelligence;<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_201">[Pg 201]</a></span> quite the contrary, her intelligence was developed to an extraordinary degree. She seemed to understand everything. And her sweet, pretty ways made her adored by the family.</p> @@ -6022,7 +5973,7 @@ and his whole body trembling, he licked my face.</p> <p>My question was understood.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_202" id="Page_202">[Pg 202]</a></span></p><p>"Well, Capi will remain with you, of course," said the father.</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_202">[Pg 202]</a></span></p><p>"Well, Capi will remain with you, of course," said the father.</p> <p>As though he knew what we were saying, the dog jumped to the ground and putting his paw straight on his heart, he bowed. It made the children @@ -6051,7 +6002,7 @@ husband.</p> <p>"And now?..." inquired the commissioner.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_203" id="Page_203">[Pg 203]</a></span></p><p>"We are going to take care of him," interrupted my new friend; "that +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_203">[Pg 203]</a></span></p><p>"We are going to take care of him," interrupted my new friend; "that is, if you will let us."</p> <p>The commissioner was willing to confide me to his care and complimented @@ -6081,7 +6032,7 @@ him about Vitalis.</p> Balzini, and if you had lived thirty-five or forty years ago in Italy, that name alone would tell you all you want to know. Carlo Balzini was the greatest singer of the day. He sang in Naples, Rome, Milan, Venice, -Florence,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_204" id="Page_204">[Pg 204]</a></span> London and Paris. Then came the time when he lost his +Florence,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_204">[Pg 204]</a></span> London and Paris. Then came the time when he lost his magnificent voice, and as he could not be the greatest of singers, he would not dim his fame by singing on cheaper stages unworthy of his great reputation. Instead he preferred to hide himself from the world @@ -6094,11 +6045,11 @@ matter of chance that I learned his secret."</p> <p>Poor Carlo Balzini; dear, dear Vitalis!</p> -<hr /> +<hr > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_205" id="Page_205">[Pg 205]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_205">[Pg 205]</a></span></p> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XIX" id="CHAPTER_XIX"></a>CHAPTER XIX</h2> +<h2><a id="CHAPTER_XIX"></a>CHAPTER XIX</h2> <h3>DISASTER</h3> @@ -6120,7 +6071,7 @@ the other people I met. It seemed surprising that she could live in our life; in my boyish imagination I could picture her flying away with big white wings to a more beautiful world.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_206" id="Page_206">[Pg 206]</a></span></p><p>I was ill for a very long time. At night, when I was almost +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_206">[Pg 206]</a></span></p><p>I was ill for a very long time. At night, when I was almost suffocating, I had to have some one to sit up with me; then Alexix and Benny would take turns. At last I was convalescent, and then it was Lise who replaced Etiennette and walked with me down by the river. Of course @@ -6144,7 +6095,7 @@ cleverest florists round about Paris. After the wall flower season was over other flowers replaced them.</p> <p>For many weeks we had been working very hard, as the season promised to -be an especially good one. We had not even taken a rest on Sunday, but<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_207" id="Page_207">[Pg 207]</a></span> +be an especially good one. We had not even taken a rest on Sunday, but<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_207">[Pg 207]</a></span> as all the flowers were now perfect and ready for the approaching season, it was decided that, for a reward, we were all to go and have dinner on Sunday, August 5th, with one of M. Acquin's friends, who was @@ -6177,7 +6128,7 @@ storm."</p> <p>"If the wind rises, all the glasses will be upset."</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_208" id="Page_208">[Pg 208]</a></span></p><p>We all knew the value of those glass frames and what they mean to a +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_208">[Pg 208]</a></span></p><p>We all knew the value of those glass frames and what they mean to a florist. It would be terrible for us if the wind broke ours.</p> <p>"I'll hurry ahead with Benny and Alexix," the father said. "Remi can @@ -6202,7 +6153,7 @@ big gateway.</p> hailstones were as large as pigeon eggs; as they fell they made a deafening sound, and every now and again we could hear the crash of broken glass. With the hailstones, as they slid from the roofs to the -street, fell all sorts<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_209" id="Page_209">[Pg 209]</a></span> of things, pieces of slate, chimney pots, tiles, +street, fell all sorts<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_209">[Pg 209]</a></span> of things, pieces of slate, chimney pots, tiles, etc.</p> <p>"Oh, the glass frames!" cried Etiennette.</p> @@ -6231,7 +6182,7 @@ commenced. It lasted perhaps six minutes. The clouds swept over Paris and we were able to leave our shelter. The hailstones were thick on the ground. Lise could not walk in them in her thin shoes, so I took her on my back and carried her. Her pretty face, which was so bright when going -to the party, was<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_210" id="Page_210">[Pg 210]</a></span> now grief-stricken and the tears rolled down her +to the party, was<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_210">[Pg 210]</a></span> now grief-stricken and the tears rolled down her cheeks.</p> <p>Before long we reached the house. The big gates were open and we went @@ -6257,7 +6208,7 @@ himself. The man who had sold him the ground had also lent him the money to buy the necessary materials required by a florist. The amount was payable in yearly payments for fifteen years. The man was only waiting for an occasion when the florist would be late in payment to take back -the ground, house, <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_211" id="Page_211">[Pg 211]</a></span>material; keeping, of course, the ten-year payments +the ground, house, <span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_211">[Pg 211]</a></span>material; keeping, of course, the ten-year payments that he had already received.</p> <p>This was a speculation on the man's part, for he had hoped that before @@ -6286,7 +6237,7 @@ us. One evening the father returned home more depressed than usual.</p> <p>"Children," he said, "it is all over."</p> -<p>I was about to leave the room, for I felt that he<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_212" id="Page_212">[Pg 212]</a></span> had something serious +<p>I was about to leave the room, for I felt that he<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_212">[Pg 212]</a></span> had something serious to say to his children. He signed to me to stop.</p> <p>"You are one of the family, Remi," he said sadly, "and although you are @@ -6318,7 +6269,7 @@ should be done for the best."</p> <p>It was the first time that I had written a letter, and this was a very painful one, but we still had a ray of hope. We were very ignorant -children and the fact that Aunt Catherine was coming, and that<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_213" id="Page_213">[Pg 213]</a></span> she was +children and the fact that Aunt Catherine was coming, and that<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_213">[Pg 213]</a></span> she was practical, made us hope that everything could be made right. But she did not come as soon as we had hoped. A few days later the father had just left the house to call on one of his friends, when he met the police @@ -6344,7 +6295,7 @@ to say.</p> <p>Aunt Catherine arrived an hour later. We were still crying bitterly. For a country woman who had no education or money, the responsibility that had fallen upon her was heavy. A family of destitute children, the -eldest not yet sixteen, the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_214" id="Page_214">[Pg 214]</a></span> youngest a dumb girl. Aunt Catherine had +eldest not yet sixteen, the<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_214">[Pg 214]</a></span> youngest a dumb girl. Aunt Catherine had been a nurse in a lawyer's family; she at once called upon this man to ask his advice, and it was he who decided our fate. When she returned from the lawyer's, she told us what had been arranged. Lise was to go @@ -6376,7 +6327,7 @@ expression that said more than words.</p> live with us, but we can't always get what we want. You're my niece, and if my man makes a face when I take you home, all I've to tell him is that you're a relation, and I'm going to have you with me. It will be -like<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_215" id="Page_215">[Pg 215]</a></span> that with your other uncles and aunts. They will take a relation, +like<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_215">[Pg 215]</a></span> that with your other uncles and aunts. They will take a relation, but not strangers."</p> <p>I felt there was nothing to say. What she said was only too true. I was @@ -6405,7 +6356,7 @@ to-morrow?" asked Etiennette.</p> <p>"I don't want a job. If I take a job I shall have to stay in Paris, and I shan't see you again. I'm going to put on my sheepskin and take my -harp, and go first to one place and then to another where<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_216" id="Page_216">[Pg 216]</a></span> you are all +harp, and go first to one place and then to another where<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_216">[Pg 216]</a></span> you are all going to live. I shall see you all one after the other, and I'll carry the news from one to the other, so you'll all be in touch. I haven't forgotten my songs nor my dance music, and I'll get enough money to @@ -6440,7 +6391,7 @@ her brothers and sister.</p> <p>"You want me first to go to Varses, then Esnandes and then Saint-Quentin?"</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_217" id="Page_217">[Pg 217]</a></span></p><p>She smiled and nodded, pleased that I understood.</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_217">[Pg 217]</a></span></p><p>She smiled and nodded, pleased that I understood.</p> <p>"Why?"</p> @@ -6468,7 +6419,7 @@ be so pleased if you will."</p> <p>Of the five of us, Alexix was the only one who cared very much for money. We always made fun of his greed; he saved up sou by sou, counting his hoard continually, he was always very proud when he had a brand new -piece. His offer touched<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_218" id="Page_218">[Pg 218]</a></span> me to the heart; I wanted to refuse, but he +piece. His offer touched<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_218">[Pg 218]</a></span> me to the heart; I wanted to refuse, but he insisted, and slipped a shiny silver piece into my hand. I knew that his friendship for me must be very strong if he were willing to share his treasure with me.</p> @@ -6498,7 +6449,7 @@ garden. They all got into the cab. I lifted Lise onto her aunt's lap. I stood there half dazed, then the aunt gently pushed me away and closed the door. They were off.</p> -<p>Through a mist I watched Lise as she leaned<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_219" id="Page_219">[Pg 219]</a></span> out of the window waving +<p>Through a mist I watched Lise as she leaned<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_219">[Pg 219]</a></span> out of the window waving her hand to me, then the cab sharply turned the corner of the street and all I could see was a cloud of dust.</p> @@ -6535,11 +6486,11 @@ the stay had done me good. It had given me strength and I had made dear friends. I was not now alone in the world, and I had an object in life, to be useful and give pleasure to those I loved.</p> -<hr /> +<hr > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_220" id="Page_220">[Pg 220]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_220">[Pg 220]</a></span></p> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XX" id="CHAPTER_XX"></a>CHAPTER XX</h2> +<h2><a id="CHAPTER_XX"></a>CHAPTER XX</h2> <h3>MATTIA</h3> @@ -6561,7 +6512,7 @@ him now that I was alone.</p> <p>I did not dare walk across Paris with Capi running at my heels. I was afraid that a policeman would stop and question me. My greatest fear was -the police. I tied a string to Capi's collar.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_221" id="Page_221">[Pg 221]</a></span> I was loath to do this, +the police. I tied a string to Capi's collar.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_221">[Pg 221]</a></span> I was loath to do this, for I knew that it hurt his self-respect, but it had to be, and in this humiliating manner I dragged him along to the Clichy prison, where M. Acquin was serving his sentence. For some moments I looked in a sort of @@ -6594,7 +6545,7 @@ wandering life."</p> <p>"And if I do what you ask I should be thinking of myself and not of you ... of Lise."</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_222" id="Page_222">[Pg 222]</a></span></p><p>This time he looked at me for several seconds, then he suddenly took +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_222">[Pg 222]</a></span></p><p>This time he looked at me for several seconds, then he suddenly took both my hands.</p> <p>"You have a heart, and I will not say another word, my boy. God will @@ -6624,7 +6575,7 @@ object in my pocket. My watch!</p> <p>All my grief was forgotten for the moment. My watch! My very own watch by which I could tell the time. I pulled it out to see the hour. Midday! It was a matter of small importance whether it was midday, ten o'clock -or two o'clock. Yet, I was very pleased that it was midday. It<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_223" id="Page_223">[Pg 223]</a></span> would +or two o'clock. Yet, I was very pleased that it was midday. It<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_223">[Pg 223]</a></span> would have been hard to say why, but such was the case. I knew that it was midday; my watch told me so. What an affair! It seemed to me that a watch was a sort of confidential friend of whom one could ask advice and @@ -6656,7 +6607,7 @@ I had not counted upon.</p> <p>Forward march, children!</p> -<p>I took one last look at the prison, behind the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_224" id="Page_224">[Pg 224]</a></span> walls of which little +<p>I took one last look at the prison, behind the<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_224">[Pg 224]</a></span> walls of which little Lise's father was shut, then went on my way.</p> <p>The thing I needed most of all was a map of France. Knowing that in the @@ -6684,7 +6635,7 @@ I used to suffer with my head then."</p> <p>He glanced round before replying, then lowering his voice he said: "Garofoli is in prison. They took him because he beat Orlando to death."</p> -<p>I was shocked at this. I was pleased to hear<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_225" id="Page_225">[Pg 225]</a></span> that they had put Garofoli +<p>I was shocked at this. I was pleased to hear<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_225">[Pg 225]</a></span> that they had put Garofoli in prison, and for the first time I thought the prisons, which inspired me with so much horror, had their use.</p> @@ -6716,7 +6667,7 @@ roll, which I offered him. He devoured it in a moment.</p> <p>"Now," I said, "what do you want to do?"</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_226" id="Page_226">[Pg 226]</a></span></p><p>"I don't know. I was trying to sell my violin when you spoke to me, and +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_226">[Pg 226]</a></span></p><p>"I don't know. I was trying to sell my violin when you spoke to me, and I would have sold it before, if I hadn't hated to part with it. My violin is all I have and when I'm sad, I find a spot where I can be alone and play to myself. Then I see all sorts of beautiful things in @@ -6755,7 +6706,7 @@ me; I shall die of hunger!"</p> would be to die of hunger.</p> <p>"I can play the violin, and I can dislocate," said Mattia breathlessly. -"I can dance on the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_227" id="Page_227">[Pg 227]</a></span> tight rope, I can sing, I'll do anything you like. +"I can dance on the<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_227">[Pg 227]</a></span> tight rope, I can sing, I'll do anything you like. I'll be your servant; I'll obey you. I don't ask for money; food only. And if I do badly, you can beat me, that is understood. All that I ask is, that you won't strike me on the head; that also must be understood, @@ -6785,7 +6736,7 @@ helps the other. The one who has it gives to the one who hasn't."</p> <p>I left Paris by this route because I wanted to see Mother Barberin. How many times I had wanted to write to her and tell her that I thought of -her, and that I loved her with all my heart, but<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_228" id="Page_228">[Pg 228]</a></span> the horrible fear of +her, and that I loved her with all my heart, but<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_228">[Pg 228]</a></span> the horrible fear of Barberin restrained me. If Barberin found me by means of my letter, he might take me and sell me to another man. He probably had the right to do so. I preferred that Mother Barberin should think that I was an @@ -6814,7 +6765,7 @@ slightly used.</p> <p>"I've only got my violin."</p> <p>"Well, we'll go shares, now we're chums; you'll have two shirts, two -pairs of socks, and three <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_229" id="Page_229">[Pg 229]</a></span>handkerchiefs, but as it's only fair that we +pairs of socks, and three <span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_229">[Pg 229]</a></span>handkerchiefs, but as it's only fair that we go shares in everything, you'll carry my bag for one hour and I'll carry it for another."</p> @@ -6846,7 +6797,7 @@ how you play the violin."</p> <p>He began to play, while I boldly stuck the points of my scissors into my trousers a little above the knee. I commenced to cut the cloth.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_230" id="Page_230">[Pg 230]</a></span></p><p>Yet, however, they were a beautiful pair of gray cloth trousers, with +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_230">[Pg 230]</a></span></p><p>Yet, however, they were a beautiful pair of gray cloth trousers, with vest and coat to match, and I had been so proud of them when M. Acquin had given them to me, but I did not consider that I was spoiling them by shortening them, quite the contrary.</p> @@ -6879,7 +6830,7 @@ worthy of each other.</p> <p>We had to stop at the first village to give a performance. It was to be the "First appearance of Remi's Company."</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_231" id="Page_231">[Pg 231]</a></span></p><p>"Teach me your song," said Mattia; "we'll sing it together, and I'll +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_231">[Pg 231]</a></span></p><p>"Teach me your song," said Mattia; "we'll sing it together, and I'll soon be able to accompany you on the violin. That'll be pretty."</p> <p>Certainly, that would be pretty, and the "distinguished audience" would @@ -6910,7 +6861,7 @@ our places up in a wagon.</p> <p>"Yes."</p> <p>He struck a few notes on his violin. By luck I knew the air. We were -saved. Although Mattia<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_232" id="Page_232">[Pg 232]</a></span> and I had never played together, we did not do +saved. Although Mattia<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_232">[Pg 232]</a></span> and I had never played together, we did not do badly. It is true the people had not much ear for music.</p> <p>"Can one of you play the cornet?" asked the big man with the red face.</p> @@ -6938,7 +6889,7 @@ franc piece in the cap. The cap was full of silver coins. What a fortune!</p> <p>We were invited to supper, and they gave us a place to sleep in the hay -loft. The next day when<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_233" id="Page_233">[Pg 233]</a></span> we left this hospitable farm we had a capital +loft. The next day when<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_233">[Pg 233]</a></span> we left this hospitable farm we had a capital of twenty-eight francs!</p> <p>"I owe this to you, Mattia," I said, after we had counted it; "I could @@ -6967,7 +6918,7 @@ would lead it by a rope, right into Mother Barberin's yard.</p> <p>"A cow!" she would say; "you've made a mistake, my boy," and she would sigh.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_234" id="Page_234">[Pg 234]</a></span></p><p>"No, I haven't," Mattia would answer; "you're Mother Barberin of +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_234">[Pg 234]</a></span></p><p>"No, I haven't," Mattia would answer; "you're Mother Barberin of Chevanon, aren't you? Well, the prince (like in fairy tales) has sent you this as a present."</p> @@ -6996,7 +6947,7 @@ landlady.</p> <p>"This little musician wants to know how much a cow costs, not a very large one, but a very healthy one that'll give plenty of milk!"</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_235" id="Page_235">[Pg 235]</a></span></p><p>Every one laughed. I didn't care, though.</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_235">[Pg 235]</a></span></p><p>Every one laughed. I didn't care, though.</p> <p>"Yes, she must give good milk and not eat too much," I said.</p> @@ -7020,11 +6971,11 @@ act the fairy tale, "The Prince's Cow."</p> <p>I told Mattia of my plan and he raised no objections.</p> -<hr /> +<hr > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_236" id="Page_236">[Pg 236]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_236">[Pg 236]</a></span></p> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXI" id="CHAPTER_XXI"></a>CHAPTER XXI</h2> +<h2><a id="CHAPTER_XXI"></a>CHAPTER XXI</h2> <h3>MEETING OLD FRIENDS</h3> @@ -7049,7 +7000,7 @@ cloud of smoke.</p> whether he lived in the town itself or outside. I simply knew that he worked in a mine called the "Truyère."</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_237" id="Page_237">[Pg 237]</a></span></p><p>Upon entering the town I asked where this mine was situated, and I was +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_237">[Pg 237]</a></span></p><p>Upon entering the town I asked where this mine was situated, and I was directed to the left bank of the river Divonne, in a little dale, traversed by a ravine, after which the mine had been named. This dale is as unattractive as the town.</p> @@ -7080,7 +7031,7 @@ ashamed of this reception, for I felt that Mattia would wonder what it meant. Why should we have tramped so many miles for this.</p> <p>It seemed to me that Mattia would have a poor idea of my friends, and -that when I should speak<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_238" id="Page_238">[Pg 238]</a></span> to him of Lise he would not listen to me with +that when I should speak<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_238">[Pg 238]</a></span> to him of Lise he would not listen to me with the same interest. And I wanted him very much to like Lise. The cold welcome that the aunt had given us did not encourage me to return to the house, so at a little before six o'clock, Mattia, Capi, and I went to @@ -7103,7 +7054,7 @@ had raced with me down the garden paths in his clean shirt, turned up to the elbows, and his collar thrown open, showing his White skin.</p> <p>"It's Remi," he cried, turning to a man of about forty years, who walked -near him, and who had a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_239" id="Page_239">[Pg 239]</a></span> kind, frank face like M. Acquin. This was not +near him, and who had a<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_239">[Pg 239]</a></span> kind, frank face like M. Acquin. This was not surprising, considering that they were brothers. I knew that this was Uncle Gaspard.</p> @@ -7135,7 +7086,7 @@ for a reply.</p> <p>When we arrived at the house, Uncle Gaspard invited us to supper; never did an invitation give me such pleasure, for I had wondered as we -walked<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_240" id="Page_240">[Pg 240]</a></span> along if we should have to part at the door, the aunt's welcome +walked<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_240">[Pg 240]</a></span> along if we should have to part at the door, the aunt's welcome not having given us much hope.</p> <p>"Here's Remi and his friend," said the father, entering the house.</p> @@ -7165,7 +7116,7 @@ can stay here with Alexix. We'll get a job for Mattia also, but not in playing the cornet, oh no."</p> <p>I had no intention of staying at Varses; there was something else I had -set myself to do. I was<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_241" id="Page_241">[Pg 241]</a></span> about to leave the town without my curiosity +set myself to do. I was<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_241">[Pg 241]</a></span> about to leave the town without my curiosity being satisfied when circumstances came about in which I learned, in all their horror, the dangers to which the miners are exposed.</p> @@ -7191,7 +7142,7 @@ had found leaning up against the church; much less was he the monster whom I had seen for the first time in Garofoli's attic, looking after the soup, and from time to time clasping his hands over his poor aching head. Mattia never had a headache now. He was never unhappy, neither was -he thin or sad. The beautiful sun and the fresh air had given him<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_242" id="Page_242">[Pg 242]</a></span> +he thin or sad. The beautiful sun and the fresh air had given him<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_242">[Pg 242]</a></span> health and spirits. On our tramps he was always laughing and in a good humor, seeing the best side of everything, amused at anything, happy at nothing. How lonely I would have been without him!</p> @@ -7216,18 +7167,18 @@ far down the gallery I instinctively looked back, but the daylight at the end of the long black tube looked like a white globe,—like the moon in a dark, starless sky. Soon the big, black pit yawned before us. Down below I could see the swaying lamps of other miners as they descended -the ladder. We reached<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_243" id="Page_243">[Pg 243]</a></span> the stall where Uncle Gaspard worked on the +the ladder. We reached<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_243">[Pg 243]</a></span> the stall where Uncle Gaspard worked on the second level. All those employed in pushing the cars were young boys, with the exception of one whom they called Professor. He was an old man who, in his younger days had worked as a carpenter in the mine but through an accident, which had crushed his fingers, had been obliged to give up his trade. I was soon to learn what it meant to be a miner.</p> -<hr /> +<hr > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_244" id="Page_244">[Pg 244]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_244">[Pg 244]</a></span></p> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXII" id="CHAPTER_XXII"></a>CHAPTER XXII</h2> +<h2><a id="CHAPTER_XXII"></a>CHAPTER XXII</h2> <h3>IMPRISONED IN A MINE</h3> @@ -7258,7 +7209,7 @@ rapidly.</p> <p>"You go first," said the old man when we reached the ladder.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_245" id="Page_245">[Pg 245]</a></span></p><p>We were not in a position to show politeness. Uncle Gaspard went first, +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_245">[Pg 245]</a></span></p><p>We were not in a position to show politeness. Uncle Gaspard went first, I followed, then came the professor. Before we had reached the top of the ladder a rush of water fell, extinguishing our lamps.</p> @@ -7286,7 +7237,7 @@ was to make fun of him, but the strongest man there had lost his nerve and it was the voice of the old man, whom they had mocked so often, that they were now ready to obey. A lamp was handed to him. He seized it and dragged me along with him, taking the lead. He, more than any man, knew -every nook and corner<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_246" id="Page_246">[Pg 246]</a></span> of the mine. The water was up to my waist. The +every nook and corner<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_246">[Pg 246]</a></span> of the mine. The water was up to my waist. The professor led us to the nearest airshaft. Two miners refused to enter, saying that we were throwing ourselves into a blind alley. They continued along the gallery and we never saw them again.</p> @@ -7316,7 +7267,7 @@ professor, Uncle Gaspard, three miners, Pages, Comperou and Bergounhoux, and a car pusher named Carrory, and myself.</p> <p>The noise in the mine continued with the same violence; there are no -words with which to <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_247" id="Page_247">[Pg 247]</a></span>describe the horrible uproar. It seemed to us that +words with which to <span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_247">[Pg 247]</a></span>describe the horrible uproar. It seemed to us that our last hour had come. Mad with fear, we gazed at one another, questioningly.</p> @@ -7346,7 +7297,7 @@ flame in your lamps, how short it is now."</p> <p>"I am not trying to be a wizard, but we shan't be drowned. We are in a bell of air, and it is this compressed air which stops the water from rising. This airshaft, without an outlet, is doing for us what the -diving bell does for the diver. The air<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_248" id="Page_248">[Pg 248]</a></span> has accumulated in the shaft +diving bell does for the diver. The air<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_248">[Pg 248]</a></span> has accumulated in the shaft and now resists the water, which ebbs back."</p> <p>"It is the foul air that we have to fear.... The water is not rising a @@ -7379,7 +7330,7 @@ shrieking:</p> <p>The air was heavy to breathe; I felt suffocated; there was a buzzing in my ears. I was afraid, afraid of the water, the darkness, and death. -The<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_249" id="Page_249">[Pg 249]</a></span> silence oppressed me, the uneven, jagged walls of our place of +The<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_249">[Pg 249]</a></span> silence oppressed me, the uneven, jagged walls of our place of refuge seemed as though they would fall and crush me beneath their weight. Should I never see Lise again, and Arthur, and Mrs. Milligan, and dear old Mattia. Would they be able to make little Lise understand @@ -7405,7 +7356,7 @@ off the water."</p> accomplish this task. All realized that we should have to remain at least eight days in our tomb. Eight days! I had heard of miners being imprisoned for twenty-four days, but that was in a story and this was -reality. When I was able to fully grasp what this meant,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_250" id="Page_250">[Pg 250]</a></span> I paid no heed +reality. When I was able to fully grasp what this meant,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_250">[Pg 250]</a></span> I paid no heed to the talk around me. I was stunned.</p> <p>Again there was silence. All were plunged in thought. How long we @@ -7439,7 +7390,7 @@ us all," he said.</p> <p>Carrory's boot was handed to me, and I prepared to slip down the bank.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_251" id="Page_251">[Pg 251]</a></span></p><p>"Wait a minute," said the professor; "let me give you a hand."</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_251">[Pg 251]</a></span></p><p>"Wait a minute," said the professor; "let me give you a hand."</p> <p>"Oh, but it's all right, professor," I replied; "if I fall in I can swim."</p> @@ -7469,7 +7420,7 @@ shoulder.</p> <p>Saved! neither one nor the other was saved. For I did not know which way to swim.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_252" id="Page_252">[Pg 252]</a></span></p><p>"Speak out, you fellows!" I cried.</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_252">[Pg 252]</a></span></p><p>"Speak out, you fellows!" I cried.</p> <p>"Remi, where are you?"</p> @@ -7500,7 +7451,7 @@ I've got you, Remi."</p> <p>And I slept without fear, for I knew very well he would not let go of me.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_253" id="Page_253">[Pg 253]</a></span></p><p>We had no idea of time. We did not know if we had been there two days +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_253">[Pg 253]</a></span></p><p>We had no idea of time. We did not know if we had been there two days or six days. Opinions differed. We spoke no more of our deliverance. Death was in our hearts.</p> @@ -7530,7 +7481,7 @@ spite of his great strength.</p> <p>"To the water! To the water!" cried Pages and Bergounhoux, trying to get at the sinner, who was crouching behind the professor.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_254" id="Page_254">[Pg 254]</a></span></p><p>"If you want to throw him in the water, you'll throw me with him!"</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_254">[Pg 254]</a></span></p><p>"If you want to throw him in the water, you'll throw me with him!"</p> <p>"No! No!"</p> @@ -7565,7 +7516,7 @@ the boot. I got up to go and fetch some, but Pages, who had seen me, called to me to stop, and at the same moment Uncle Gaspard pulled me by the arm.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_255" id="Page_255">[Pg 255]</a></span></p><p>"We swore we would pay no attention to him," he said.</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_255">[Pg 255]</a></span></p><p>"We swore we would pay no attention to him," he said.</p> <p>For some minutes Comperou repeated that he was thirsty; seeing that we would not give him anything to drink, he rose up to go to the water @@ -7591,7 +7542,7 @@ was like an animal, was the most famished of all; he had cut up his other boot and was continually chewing the pieces of leather. Seeing what hunger had led us to, I must confess that I began to have terrible fears. Vitalis had often told me tales of men who had been shipwrecked. -In one story, a crew who had been<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_256" id="Page_256">[Pg 256]</a></span> shipwrecked on a desert island where +In one story, a crew who had been<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_256">[Pg 256]</a></span> shipwrecked on a desert island where there was nothing to eat, had eaten the ship's boy. Seeing my companions in such a famished state I wondered if that fate was to be mine. I knew that the professor and Uncle Gaspard would never eat me, but of Pages, @@ -7615,7 +7566,7 @@ vague and wild, and for long hours and perhaps days we laid there chattering to one another foolishly. After a time we became quieter and Bergounhoux said that before dying we should put down our last wishes. We lit a lamp and Bergounhoux wrote for us all, and we each signed the -paper. I gave my dog and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_257" id="Page_257">[Pg 257]</a></span> harp to Mattia and I expressed a wish for +paper. I gave my dog and<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_257">[Pg 257]</a></span> harp to Mattia and I expressed a wish for Alexix to go to Lise and kiss her for me, and give her the dried rose that was in my vest pocket. Dear little Lise....</p> @@ -7642,7 +7593,7 @@ clothes, I went into the water.</p> <p>I wondered if the space under the roof of the gallery was big enough for me to move freely. That was the question. After some strokes I found that I could swim if I went gently. I knew that there was a meeting of -galleries not far away,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_258" id="Page_258">[Pg 258]</a></span> but I had to be cautious, for if I made a +galleries not far away,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_258">[Pg 258]</a></span> but I had to be cautious, for if I made a mistake in the course I should lose my way. The roof and the walls of the gallery were not enough to guide me; on the ground there was a surer guide, the rails. If I followed them I should be sure to find the @@ -7670,7 +7621,7 @@ this cold, black water.</p> <p>Then, suddenly, I heard the sounds of voices again and I knew which way to turn. After having taken a dozen strokes back, I turned to the right, -then to the left, but only found the walls.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_259" id="Page_259">[Pg 259]</a></span> Where were the rails? I was +then to the left, but only found the walls.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_259">[Pg 259]</a></span> Where were the rails? I was sure now that I was in the right level, then I suddenly realized that the railroad had been carried away by the rush of waters, and that I had no guide. Under these circumstances it was impossible for me to carry @@ -7698,7 +7649,7 @@ professor huddled up against me to keep me warm.</p> <p>We knew now that our rescuers would soon reach us through the tunnel and by the water, but these last hours of our imprisonment were the hardest to bear. The blows from the picks continued, and the pumping had not -stopped for one moment. Strange, the nearer we reached the hour<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_260" id="Page_260">[Pg 260]</a></span> of our +stopped for one moment. Strange, the nearer we reached the hour<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_260">[Pg 260]</a></span> of our deliverance, the weaker we grew. I was lying in the coal dust trembling, but I was not cold. We were unable to speak.</p> @@ -7723,7 +7674,7 @@ passage down the center. It was a silent crowd, for they had been requested not to excite us by their cries, but their looks spoke for their lips. In the first row I seemed to see some white surplices and gilt ornaments which shone in the sun. They were the priests, who had -come to the entrance of the mine to offer prayers<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_261" id="Page_261">[Pg 261]</a></span> for our deliverance. +come to the entrance of the mine to offer prayers<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_261">[Pg 261]</a></span> for our deliverance. When we were brought out, they went down on their knees in the dust.</p> <p>Twenty arms were stretched out to take me, but the engineer would not @@ -7738,11 +7689,11 @@ this orphan child had been saved when their fathers and sons were still in the mine, ghastly corpses, drifting hither and thither in the dark waters.</p> -<hr /> +<hr > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_262" id="Page_262">[Pg 262]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_262">[Pg 262]</a></span></p> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXIII" id="CHAPTER_XXIII"></a>CHAPTER XXIII</h2> +<h2><a id="CHAPTER_XXIII"></a>CHAPTER XXIII</h2> <h3>ONCE MORE UPON THE WAY</h3> @@ -7765,7 +7716,7 @@ head, even a sky full of snow. The open-air life suited me better, and so I told them. Every one was surprised, especially the professor. Carrory, when he met me, called me a "chicken."</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_263" id="Page_263">[Pg 263]</a></span></p><p>During the time that they were all trying to persuade me to stay at +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_263">[Pg 263]</a></span></p><p>During the time that they were all trying to persuade me to stay at Varses, Mattia became very preoccupied and thoughtful. I questioned him, but he always answered that nothing was the matter. It was not until I told him that we were starting off on our tramps in three days' time, @@ -7792,7 +7743,7 @@ more pleased Mother Barberin would be.</p> <p>While tramping from Paris to Varses I had begun to give Mattia reading lessons and elementary music lessons. I continued, these lessons now. Either I was not a good teacher, which was quite possible, or Mattia was -not a good pupil, which<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_264" id="Page_264">[Pg 264]</a></span> also was quite possible; the lessons were not a +not a good pupil, which<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_264">[Pg 264]</a></span> also was quite possible; the lessons were not a success. Often I got angry and, shutting the book with a bang, told him that he was a thickhead.</p> @@ -7822,7 +7773,7 @@ vanity could not hold out against his last words.</p> and more than I, very often. You can take as many lessons as you like, and I'll take them with you."</p> -<p>The master, the <i>real</i> master that we required,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_265" id="Page_265">[Pg 265]</a></span> was not a villager, but +<p>The master, the <i>real</i> master that we required,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_265">[Pg 265]</a></span> was not a villager, but an <i>artiste</i>, a great <i>artiste</i>, such as might be found only in important towns. Consulting our map we found that the next big town was Mendes.</p> @@ -7856,7 +7807,7 @@ naturally."</p> <p>We understood that, of course.</p> <p>Before going to sleep, we discussed all the questions that we intended -asking the celebrated <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_266" id="Page_266">[Pg 266]</a></span>professor the next day. Mattia was quite elated +asking the celebrated <span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_266">[Pg 266]</a></span>professor the next day. Mattia was quite elated at our luck in finding just the kind of musician we wanted.</p> <p>Next morning we took our instruments, Mattia his violin and I my harp, @@ -7883,7 +7834,7 @@ cornets, trombones, etc.</p> <p>Fluttering like a bird, the dapper little man, who was in the act of shaving a man, replied: "I am Monsieur Espinassous."</p> -<p>I glanced at Mattia as much as to say that the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_267" id="Page_267">[Pg 267]</a></span> barber musician was not +<p>I glanced at Mattia as much as to say that the<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_267">[Pg 267]</a></span> barber musician was not the man we were looking for, that it would be wasting good money to consult him, but Mattia, instead of understanding my look, sat down in a chair with a deliberate air.</p> @@ -7916,7 +7867,7 @@ barber-musician was highly amused, but answered each question put to him quickly and with pleasure. When we were ready to leave he asked Mattia to play something on his violin. Mattia played a piece.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_268" id="Page_268">[Pg 268]</a></span></p><p>"And you don't know a note of music!" cried the barber, clapping his +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_268">[Pg 268]</a></span></p><p>"And you don't know a note of music!" cried the barber, clapping his hands, and looking affectionately at Mattia as though he had known and loved him all his life. "It is wonderful!"</p> @@ -7946,7 +7897,7 @@ be a great musician!</p> <p>"Well, then," replied the barber, sorrowfully, "let me give you a book and you can learn what you do not know from that." He took a book out of one of the drawers, entitled, "The Theory of Music." It was old and -torn, but what did that<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_269" id="Page_269">[Pg 269]</a></span> matter? Taking a pen, he sat down and wrote on +torn, but what did that<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_269">[Pg 269]</a></span> matter? Taking a pen, he sat down and wrote on the first page:</p> <p>"To a child who, when he becomes celebrated, will remember the barber of @@ -7955,11 +7906,11 @@ Mendes."</p> <p>I don't know if there were any other professors of music at Mendes, but that was the only one we knew, and we never forgot him.</p> -<hr /> +<hr > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_270" id="Page_270">[Pg 270]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_270">[Pg 270]</a></span></p> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXIV" id="CHAPTER_XXIV"></a>CHAPTER XXIV</h2> +<h2><a id="CHAPTER_XXIV"></a>CHAPTER XXIV</h2> <h3>FRIENDSHIP THAT IS TRUE</h3> @@ -7986,7 +7937,7 @@ milk.</p> <p>As neither of us knew by what signs one could tell a good cow, we decided to employ the services of a veterinarian. We had heard many -stories of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_271" id="Page_271">[Pg 271]</a></span> late how people had been deceived when buying a cow, and we +stories of<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_271">[Pg 271]</a></span> late how people had been deceived when buying a cow, and we did not want to run any risk. It would be an expense to employ a veterinarian, but that could not be helped. We had heard of one man who had bought an animal for a very low price and when he had got her home @@ -8011,7 +7962,7 @@ veterinarian. We found one and he seemed very amused when we described to him the kind of a cow we wanted, and asked if he would come and buy it for us.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_272" id="Page_272">[Pg 272]</a></span></p><p>"But what in the world do you two boys want with a cow, and have you +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_272">[Pg 272]</a></span></p><p>"But what in the world do you two boys want with a cow, and have you got the money?" he demanded.</p> <p>We told him how much money we had, and how we got it, and that we were @@ -8035,7 +7986,7 @@ fat pigs, scooping holes in the ground, and little plump sucking pigs, squealing as though they were being skinned alive. But we had eyes for nothing but the cows; they stood very quiet, placidly chewing. They permitted us to make a thorough examination, merely blinking their -eyelids. After one<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_273" id="Page_273">[Pg 273]</a></span> hour's inspection, we had found seventeen that +eyelids. After one<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_273">[Pg 273]</a></span> hour's inspection, we had found seventeen that pleased us, this for one quality, that for another, a third because she was red, two because they were white, which, of course, brought up a discussion between Mattia and myself. The veterinarian arrived. We @@ -8064,7 +8015,7 @@ veterinarian that we must pass on to another; he made another sign that he would drive a bargain. Then a lively discussion commenced between the veterinarian and the peasant. Our bidder went up to 170, the peasant came down to 280. When they reached this sum, the veterinarian began to -examine the cow more<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_274" id="Page_274">[Pg 274]</a></span> critically. She had weak legs, her neck was too +examine the cow more<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_274">[Pg 274]</a></span> critically. She had weak legs, her neck was too short, her horns too long, she hadn't any lungs and her teats were not well formed. No, she certainly would not give much milk.</p> @@ -8093,7 +8044,7 @@ halter."</p> <p>He said that, as we were friends, he would let me have the halter for sixty sous. We needed a halter, so I parted with the sixty sous, -calculating that we should now have but twenty sous left. I<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_275" id="Page_275">[Pg 275]</a></span> counted out +calculating that we should now have but twenty sous left. I<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_275">[Pg 275]</a></span> counted out the two hundred and thirteen francs, then again I stretched out my hand.</p> <p>"Have you got a rope?" inquired the man. "I've sold you the halter, but @@ -8119,7 +8070,7 @@ caress, for she licked our faces to show her appreciation.</p> <p>To understand the pleasure that we felt at kissing our cow and to be kissed by her, it must be remembered that neither Mattia nor I had been -overburdened with caresses; our fate had not been<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_276" id="Page_276">[Pg 276]</a></span> that of the petted +overburdened with caresses; our fate had not been<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_276">[Pg 276]</a></span> that of the petted and pampered children who are obliged to defend themselves against too many kisses.</p> @@ -8143,7 +8094,7 @@ I twisted the rope around her horns and sat down near her to eat my supper. Naturally we had finished eating long before she had, so after having admired her for some time and not knowing what to do next, we began to play a little game with each other. When we had finished our -game, she was still <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_277" id="Page_277">[Pg 277]</a></span>eating. As I went to her, she pulled at the grass +game, she was still <span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_277">[Pg 277]</a></span>eating. As I went to her, she pulled at the grass sharply, as much as to say that she was still hungry.</p> <p>"Wait a little," said Mattia.</p> @@ -8173,7 +8124,7 @@ several people blocking her way and trying to catch hold of her. We slackened our speed, for we knew now that we should not lose her. All we should have to do would be to claim her from the good people who had stopped her going farther. There was quite a crowd gathered round her -when we arrived on the scene, and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_278" id="Page_278">[Pg 278]</a></span> instead of giving her up to us at +when we arrived on the scene, and<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_278">[Pg 278]</a></span> instead of giving her up to us at once, as we expected they would, they asked us <i>how</i> we got the animal and <i>where</i> we got her. They insisted that we had stolen her and that she was running back to her owner. They declared that we ought to go to @@ -8195,7 +8146,7 @@ double-locked door and pushed us into the prison. Then I saw why he had made some difficulty about receiving us. He had put his provision of onions to dry in this prison and they were strewn out on every bench. He heaped them all together in a corner. We were searched, our money, -matches<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_279" id="Page_279">[Pg 279]</a></span> and knives taken from us. Then we were locked up for the night.</p> +matches<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_279">[Pg 279]</a></span> and knives taken from us. Then we were locked up for the night.</p> <p>"I wish you'd give me a good slap," said Mattia miserably, when we were alone; "box my ears or do something to me."</p> @@ -8229,7 +8180,7 @@ can't give her a surprise."</p> <p>"Oh, dear!"</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_280" id="Page_280">[Pg 280]</a></span></p><p>"You've been away from Mother Barberin for a long time; how do you know +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_280">[Pg 280]</a></span></p><p>"You've been away from Mother Barberin for a long time; how do you know if she isn't dead?"</p> <p>This terrible thought had never occurred to me, and yet poor Vitalis had @@ -8259,7 +8210,7 @@ public prosecutor, "I'll question this one." With his finger he indicated me. "You take charge of the other; I'll question him later."</p> <p>I was alone with the prosecutor. Fixing me with his eye, he told me that -I was accused of <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_281" id="Page_281">[Pg 281]</a></span>having stolen a cow. I told him that we bought the +I was accused of <span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_281">[Pg 281]</a></span>having stolen a cow. I told him that we bought the animal at the fair at Ussel, and I named the veterinarian who had assisted us in the purchase.</p> @@ -8294,7 +8245,7 @@ delighted me.</p> <p>I explained that from Paris to Varses and from Varses to Ussel we had collected this sum, sou by sou.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_282" id="Page_282">[Pg 282]</a></span></p><p>"But what were you doing in Varses?" he asked.</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_282">[Pg 282]</a></span></p><p>"But what were you doing in Varses?" he asked.</p> <p>Then I was forced to tell him that I had been in a mine accident.</p> @@ -8331,7 +8282,7 @@ supper?"</p> <p>"You certainly shall!"</p> -<p>As soon as we were alone I told Mattia the great<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_283" id="Page_283">[Pg 283]</a></span> news that had almost +<p>As soon as we were alone I told Mattia the great<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_283">[Pg 283]</a></span> news that had almost made me forget that we were locked up.</p> <p>"Mother Barberin is alive, and Barberin has gone to Paris!" I said.</p> @@ -8358,7 +8309,7 @@ paper.</p> <p>"See, I'm giving you this," he said; "you are two silly boys to go tramping through the country without any papers. I have asked the mayor -to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_284" id="Page_284">[Pg 284]</a></span> make out this passport for you. This is all you will need to protect +to<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_284">[Pg 284]</a></span> make out this passport for you. This is all you will need to protect you in the future. Good luck, boys."</p> <p>He shook hands with us, and so did the veterinarian.</p> @@ -8386,7 +8337,7 @@ and I squeezed them both tight.</p> <p>"Come, let's get there as quickly as possible now," I cried.</p> -<p>"What a pity," sighed Mattia. "If this brute<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_285" id="Page_285">[Pg 285]</a></span> only loved music, what a +<p>"What a pity," sighed Mattia. "If this brute<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_285">[Pg 285]</a></span> only loved music, what a triumphal entry we could make."</p> <p>As we arrived at one of the turns in the road, we saw Mother Barberin @@ -8416,7 +8367,7 @@ Suddenly I saw a white bonnet. The gate creaked.</p> <p>I made myself smaller and smaller. The door opened and Mother Barberin came in. She stared at me.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_286" id="Page_286">[Pg 286]</a></span></p><p>"Who is there?" she asked.</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_286">[Pg 286]</a></span></p><p>"Who is there?" she asked.</p> <p>I looked at her without answering; she stared back at me. Suddenly she began to tremble.</p> @@ -8458,7 +8409,7 @@ that some day you would come back."</p> <p>"Did you get my Jerusalem artichokes?"</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_287" id="Page_287">[Pg 287]</a></span></p><p>"Ah, you planted them to surprise me! You always liked to give +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_287">[Pg 287]</a></span></p><p>"Ah, you planted them to surprise me! You always liked to give surprises, my boy."</p> <p>The moment had come.</p> @@ -8497,7 +8448,7 @@ she gave a shriek of delight.</p> <p>"I should say so," laughed Mattia; "we've got fifty-eight sous left."</p> <p>I ran to the house to fetch the milk pail, and while in the house I -arranged the butter, eggs, and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_288" id="Page_288">[Pg 288]</a></span> flour in a display on the table, then +arranged the butter, eggs, and<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_288">[Pg 288]</a></span> flour in a display on the table, then ran back to the shed. How delighted she was when she had a pail three-quarters full of beautiful frothy milk.</p> @@ -8527,7 +8478,7 @@ out our plates for another, and Capi came in for his share. Mother Barberin was scandalized that we should give a dog pancakes, but we explained to her that he was the chief actor in our company and a genius, and that he was treated by us with every consideration. Later, -while Mattia was out getting some wood<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_289" id="Page_289">[Pg 289]</a></span> ready for the next morning, she +while Mattia was out getting some wood<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_289">[Pg 289]</a></span> ready for the next morning, she told me why Barberin had gone to Paris.</p> <p>"Your family is looking for you," she said, almost in a whisper. "That's @@ -8555,7 +8506,7 @@ of wood that broke."</p> <p>"'Yes, we are; that's only my wife,' he replied. The gentleman then said it was very warm in the kitchen and that they could talk better outside. They went out and it was three hours later when Barberin came back -alone. I tried to make him<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_290" id="Page_290">[Pg 290]</a></span> tell me everything, but the only thing he +alone. I tried to make him<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_290">[Pg 290]</a></span> tell me everything, but the only thing he would say was that this man was looking for you, but that he was not your father, and that he had given him one hundred francs. Probably he's had more since. From this, and the fine clothes you wore when he found @@ -8581,7 +8532,7 @@ was right. I would have to see Lise before going. That could be managed, for we could go to Paris by way of the canal. As Lise's uncle kept the locks and lived in a cottage on the banks, we could stop and see her.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_291" id="Page_291">[Pg 291]</a></span></p><p>I spent that day with Mother Barberin, and in the evening we discussed +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_291">[Pg 291]</a></span></p><p>I spent that day with Mother Barberin, and in the evening we discussed what I would do for her when I was rich. She was to have all the things she wanted. There was not a wish of hers that should not be gratified when I had money.</p> @@ -8604,7 +8555,7 @@ food. And I also wanted to make some money to buy a present for Lise. Mother Barberin had said that she valued the cow more than anything I could give her when I became rich, and perhaps, I thought, Lise would feel the same about a gift. I wanted to give her a doll. Fortunately a -doll would not cost so much as a cow. The next town<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_292" id="Page_292">[Pg 292]</a></span> we came to I bought +doll would not cost so much as a cow. The next town<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_292">[Pg 292]</a></span> we came to I bought her a lovely doll with fair hair and blue eyes.</p> <p>Walking along the banks of the canal I often thought of Mrs. Milligan @@ -8632,15 +8583,15 @@ She jumped from her chair and ran to the door. In a moment she was in my arms. Aunt Catherine then came out and invited us in to supper. Lise quickly placed two plates on the table.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_293" id="Page_293">[Pg 293]</a></span></p><p>"If you don't mind," I said, "will you put a third; we have a little +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_293">[Pg 293]</a></span></p><p>"If you don't mind," I said, "will you put a third; we have a little friend with us." And I pulled out the doll from my bag and placed her in the chair next to Lise. The look that she gave me I shall never forget!</p> -<hr /> +<hr > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_294" id="Page_294">[Pg 294]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_294">[Pg 294]</a></span></p> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXV" id="CHAPTER_XXV"></a>CHAPTER XXV</h2> +<h2><a id="CHAPTER_XXV"></a>CHAPTER XXV</h2> <h3>MOTHER, BROTHERS AND SISTERS</h3> @@ -8660,7 +8611,7 @@ quite believed that if one had money one ought to be very happy, because, would not her father have been happy if he had only had the money to pay his debts? We took long walks, all three of us, Lise, Mattia and I, accompanied by the doll and Capi. I was very happy those -few days. In the evening we sat in front of the house<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_295" id="Page_295">[Pg 295]</a></span> when it was not +few days. In the evening we sat in front of the house<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_295">[Pg 295]</a></span> when it was not too damp and before the fireplace when the mist was thick. I played the harp and Mattia played his violin or cornet. Lise preferred the harp, which made me very proud. When the time came and we had to separate and @@ -8691,7 +8642,7 @@ day when you found me. Ah, I don't want to be hungry in Paris."</p> <p>"We'll dine all the better when we get to my parents'," I replied.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_296" id="Page_296">[Pg 296]</a></span></p><p>"Well, let's work just as though we are buying another cow," urged +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_296">[Pg 296]</a></span></p><p>"Well, let's work just as though we are buying another cow," urged Mattia.</p> <p>This was very wise advice but I must admit that I did not sing with the @@ -8719,7 +8670,7 @@ Cathedral.</p> <p>We parted as though we were never going to meet again. Mattia went in one direction, I in another. I had written down on paper the names of -the places where Barberin had lived before. I went first to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_297" id="Page_297">[Pg 297]</a></span> one place, +the places where Barberin had lived before. I went first to<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_297">[Pg 297]</a></span> one place, then to another. At one lodging house they told me that he had lived there four years ago but that he had not been there since. The landlord told me that he'd like to catch the rogue, for he owed him one week's @@ -8748,7 +8699,7 @@ thought he'd got out long ago."</p> <p>Garofoli three more months in prison! Mattia could breathe. I left the horrible yard as quickly as possible and hurried off to the Hotel du Cantal. I was full of hope and joy and quite disposed to think kindly of -Barberin; if it had not been for<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_298" id="Page_298">[Pg 298]</a></span> Barberin, I might have died of cold +Barberin; if it had not been for<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_298">[Pg 298]</a></span> Barberin, I might have died of cold and hunger when I was a baby. It was true he had taken me from Mother Barberin to sell me to a stranger, but then he had no liking for me and perhaps he was forced to do it for the money. After all it was through @@ -8782,7 +8733,7 @@ find my parents now?</p> <p>"You're the boy they're looking for; I'm sure you are," said the old woman again.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_299" id="Page_299">[Pg 299]</a></span></p><p>"Yes, yes, I'm the boy. Where's my family? Can you tell me?"</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_299">[Pg 299]</a></span></p><p>"Yes, yes, I'm the boy. Where's my family? Can you tell me?"</p> <p>"I don't know any more than just what I've told you, my boy; I should say my young gentleman."</p> @@ -8820,7 +8771,7 @@ found that, we couldn't have let his wife know he's dead."</p> <p>"Sure, why not?"</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_300" id="Page_300">[Pg 300]</a></span></p><p>I could learn nothing from the old woman. I turned slowly towards the +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_300">[Pg 300]</a></span></p><p>I could learn nothing from the old woman. I turned slowly towards the door.</p> <p>"Where are you going?" she asked.</p> @@ -8859,7 +8810,7 @@ pockets?</p> <p>"Come back early; Paris is a bad place at night for boys," she called after me.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_301" id="Page_301">[Pg 301]</a></span></p><p>Night was falling. The street lamps were lit. I had a long way to walk +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_301">[Pg 301]</a></span></p><p>Night was falling. The street lamps were lit. I had a long way to walk to the Cathedral, where I was to meet Mattia. All my high spirits had vanished. I was very tired and all around me seemed gloomy. In this great Paris full of light and noise I felt so utterly alone. Would I @@ -8883,7 +8834,7 @@ Barberin to express my grief for her loss and to ask her if she had had any news from her husband before he died. By return mail she sent me word that her husband had written to her from the hospital, where they had taken him, and said that if he did not get better she was to write -to Greth and Galley's, Lincoln Square, <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_302" id="Page_302">[Pg 302]</a></span>London, for they were the +to Greth and Galley's, Lincoln Square, <span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_302">[Pg 302]</a></span>London, for they were the lawyers who were looking for me. He told her that she was not to take any steps until she was sure that he was dead.</p> @@ -8910,7 +8861,7 @@ ground, and we landed in London.</p> from an Englishman who had worked with him at the Gassot Circus. When we landed he at once asked a policeman to direct us to Lincoln Square. It seemed to be a very long way. Many times we thought that we had lost -ourselves but again upon making inquiries we found that we<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_303" id="Page_303">[Pg 303]</a></span> were going +ourselves but again upon making inquiries we found that we<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_303">[Pg 303]</a></span> were going in the right direction. Finally we reached Temple Bar and a few steps further we came to Green Square.</p> @@ -8942,11 +8893,11 @@ father's name is Mr. John Driscoll."</p> hugged him if he had given me time, but with his hand he indicated the door and we followed the clerk.</p> -<hr /> +<hr > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_304" id="Page_304">[Pg 304]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_304">[Pg 304]</a></span></p> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXVI" id="CHAPTER_XXVI"></a>CHAPTER XXVI</h2> +<h2><a id="CHAPTER_XXVI"></a>CHAPTER XXVI</h2> <h3>BITTER DISAPPOINTMENT</h3> @@ -8965,7 +8916,7 @@ outskirts of the city. The word "green" made us think that it might be in the country. But nothing around us announced the country. We were in a very thickly populated quarter; the black mud splashed our cab as we drove along; then we turned into a much poorer part of the city and -every now and again the <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_305" id="Page_305">[Pg 305]</a></span>cabman pulled up as though he did not know his +every now and again the <span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_305">[Pg 305]</a></span>cabman pulled up as though he did not know his way. At last he stopped altogether and through the little window of the hansom a discussion took place between Greth & Galley's clerk and the bewildered cabman. From what Mattia could learn the man said that it was @@ -8986,7 +8937,7 @@ him if he could direct him to the place he wanted to find. Evidently he got the information he required for he hurried out again through the swing-doors, we following close on his heels. The streets through which we walked now were even narrower and from one house across to another -were swung wash lines from which dirty rags were hanging. The women<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_306" id="Page_306">[Pg 306]</a></span> who +were swung wash lines from which dirty rags were hanging. The women<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_306">[Pg 306]</a></span> who sat in their doorways were pale and their matted fair hair hung loose over their shoulders. The children were almost naked and the few clothes that they did wear were but rags. In the alley were some pigs wallowing @@ -9011,7 +8962,7 @@ about forty and a woman about six years his junior. She must have been very pretty once but now her eyes had a glassy stare and her manners were listless. Then there were four children—two boys and two girls—all very fair like their mother. The eldest boy was about eleven, -the youngest girl, scarcely three.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_307" id="Page_307">[Pg 307]</a></span> I did not know what the clerk was +the youngest girl, scarcely three.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_307">[Pg 307]</a></span> I did not know what the clerk was saying to the man, I only caught the name "Driscoll," my name, so the lawyer had said. All eyes were turned on Mattia and me, only the baby girl paid attention to Capi.</p> @@ -9043,7 +8994,7 @@ Why could I not feel any pleasure at having found my family at last. I had a father, a mother, brothers, sisters and a grandfather. I had longed for this moment, I had been mad with joy in thinking that I, like other boys, would have a family that I could call my own to love me and -whom I could love.... And now I was<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_308" id="Page_308">[Pg 308]</a></span> staring at my family curiously, +whom I could love.... And now I was<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_308">[Pg 308]</a></span> staring at my family curiously, finding nothing in my heart to say to them, not a word of affection. Was I a monster? If I had found my parents in a palace instead of in a hovel should I have had more affection for them? I felt ashamed at this @@ -9070,7 +9021,7 @@ mother, who also seemed pleased. Why were they both pleased that Barberin was dead?</p> <p>"You must be rather surprised that we have not searched for you for -thirteen years," said my father,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_309" id="Page_309">[Pg 309]</a></span> "and then suddenly to go off and look +thirteen years," said my father,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_309">[Pg 309]</a></span> "and then suddenly to go off and look up this man who found you when you were a baby."</p> <p>I told him that I was very surprised, and that I'd like to know about @@ -9097,7 +9048,7 @@ we did not go so far as Paris. We thought that you were dead until three months ago when this woman was dying she confessed the truth. I went over to France at once and the police in that locality where you had been left, told me that you had been adopted by a mason named Barberin -who lived at Chavanon.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_310" id="Page_310">[Pg 310]</a></span> I found him and he told me that he had loaned +who lived at Chavanon.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_310">[Pg 310]</a></span> I found him and he told me that he had loaned you to a musician named Vitalis and that you were tramping through France. I could not stay over there any longer, but I left Barberin some money and told him to search for you, and when he had news to write to @@ -9123,7 +9074,7 @@ Mattia showed his white teeth.</p> <p>"Well, sit down to table."</p> <p>But before sitting down he pushed my grandfather's cane rocker up to the -table. Then taking<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_311" id="Page_311">[Pg 311]</a></span> his own place with his back to the fire, he +table. Then taking<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_311">[Pg 311]</a></span> his own place with his back to the fire, he commenced to cut the roast beef and gave each one a fine big slice and some potatoes.</p> @@ -9147,11 +9098,11 @@ above the other.</p> <p>Such was the welcome into my family.</p> -<hr /> +<hr > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_312" id="Page_312">[Pg 312]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_312">[Pg 312]</a></span></p> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXVII" id="CHAPTER_XXVII"></a>CHAPTER XXVII</h2> +<h2><a id="CHAPTER_XXVII"></a>CHAPTER XXVII</h2> <h3>A DISTRESSING DISCOVERY</h3> @@ -9173,7 +9124,7 @@ and yet I was oppressed with a fear that amounted almost to terror.</p> <p>The hours passed one after the other; suddenly I heard a noise at the stable door which opened onto another street. Then came several regular -knocks at intervals. Then a light penetrated our<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_313" id="Page_313">[Pg 313]</a></span> caravan. I glanced +knocks at intervals. Then a light penetrated our<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_313">[Pg 313]</a></span> caravan. I glanced hastily round in surprise and Capi, who slept beside my bed, woke up with a growl. I then saw that this light came in through a little window of the caravan against which our berths were placed, and which I had not @@ -9196,7 +9147,7 @@ underclothes, stockings, gloves, etc. Evidently these men were merchants who had come to sell their goods to my parents. My father took each object and examined it by the light of the lantern and passed it on to my mother, who with a little pair of scissors cut off the tickets and -put them in her pocket. This appeared strange to me,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_314" id="Page_314">[Pg 314]</a></span> as also the hour +put them in her pocket. This appeared strange to me,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_314">[Pg 314]</a></span> as also the hour that they had chosen for this sale.</p> <p>While my mother was examining the goods my father spoke to the men in a @@ -9220,7 +9171,7 @@ should not know, and yet I wanted to see.</p> <p>My father and mother were alone. While my mother quickly made a bundle of the goods, my father swept a corner of the stable. Under the dry sand that he heaped up there was a trap door. He lifted it. By then my mother -had finished tying up the bundles and my father took them and lowered<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_315" id="Page_315">[Pg 315]</a></span> +had finished tying up the bundles and my father took them and lowered<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_315">[Pg 315]</a></span> them through the trap to a cellar below, my mother holding the lantern to light him. Then he shut the trap door and swept the sand over it again. Over the sand they both strewed wisps of straw as on the rest of @@ -9248,7 +9199,7 @@ there. My grandfather was seated before the fire in his big chair as though he had not moved since the night before, and my eldest sister, whose name was Annie, was wiping the table. Allen, my eldest brother, was sweeping the room. I went over to them to wish them good morning, -but they continued with their work <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_316" id="Page_316">[Pg 316]</a></span>without taking any notice of me. I +but they continued with their work <span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_316">[Pg 316]</a></span>without taking any notice of me. I went towards my grandfather, but he would not let me get near him, and like the evening before, he spat at my side, which stopped me short.</p> @@ -9284,7 +9235,7 @@ eye.</p> <p>For two or three hours we walked about, not daring to go far for fear we might become lost. Bethnal-Green was even more horrible in the daytime -than it had been at night. Mattia and I<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_317" id="Page_317">[Pg 317]</a></span> hardly spoke a word. Now and +than it had been at night. Mattia and I<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_317">[Pg 317]</a></span> hardly spoke a word. Now and again he pressed my hand.</p> <p>When we returned to the house my mother had not left her room. Through @@ -9311,7 +9262,7 @@ We can't talk in this crowd."</p> a public garden. We hurried to this spot and sat down on a bench.</p> <p>"You know how much I love you, Mattia boy," I began, "and you know that -it was through friendship for you that I asked you to come with me to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_318" id="Page_318">[Pg 318]</a></span> +it was through friendship for you that I asked you to come with me to<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_318">[Pg 318]</a></span> see my people. You won't doubt my friendship, no matter what I ask of you?"</p> @@ -9350,7 +9301,7 @@ Did you see?"</p> <p>"And you understood?"</p> <p>"That those goods had not been paid for. Your father was angry with the -men because they<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_319" id="Page_319">[Pg 319]</a></span> knocked at the stable door and not at the house door. +men because they<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_319">[Pg 319]</a></span> knocked at the stable door and not at the house door. They told him that the police were watching them."</p> <p>"You see very well, then, that you must go," I said.</p> @@ -9384,7 +9335,7 @@ not been paid for."</p> <p>"Well, if you are afraid for me, I am afraid for you. Let us both go."</p> -<p>"It's impossible; my parents are nothing to you,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_320" id="Page_320">[Pg 320]</a></span> but this is my father +<p>"It's impossible; my parents are nothing to you,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_320">[Pg 320]</a></span> but this is my father and mother, and I must stay with them. It is my family."</p> <p>"Your family! That man who steals, your father! That drunken woman your @@ -9414,7 +9365,7 @@ said, smiling.</p> <p>We did not return to the Red Lion Court until night. My father and mother passed no remark upon our absence. After supper my father drew two chairs to the fireside, which brought a growl from my grandfather, -and then asked us to tell him<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_321" id="Page_321">[Pg 321]</a></span> how we had made enough money to live on +and then asked us to tell him<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_321">[Pg 321]</a></span> how we had made enough money to live on in France. I told the story.</p> <p>"Not only did we earn enough to live on, but we got enough to buy a @@ -9447,7 +9398,7 @@ to live with us?"</p> <p>"I want to stay with Remi," replied Mattia.</p> -<p>"Well, this is what I propose," continued my<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_322" id="Page_322">[Pg 322]</a></span> father. "We're not rich +<p>"Well, this is what I propose," continued my<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_322">[Pg 322]</a></span> father. "We're not rich and we all work. In the summer we travel through the country and the children go and sell the goods to those who won't take the trouble to come to us, but in the winter we haven't much to do. Now you and Remi @@ -9477,7 +9428,7 @@ what he had to do; poor doggy! how he looked at me, how he listened! I then put his leash in Allen's hand and he followed the two boys obediently, but with a forlorn air.</p> -<p>My father took Mattia and me across London<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_323" id="Page_323">[Pg 323]</a></span> where there were beautiful +<p>My father took Mattia and me across London<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_323">[Pg 323]</a></span> where there were beautiful houses, splendid streets with wide pavements, and carriages that shone like glass, drawn by magnificent horses and driven by big fat coachmen with powdered wigs. It was late when we got back to Red Lion Court, for @@ -9500,7 +9451,7 @@ two entire days. It was so dense that we could only see a few steps before us, and those who listened to us playing behind these fog curtains could not see Capi. It was a most annoying state of affairs for our "takings." Little did we think how indebted we should be to the fog -a few minutes later. We were walking<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_324" id="Page_324">[Pg 324]</a></span> through one of the most popular +a few minutes later. We were walking<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_324">[Pg 324]</a></span> through one of the most popular streets when suddenly I discovered that Capi was not with us. This was extraordinary, for he always kept close at our heels. I waited for him to catch up with us. I stood at the entrance of a dark alley and @@ -9532,7 +9483,7 @@ honest Capi!</p> <p>The father and mother were seated at the table folding up material. I threw the pair of stockings down. Allen and Ned laughed.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_325" id="Page_325">[Pg 325]</a></span></p><p>"Here's a pair of stockings," I said; "you've made a thief of my dog. I +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_325">[Pg 325]</a></span></p><p>"Here's a pair of stockings," I said; "you've made a thief of my dog. I thought you took him out to amuse people."</p> <p>I was trembling so I could scarcely speak, and yet I never felt more @@ -9561,7 +9512,7 @@ to protect Capi.</p> My grandfather continued to spit angrily when I approached him. The boys and my eldest sister played every trick they possibly could upon me. My father and mother ignored me, only demanding of me my money every -evening. Out of the whole family, for<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_326" id="Page_326">[Pg 326]</a></span> whom I had felt so much affection +evening. Out of the whole family, for<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_326">[Pg 326]</a></span> whom I had felt so much affection when I had landed in England, there was only baby Kate who would let me fondle her, and she turned from me coldly if I had not candy or an orange in my pocket for her.</p> @@ -9585,7 +9536,7 @@ linen robe, then a big white cashmere pelisse lined with white silk and trimmed with beautiful white embroidery, and you had a lovely lace bonnet, and then white woolen socks with little silk rosettes. None of these things were marked, but the little flannel jacket you -had next to your<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_327" id="Page_327">[Pg 327]</a></span> skin and the flannel robe had both been marked, +had next to your<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_327">[Pg 327]</a></span> skin and the flannel robe had both been marked, but the marks had been carefully cut out. There, Remi, boy, that is all I can tell you. Don't worry, dear child, that you can't give us all the fine presents that you promised. Your cow that you bought @@ -9616,7 +9567,7 @@ kidnaped? Why, it's only through its clothes that they can find it."</p> <p>"Wait until we hear what he says before we think anything."</p> <p>It was not an easy thing for me to ask my father how I was dressed on -the day that I was stolen. If<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_328" id="Page_328">[Pg 328]</a></span> I had put the question casually without +the day that I was stolen. If<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_328">[Pg 328]</a></span> I had put the question casually without any underthought, it would have been simple enough. As it was I was timid. Then one day when the cold sleet had driven me home earlier than usual, I took my courage in both hands, and broached the subject that @@ -9647,7 +9598,7 @@ Margaret Grange, his wife.</p> <p>What further proofs could I ask?</p> -<p>"That's all very fine," said Mattia that night,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_329" id="Page_329">[Pg 329]</a></span> when we were in our +<p>"That's all very fine," said Mattia that night,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_329">[Pg 329]</a></span> when we were in our caravan, "but how comes it that peddlers were rich enough to give their children lace bonnets and embroidered pelisses? Peddlers are not so rich as that!"</p> @@ -9660,11 +9611,11 @@ not that Driscoll's baby, but you're the baby that Driscoll stole!"</p> <p>I was about to reply but he had already climbed up into his bed.</p> -<hr /> +<hr > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_330" id="Page_330">[Pg 330]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_330">[Pg 330]</a></span></p> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXVIII" id="CHAPTER_XXVIII"></a>CHAPTER XXVIII</h2> +<h2><a id="CHAPTER_XXVIII"></a>CHAPTER XXVIII</h2> <h3>A MYSTERIOUS STRANGER</h3> @@ -9691,7 +9642,7 @@ convinced.</p> <p>"I think we should both go back to France," he urged.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_331" id="Page_331">[Pg 331]</a></span></p><p>"That's impossible."</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_331">[Pg 331]</a></span></p><p>"That's impossible."</p> <p>"Because it's your duty to keep with your family, eh? But is it your family?"</p> @@ -9723,7 +9674,7 @@ very well."</p> <p>"You have never been ill?"</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_332" id="Page_332">[Pg 332]</a></span></p><p>"I had pneumonia once."</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_332">[Pg 332]</a></span></p><p>"I had pneumonia once."</p> <p>"Ah, when was that?"</p> @@ -9758,7 +9709,7 @@ you. They mustn't know that I was here."</p> <p>I was mystified but I did as he asked.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_333" id="Page_333">[Pg 333]</a></span></p><p>"Do you know who that man was who was with your father?" he asked +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_333">[Pg 333]</a></span></p><p>"Do you know who that man was who was with your father?" he asked excitedly when we were in the street. "It was Mr. James Milligan, your friend's uncle."</p> @@ -9794,7 +9745,7 @@ myself.'</p> <p>"'Yes, I count on you,' replied Mr. Milligan."</p> <p>My first thought was to question my father, but it was not wise to let -them know that they had been<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_334" id="Page_334">[Pg 334]</a></span> overheard. As Mr. Milligan had business +them know that they had been<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_334">[Pg 334]</a></span> overheard. As Mr. Milligan had business with my father he would probably come to the house again, and the next time, Mattia, whom he did not know, could follow him.</p> @@ -9804,11 +9755,11 @@ Mattia that he was very fond of him. He at once took a liking to Capi and myself. From that day we had a strong friend, who, by his experience and advice, was of great help to us in time of trouble.</p> -<hr /> +<hr > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_335" id="Page_335">[Pg 335]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_335">[Pg 335]</a></span></p> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXIX" id="CHAPTER_XXIX"></a>CHAPTER XXIX</h2> +<h2><a id="CHAPTER_XXIX"></a>CHAPTER XXIX</h2> <h3>IN PRISON</h3> @@ -9836,7 +9787,7 @@ coming."</p> <p>I told him that I must stay.</p> -<p>The same day we started. I saw in the afternoon<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_336" id="Page_336">[Pg 336]</a></span> how they sold the +<p>The same day we started. I saw in the afternoon<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_336">[Pg 336]</a></span> how they sold the things that cost so little. We arrived at a large village and the caravans were drawn up on the public square. One of the sides was lowered and the goods displayed temptingly for the purchasers to @@ -9871,7 +9822,7 @@ things?"</p> <p>"But we earn our food," I stammered, trying to defend ourselves.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_337" id="Page_337">[Pg 337]</a></span></p><p>"That's true, but we're living with thieves," replied Mattia, speaking +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_337">[Pg 337]</a></span></p><p>"That's true, but we're living with thieves," replied Mattia, speaking more frankly than he had ever done before, "and then if we're sent to prison, we can't look for your family. And I'm anxious to see Mrs. Milligan to warn her against that James Milligan. You don't know what he @@ -9895,7 +9846,7 @@ was delighted to see us again. He had come to the races with two friends and was going to give an exhibition of strength. He had engaged some musicians but they had failed him at the last moment and he was afraid that the performance the next day would be a failure. He had to have -musicians to attract a crowd. Would we help him out? The<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_338" id="Page_338">[Pg 338]</a></span> profits would +musicians to attract a crowd. Would we help him out? The<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_338">[Pg 338]</a></span> profits would be divided between the five of us that made up the company. There would even be something for Capi, for he would like to have Capi perform his tricks in the intervals. We agreed and promised to be there the next day @@ -9921,7 +9872,7 @@ was a long walk for us after a tiring day.</p> Tavern. The next day, after tying Capi to the caravan, where he was to be on guard, I hurried off to the race-course with Mattia.</p> -<p>We began to play as soon as we arrived and kept<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_339" id="Page_339">[Pg 339]</a></span> it up until night. My +<p>We began to play as soon as we arrived and kept<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_339">[Pg 339]</a></span> it up until night. My fingers ached as though they had been pricked with a thousand pins and poor Mattia had blown his cornet so long that he could scarcely breathe. It was past midnight. Just as they were doing their last turn a big bar @@ -9945,7 +9896,7 @@ shut the door in my face.</p> <p>Since I had been in England I had learned to speak English fairly well. I understood clearly what he said, but I had not the slightest idea -where Lewes was situated, and besides I could not go, even<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_340" id="Page_340">[Pg 340]</a></span> if I found +where Lewes was situated, and besides I could not go, even<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_340">[Pg 340]</a></span> if I found out the direction, and leave Mattia behind. I began my weary tramp back to the race-course; an hour later I was sleeping beside Mattia in Bob's wagon.</p> @@ -9979,7 +9930,7 @@ be sure to find the thieves; here's one, now where's his father?"</p> <p>I could not utter a word. Mattia, who had heard the talk, came out of the caravan and limped over to me. Bob was telling the policeman that I -could<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_341" id="Page_341">[Pg 341]</a></span> not be guilty because I had stayed with him until one o'clock, +could<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_341">[Pg 341]</a></span> not be guilty because I had stayed with him until one o'clock, then I went to the Old Oak Tavern and spoke to the landlord there, and came back here at once.</p> @@ -10013,7 +9964,7 @@ people, but they did not jeer me like the peasants in France had done at my first arrest; these people, almost all of them, were antagonistic to the police; they were gypsies, tramps, in fact, the Bohemian vagabond.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_342" id="Page_342">[Pg 342]</a></span></p><p>There were no onions strewn over this prison where I was now locked up. +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_342">[Pg 342]</a></span></p><p>There were no onions strewn over this prison where I was now locked up. This was a real jail with iron bars at the windows, the sight of which put all thought of escape from my mind. In the cell there was only a bench and a hammock. I dropped onto the bench and remained for a long @@ -10036,7 +9987,7 @@ kindly sort of man, told me that it would certainly be the next day.</p> <p>I had heard tales of prisoners finding messages from their friends in the food that was brought in to them. I could not touch my food, but I at once began to crumble my bread. I found nothing inside. There were -some potatoes also; I mashed<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_343" id="Page_343">[Pg 343]</a></span> them to a pulp, but I found not the +some potatoes also; I mashed<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_343">[Pg 343]</a></span> them to a pulp, but I found not the tiniest note. I did not sleep that night.</p> <p>The next morning the jailer came into my cell carrying a jug of water @@ -10062,7 +10013,7 @@ stand opposite, amongst several other persons, I saw the policeman who had arrested me. The public prosecutor in a few words stated the crime. A robbery had been committed in St. George's Church. The thieves, a man and a child, had climbed up a ladder and broken a window to get in. They -had with them a dog to give the alarm. At a quarter<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_344" id="Page_344">[Pg 344]</a></span> after one, a late +had with them a dog to give the alarm. At a quarter<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_344">[Pg 344]</a></span> after one, a late pedestrian had seen a light in the church and had at once aroused the sexton. Several men ran to the church; the dog barked and the thieves escaped through the window, leaving the dog behind them. The dog's @@ -10088,11 +10039,11 @@ not, be held for the assizes.</p> <p>I fell back on my bench. Oh, why had I not listened to Mattia.</p> -<hr /> +<hr > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_345" id="Page_345">[Pg 345]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_345">[Pg 345]</a></span></p> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXX" id="CHAPTER_XXX"></a>CHAPTER XXX</h2> +<h2><a id="CHAPTER_XXX"></a>CHAPTER XXX</h2> <h3>ESCAPE</h3> @@ -10115,7 +10066,7 @@ daybreak!" Then at once Mattia played his loudest on the cornet.</p> not addressed these French words to an English public. I was not sure what they meant, but evidently I had to be on the alert at daybreak the next morning. As soon as it was dark I got into my hammock, but it was -some time before I could go to sleep, although I was very<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_346" id="Page_346">[Pg 346]</a></span> tired. At +some time before I could go to sleep, although I was very<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_346">[Pg 346]</a></span> tired. At last I dropped off to sleep. When I awoke it was night. The stars shone in the dark sky and silence reigned everywhere. A clock struck three. I counted the hours and the quarter hours. Leaning against the wall I kept @@ -10142,7 +10093,7 @@ air and fell at my feet. Bob's head disappeared.</p> <p>I pounced on the ball. It was tissue paper made into a tiny ball like a pea. The light was too dim for me to see what was written on it; I had -to wait<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_347" id="Page_347">[Pg 347]</a></span> till day. I closed my window cautiously and lay down again in +to wait<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_347">[Pg 347]</a></span> till day. I closed my window cautiously and lay down again in my hammock with the tiny bit of paper in my hand. How slowly the light came! At last I was able to read what was written on the paper. I read:</p> @@ -10171,7 +10122,7 @@ condemned as a thief.</p> me to follow him. He was a man over fifty and I thought with satisfaction that he did not appear to be very nimble.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_348" id="Page_348">[Pg 348]</a></span></p><p>Things turned out just as Bob had said. The train rolled off. I took my +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_348">[Pg 348]</a></span></p><p>Things turned out just as Bob had said. The train rolled off. I took my place near the door where I had entered. The policeman sat opposite me; we were alone in the compartment.</p> @@ -10203,7 +10154,7 @@ middle of the seat. My left hand stole softly outside and turned the handle; with my right hand I held the door.</p> <p>The minutes passed; the engine whistled and slackened its speed. The -moment had come. I pushed open the door quickly and sprang out as far<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_349" id="Page_349">[Pg 349]</a></span> +moment had come. I pushed open the door quickly and sprang out as far<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_349">[Pg 349]</a></span> as I could. Fortunately, my hands, which I held out before me, touched the grass, yet the shock was so great that I rolled on the ground unconscious. When I came to my senses I thought that I was still in the @@ -10241,7 +10192,7 @@ eyes that resembled Capi's. But Capi was white....</p> <p>"What dog is that?" I asked.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_350" id="Page_350">[Pg 350]</a></span></p><p>Before Mattia could reply the ugly little animal had jumped on me, +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_350">[Pg 350]</a></span></p><p>Before Mattia could reply the ugly little animal had jumped on me, licking me furiously and whining.</p> <p>"It's Capi; we dyed him!" cried Mattia, laughing.</p> @@ -10275,7 +10226,7 @@ tricks of dog thieves."</p> <p>"Are you afraid?" asked Mattia, as I lay there in silence.</p> -<p>"No, not afraid," I answered, "for I don't think<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_351" id="Page_351">[Pg 351]</a></span> that I shall be +<p>"No, not afraid," I answered, "for I don't think<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_351">[Pg 351]</a></span> that I shall be caught. But it seems to me that in running away I admit my guilt. That worries me."</p> @@ -10305,7 +10256,7 @@ footsteps on the road. Bob was returning. My fate had been decided. A rough-looking sailor wearing a sou'wester and an oilskin hat was with Bob.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_352" id="Page_352">[Pg 352]</a></span></p><p>"This is my brother," said Bob; "he'll take you on his boat. So we'll +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_352">[Pg 352]</a></span></p><p>"This is my brother," said Bob; "he'll take you on his boat. So we'll have to part now; no one need know that I brought you here."</p> <p>I wanted to thank Bob but he cut me short. I grasped his hand.</p> @@ -10324,11 +10275,11 @@ sound."</p> <p>But we were not trembling now. We sat in the dark side by side.</p> -<hr /> +<hr > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_353" id="Page_353">[Pg 353]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_353">[Pg 353]</a></span></p> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXXI" id="CHAPTER_XXXI"></a>CHAPTER XXXI</h2> +<h2><a id="CHAPTER_XXXI"></a>CHAPTER XXXI</h2> <h3>HUNTING FOR THE SWAN</h3> @@ -10355,7 +10306,7 @@ remember that the <i>Eclipse</i> sails from here every Tuesday."</p> <p>It was a kind invitation, but Mattia and I each of us had our reason for not wishing to cross the sea again ... yet awhile.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_354" id="Page_354">[Pg 354]</a></span></p><p>Fortunately we had our profits from Bob's performance. In all we had +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_354">[Pg 354]</a></span></p><p>Fortunately we had our profits from Bob's performance. In all we had twenty-seven francs and fifty centimes. Mattia wanted to give Bob the twenty-seven francs in payment for the expenses he had been put to for my flight, but he would not accept a penny.</p> @@ -10384,7 +10335,7 @@ washed him thoroughly, each one taking it in turns until he was tired out. But Bob's dye was an excellent quality and when we had finished he was still yellow, but a shade paler. It would require many shampoos before we could get him back to his original color. Fortunately Normandy -is a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_355" id="Page_355">[Pg 355]</a></span> country of brooks and each day we gave him a bath.</p> +is a<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_355">[Pg 355]</a></span> country of brooks and each day we gave him a bath.</p> <p>We reached the top of a hill one morning and Mattia spied the Seine away ahead of us, winding in a large curve. From then on, we began to @@ -10409,7 +10360,7 @@ passed through Charenton about two months ago.</p> <p>Two months! What a lead it had! But what did that matter! We had our legs and they had the legs of two good horses and we should join them -some day. The question of time did not count.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_356" id="Page_356">[Pg 356]</a></span> The great thing, the +some day. The question of time did not count.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_356">[Pg 356]</a></span> The great thing, the wonderful thing was that the <i>Swan</i> was found!</p> <p>"Who was right?" cried Mattia.</p> @@ -10442,7 +10393,7 @@ them. What are those little white things they stick all over the fruit?"</p> <p>"Oh...." And Mattia opened his mouth as though he were swallowing a whole tart.</p> -<p>At each lock we had news of the <i>Swan;</i> every one<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_357" id="Page_357">[Pg 357]</a></span> had seen the +<p>At each lock we had news of the <i>Swan;</i> every one<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_357">[Pg 357]</a></span> had seen the beautiful barge and they spoke of the kind English lady and the little boy lying on a sofa under the veranda.</p> @@ -10482,7 +10433,7 @@ another.</p> <p>"Drowned!"</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_358" id="Page_358">[Pg 358]</a></span></p><p>"Yes, he fell into the lock and got caught below on a nail. And his +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_358">[Pg 358]</a></span></p><p>"Yes, he fell into the lock and got caught below on a nail. And his poor wife didn't know what to do, and then a lady that she lived with before she married was going to Egypt, and she told her she would take her as nurse to look after the children. She didn't know what to do with @@ -10503,11 +10454,11 @@ head like me.</p> <p>"To Switzerland. Lise was to have written to me so that I could give you her address, but I haven't received the letter yet."</p> -<hr /> +<hr > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_359" id="Page_359">[Pg 359]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_359">[Pg 359]</a></span></p> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXXII" id="CHAPTER_XXXII"></a>CHAPTER XXXII</h2> +<h2><a id="CHAPTER_XXXII"></a>CHAPTER XXXII</h2> <h3>FINDING A REAL MOTHER</h3> @@ -10531,7 +10482,7 @@ And then I did not know that the river Rhone was not navigable up to the Lake of Geneva. We had thought that Mrs. Milligan would go right to Switzerland on her boat. What was my surprise when arriving at the next town to see the <i>Swan</i> in the distance. We began to run along the banks -of the river. What was the matter? Everything was<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_360" id="Page_360">[Pg 360]</a></span> closed up on the +of the river. What was the matter? Everything was<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_360">[Pg 360]</a></span> closed up on the barge. There were no flowers on the veranda. What had happened to Arthur? We stopped, looking at each other both with the same sorrowful thoughts.</p> @@ -10560,7 +10511,7 @@ Milligan.</p> <p>We went from the lake to the mountains, from the mountains to the lake, looking to the right and to the left, questioning from time to time -people who, from their expression, we thought would be<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_361" id="Page_361">[Pg 361]</a></span> disposed to +people who, from their expression, we thought would be<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_361">[Pg 361]</a></span> disposed to listen and reply. Some one sent us to a chalet built way up on the mountain; another assured us that she lived down by the lake. They were indeed English ladies who lived up in the chalet on the mountain and the @@ -10593,7 +10544,7 @@ side of the garden that we saw the one who was waving.</p> <p>Lise! At last we had found her and not far away were Mrs. Milligan and Arthur!</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_362" id="Page_362">[Pg 362]</a></span></p><p>But who had sung? That was the question that Mattia and I asked as soon +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_362">[Pg 362]</a></span></p><p>But who had sung? That was the question that Mattia and I asked as soon as we found words.</p> <p>"I," answered Lise.</p> @@ -10623,7 +10574,7 @@ o'clock and be alone, then I can talk to you."</p> <p>She hesitated for a moment, then went up the garden.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_363" id="Page_363">[Pg 363]</a></span></p><p>"We ought not to wait till to-morrow to speak to Mrs. Milligan," said +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_363">[Pg 363]</a></span></p><p>"We ought not to wait till to-morrow to speak to Mrs. Milligan," said Mattia. "In the meantime that uncle might kill Arthur. He has never seen me and I'm going to see Mrs. Milligan at once and tell her."</p> @@ -10654,7 +10605,7 @@ attention. Her eyes did not leave mine.</p> <p>When I had finished she was silent for some time, still looking at me. At last she said: "This is a very serious matter and we must act -prudently.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_364" id="Page_364">[Pg 364]</a></span> But from this moment you must consider yourself as the +prudently.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_364">[Pg 364]</a></span> But from this moment you must consider yourself as the friend," she hesitated a little, "as the brother of Arthur. In two hours' time go to the Hotel des Alpes; for the time being you will stay there. I will send some one to the hotel to meet you. I am obliged to @@ -10688,7 +10639,7 @@ serve us on the balcony if we wished.</p> <p>"Good. Then you can serve these tarts."</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_365" id="Page_365">[Pg 365]</a></span></p><p>"All three?"</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_365">[Pg 365]</a></span></p><p>"All three?"</p> <p>"Certainly."</p> @@ -10719,7 +10670,7 @@ without any embarrassment and sat down on the velvet cushions.</p> <p>The drive was short, it seemed to me very short, for I was like one in a dream, my head filled with foolish ideas, or at least what I thought might be foolish. We were shown into a drawing-room. Mrs. Milligan, -Arthur, and Lise were there. <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_366" id="Page_366">[Pg 366]</a></span>Arthur held out his arms. I rushed over to +Arthur, and Lise were there. <span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_366">[Pg 366]</a></span>Arthur held out his arms. I rushed over to him, then I kissed Lise. Mrs. Milligan kissed me.</p> <p>"At last," she said, "the day has come when you can take the place that @@ -10749,7 +10700,7 @@ man who stole him, when you went there to inquire after his health."</p> <p>"That the man who is serving a sentence for robbing a church has made a full confession. He has stated how he stole my baby and took it to Paris -and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_367" id="Page_367">[Pg 367]</a></span> left it there. Here are the clothes that my child wore. It was this +and<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_367">[Pg 367]</a></span> left it there. Here are the clothes that my child wore. It was this good woman who brought up my son. Do you wish to read this confession. Do you wish to examine these clothes?"</p> @@ -10777,11 +10728,11 @@ we shall never be parted again. You will live with your mother and brother?" Then, pointing to Mattia and Lise, "and," she added, "with those whom you loved when you were poor."</p> -<hr /> +<hr > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_368" id="Page_368">[Pg 368]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_368">[Pg 368]</a></span></p> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXXIII" id="CHAPTER_XXXIII"></a>CHAPTER XXXIII</h2> +<h2><a id="CHAPTER_XXXIII"></a>CHAPTER XXXIII</h2> <h3>THE DREAM COME TRUE</h3> @@ -10803,7 +10754,7 @@ brother are in the secret. One will be missing from this feast. Alas! poor master! poor Vitalis! I could not do much for you in life, but at my request, my mother has had erected a marble tomb and placed your bust, the bust of Carlo Balzini, upon the tomb. A copy of this bust is -before me now as I write, and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_369" id="Page_369">[Pg 369]</a></span> often while penning my "Memoirs," I have +before me now as I write, and<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_369">[Pg 369]</a></span> often while penning my "Memoirs," I have looked up and my eyes have caught yours. I have not forgotten you; I shall never forget you, dear master, dear Vitalis.</p> @@ -10830,7 +10781,7 @@ Mendes, had been right.</p> my way at Paris for Christina. Shall be with you at 4 o'clock. Send carriage to meet us. <span class="smcap">Mattia</span>."</p></blockquote> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_370" id="Page_370">[Pg 370]</a></span></p><p>Mentioning Christina, I glanced at Arthur, but he turned away his eyes. +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_370">[Pg 370]</a></span></p><p>Mentioning Christina, I glanced at Arthur, but he turned away his eyes. I knew that Arthur loved Mattia's little sister, and I knew that in time, although not just yet, my mother would become reconciled to the match. Birth was not everything. She had not opposed my marriage, and @@ -10856,7 +10807,7 @@ they are going to Wales to visit the mines. The young one is to make observations which he will carry back to his own country to strengthen the high position which he now holds in the Truyère mine, and the other to add to the fine collection of minerals which the town of Varses -has<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_371" id="Page_371">[Pg 371]</a></span> honored him by accepting. It is the old professor and Alexix. +has<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_371">[Pg 371]</a></span> honored him by accepting. It is the old professor and Alexix. Lise and I greet our guests, the landau dashes up from the opposite direction with Arthur, Christina and Mattia. Following in its wake is a dog cart driven by a smart looking man, beside whom is seated a rugged @@ -10864,7 +10815,7 @@ sailor. The gentleman holding the reins is Bob, now very prosperous, and the man by his side is his brother, who helped me to escape from England.</p> -<div class="center"><a name="scan0399.jpg" id="scan0399.jpg"></a><img src="images/scan0399.jpg" width='486' height='700' alt="LET US NOW PLAY FOR THOSE WE LOVE" /></div> +<div class="center"><a id="scan0399.jpg"></a><img src="images/scan0399.jpg" alt="LET US NOW PLAY FOR THOSE WE LOVE" style="width: 486px; height: 700px"></div> <h4>"LET US NOW PLAY FOR THOSE WE LOVE."</h4> @@ -10889,7 +10840,7 @@ the rain, that it was now restored to its original color.</p> at my wife who stood beside me.</p> <p>Our guests drew round us in a circle. A dog suddenly came forward. Good -old Capi, he is very old<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_372" id="Page_372">[Pg 372]</a></span> and deaf but he still has good eyesight. From +old Capi, he is very old<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_372">[Pg 372]</a></span> and deaf but he still has good eyesight. From the cushion which he occupies he has recognized the harp and up he comes, limping, for "the Performance." In his jaws he holds a saucer; he wants to make the rounds of the "distinguished audience." He tries to @@ -10915,384 +10866,6 @@ London will be added to Capi's collection."</p> <h4>THE END</h4> - - - - - - -<pre> - - - - - -End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Nobody's Boy, by Hector Malot - -*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK NOBODY'S BOY *** - -***** This file should be named 25102-h.htm or 25102-h.zip ***** -This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: - http://www.gutenberg.org/2/5/1/0/25102/ - -Produced by Free Elf, Martin Pettit and the Online -Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net - - -Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions -will be renamed. - -Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no -one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation -(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without -permission and without paying copyright royalties. Special rules, -set forth in the General Terms of Use part of this license, apply to -copying and distributing Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works to -protect the PROJECT GUTENBERG-tm concept and trademark. Project -Gutenberg is a registered trademark, and may not be used if you -charge for the eBooks, unless you receive specific permission. If you -do not charge anything for copies of this eBook, complying with the -rules is very easy. You may use this eBook for nearly any purpose -such as creation of derivative works, reports, performances and -research. They may be modified and printed and given away--you may do -practically ANYTHING with public domain eBooks. Redistribution is -subject to the trademark license, especially commercial -redistribution. - - - -*** START: FULL LICENSE *** - -THE FULL PROJECT GUTENBERG LICENSE -PLEASE READ THIS BEFORE YOU DISTRIBUTE OR USE THIS WORK - -To protect the Project Gutenberg-tm mission of promoting the free -distribution of electronic works, by using or distributing this work -(or any other work associated in any way with the phrase "Project -Gutenberg"), you agree to comply with all the terms of the Full Project -Gutenberg-tm License (available with this file or online at -http://gutenberg.org/license). - - -Section 1. General Terms of Use and Redistributing Project Gutenberg-tm -electronic works - -1.A. By reading or using any part of this Project Gutenberg-tm -electronic work, you indicate that you have read, understand, agree to -and accept all the terms of this license and intellectual property -(trademark/copyright) agreement. If you do not agree to abide by all -the terms of this agreement, you must cease using and return or destroy -all copies of Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works in your possession. -If you paid a fee for obtaining a copy of or access to a Project -Gutenberg-tm electronic work and you do not agree to be bound by the -terms of this agreement, you may obtain a refund from the person or -entity to whom you paid the fee as set forth in paragraph 1.E.8. - -1.B. "Project Gutenberg" is a registered trademark. It may only be -used on or associated in any way with an electronic work by people who -agree to be bound by the terms of this agreement. There are a few -things that you can do with most Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works -even without complying with the full terms of this agreement. See -paragraph 1.C below. There are a lot of things you can do with Project -Gutenberg-tm electronic works if you follow the terms of this agreement -and help preserve free future access to Project Gutenberg-tm electronic -works. See paragraph 1.E below. - -1.C. The Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation ("the Foundation" -or PGLAF), owns a compilation copyright in the collection of Project -Gutenberg-tm electronic works. Nearly all the individual works in the -collection are in the public domain in the United States. If an -individual work is in the public domain in the United States and you are -located in the United States, we do not claim a right to prevent you from -copying, distributing, performing, displaying or creating derivative -works based on the work as long as all references to Project Gutenberg -are removed. Of course, we hope that you will support the Project -Gutenberg-tm mission of promoting free access to electronic works by -freely sharing Project Gutenberg-tm works in compliance with the terms of -this agreement for keeping the Project Gutenberg-tm name associated with -the work. You can easily comply with the terms of this agreement by -keeping this work in the same format with its attached full Project -Gutenberg-tm License when you share it without charge with others. - -1.D. The copyright laws of the place where you are located also govern -what you can do with this work. Copyright laws in most countries are in -a constant state of change. If you are outside the United States, check -the laws of your country in addition to the terms of this agreement -before downloading, copying, displaying, performing, distributing or -creating derivative works based on this work or any other Project -Gutenberg-tm work. The Foundation makes no representations concerning -the copyright status of any work in any country outside the United -States. - -1.E. Unless you have removed all references to Project Gutenberg: - -1.E.1. The following sentence, with active links to, or other immediate -access to, the full Project Gutenberg-tm License must appear prominently -whenever any copy of a Project Gutenberg-tm work (any work on which the -phrase "Project Gutenberg" appears, or with which the phrase "Project -Gutenberg" is associated) is accessed, displayed, performed, viewed, -copied or distributed: - -This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with -almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or -re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included -with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org - -1.E.2. If an individual Project Gutenberg-tm electronic work is derived -from the public domain (does not contain a notice indicating that it is -posted with permission of the copyright holder), the work can be copied -and distributed to anyone in the United States without paying any fees -or charges. If you are redistributing or providing access to a work -with the phrase "Project Gutenberg" associated with or appearing on the -work, you must comply either with the requirements of paragraphs 1.E.1 -through 1.E.7 or obtain permission for the use of the work and the -Project Gutenberg-tm trademark as set forth in paragraphs 1.E.8 or -1.E.9. - -1.E.3. If an individual Project Gutenberg-tm electronic work is posted -with the permission of the copyright holder, your use and distribution -must comply with both paragraphs 1.E.1 through 1.E.7 and any additional -terms imposed by the copyright holder. Additional terms will be linked -to the Project Gutenberg-tm License for all works posted with the -permission of the copyright holder found at the beginning of this work. - -1.E.4. Do not unlink or detach or remove the full Project Gutenberg-tm -License terms from this work, or any files containing a part of this -work or any other work associated with Project Gutenberg-tm. - -1.E.5. Do not copy, display, perform, distribute or redistribute this -electronic work, or any part of this electronic work, without -prominently displaying the sentence set forth in paragraph 1.E.1 with -active links or immediate access to the full terms of the Project -Gutenberg-tm License. - -1.E.6. You may convert to and distribute this work in any binary, -compressed, marked up, nonproprietary or proprietary form, including any -word processing or hypertext form. However, if you provide access to or -distribute copies of a Project Gutenberg-tm work in a format other than -"Plain Vanilla ASCII" or other format used in the official version -posted on the official Project Gutenberg-tm web site (www.gutenberg.org), -you must, at no additional cost, fee or expense to the user, provide a -copy, a means of exporting a copy, or a means of obtaining a copy upon -request, of the work in its original "Plain Vanilla ASCII" or other -form. Any alternate format must include the full Project Gutenberg-tm -License as specified in paragraph 1.E.1. - -1.E.7. Do not charge a fee for access to, viewing, displaying, -performing, copying or distributing any Project Gutenberg-tm works -unless you comply with paragraph 1.E.8 or 1.E.9. - -1.E.8. You may charge a reasonable fee for copies of or providing -access to or distributing Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works provided -that - -- You pay a royalty fee of 20% of the gross profits you derive from - the use of Project Gutenberg-tm works calculated using the method - you already use to calculate your applicable taxes. The fee is - owed to the owner of the Project Gutenberg-tm trademark, but he - has agreed to donate royalties under this paragraph to the - Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation. Royalty payments - must be paid within 60 days following each date on which you - prepare (or are legally required to prepare) your periodic tax - returns. Royalty payments should be clearly marked as such and - sent to the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation at the - address specified in Section 4, "Information about donations to - the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation." - -- You provide a full refund of any money paid by a user who notifies - you in writing (or by e-mail) within 30 days of receipt that s/he - does not agree to the terms of the full Project Gutenberg-tm - License. You must require such a user to return or - destroy all copies of the works possessed in a physical medium - and discontinue all use of and all access to other copies of - Project Gutenberg-tm works. - -- You provide, in accordance with paragraph 1.F.3, a full refund of any - money paid for a work or a replacement copy, if a defect in the - electronic work is discovered and reported to you within 90 days - of receipt of the work. - -- You comply with all other terms of this agreement for free - distribution of Project Gutenberg-tm works. - -1.E.9. If you wish to charge a fee or distribute a Project Gutenberg-tm -electronic work or group of works on different terms than are set -forth in this agreement, you must obtain permission in writing from -both the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation and Michael -Hart, the owner of the Project Gutenberg-tm trademark. Contact the -Foundation as set forth in Section 3 below. - -1.F. - -1.F.1. Project Gutenberg volunteers and employees expend considerable -effort to identify, do copyright research on, transcribe and proofread -public domain works in creating the Project Gutenberg-tm -collection. Despite these efforts, Project Gutenberg-tm electronic -works, and the medium on which they may be stored, may contain -"Defects," such as, but not limited to, incomplete, inaccurate or -corrupt data, transcription errors, a copyright or other intellectual -property infringement, a defective or damaged disk or other medium, a -computer virus, or computer codes that damage or cannot be read by -your equipment. - -1.F.2. LIMITED WARRANTY, DISCLAIMER OF DAMAGES - Except for the "Right -of Replacement or Refund" described in paragraph 1.F.3, the Project -Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation, the owner of the Project -Gutenberg-tm trademark, and any other party distributing a Project -Gutenberg-tm electronic work under this agreement, disclaim all -liability to you for damages, costs and expenses, including legal -fees. YOU AGREE THAT YOU HAVE NO REMEDIES FOR NEGLIGENCE, STRICT -LIABILITY, BREACH OF WARRANTY OR BREACH OF CONTRACT EXCEPT THOSE -PROVIDED IN PARAGRAPH F3. YOU AGREE THAT THE FOUNDATION, THE -TRADEMARK OWNER, AND ANY DISTRIBUTOR UNDER THIS AGREEMENT WILL NOT BE -LIABLE TO YOU FOR ACTUAL, DIRECT, INDIRECT, CONSEQUENTIAL, PUNITIVE OR -INCIDENTAL DAMAGES EVEN IF YOU GIVE NOTICE OF THE POSSIBILITY OF SUCH -DAMAGE. - -1.F.3. LIMITED RIGHT OF REPLACEMENT OR REFUND - If you discover a -defect in this electronic work within 90 days of receiving it, you can -receive a refund of the money (if any) you paid for it by sending a -written explanation to the person you received the work from. If you -received the work on a physical medium, you must return the medium with -your written explanation. The person or entity that provided you with -the defective work may elect to provide a replacement copy in lieu of a -refund. If you received the work electronically, the person or entity -providing it to you may choose to give you a second opportunity to -receive the work electronically in lieu of a refund. If the second copy -is also defective, you may demand a refund in writing without further -opportunities to fix the problem. - -1.F.4. Except for the limited right of replacement or refund set forth -in paragraph 1.F.3, this work is provided to you 'AS-IS' WITH NO OTHER -WARRANTIES OF ANY KIND, EXPRESS OR IMPLIED, INCLUDING BUT NOT LIMITED TO -WARRANTIES OF MERCHANTIBILITY OR FITNESS FOR ANY PURPOSE. - -1.F.5. Some states do not allow disclaimers of certain implied -warranties or the exclusion or limitation of certain types of damages. -If any disclaimer or limitation set forth in this agreement violates the -law of the state applicable to this agreement, the agreement shall be -interpreted to make the maximum disclaimer or limitation permitted by -the applicable state law. The invalidity or unenforceability of any -provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions. - -1.F.6. INDEMNITY - You agree to indemnify and hold the Foundation, the -trademark owner, any agent or employee of the Foundation, anyone -providing copies of Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works in accordance -with this agreement, and any volunteers associated with the production, -promotion and distribution of Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works, -harmless from all liability, costs and expenses, including legal fees, -that arise directly or indirectly from any of the following which you do -or cause to occur: (a) distribution of this or any Project Gutenberg-tm -work, (b) alteration, modification, or additions or deletions to any -Project Gutenberg-tm work, and (c) any Defect you cause. - - -Section 2. Information about the Mission of Project Gutenberg-tm - -Project Gutenberg-tm is synonymous with the free distribution of -electronic works in formats readable by the widest variety of computers -including obsolete, old, middle-aged and new computers. It exists -because of the efforts of hundreds of volunteers and donations from -people in all walks of life. - -Volunteers and financial support to provide volunteers with the -assistance they need, is critical to reaching Project Gutenberg-tm's -goals and ensuring that the Project Gutenberg-tm collection will -remain freely available for generations to come. In 2001, the Project -Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation was created to provide a secure -and permanent future for Project Gutenberg-tm and future generations. -To learn more about the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation -and how your efforts and donations can help, see Sections 3 and 4 -and the Foundation web page at http://www.pglaf.org. - - -Section 3. Information about the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive -Foundation - -The Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation is a non profit -501(c)(3) educational corporation organized under the laws of the -state of Mississippi and granted tax exempt status by the Internal -Revenue Service. The Foundation's EIN or federal tax identification -number is 64-6221541. Its 501(c)(3) letter is posted at -http://pglaf.org/fundraising. Contributions to the Project Gutenberg -Literary Archive Foundation are tax deductible to the full extent -permitted by U.S. federal laws and your state's laws. - -The Foundation's principal office is located at 4557 Melan Dr. S. -Fairbanks, AK, 99712., but its volunteers and employees are scattered -throughout numerous locations. Its business office is located at -809 North 1500 West, Salt Lake City, UT 84116, (801) 596-1887, email -business@pglaf.org. Email contact links and up to date contact -information can be found at the Foundation's web site and official -page at http://pglaf.org - -For additional contact information: - Dr. Gregory B. Newby - Chief Executive and Director - gbnewby@pglaf.org - - -Section 4. Information about Donations to the Project Gutenberg -Literary Archive Foundation - -Project Gutenberg-tm depends upon and cannot survive without wide -spread public support and donations to carry out its mission of -increasing the number of public domain and licensed works that can be -freely distributed in machine readable form accessible by the widest -array of equipment including outdated equipment. Many small donations -($1 to $5,000) are particularly important to maintaining tax exempt -status with the IRS. - -The Foundation is committed to complying with the laws regulating -charities and charitable donations in all 50 states of the United -States. Compliance requirements are not uniform and it takes a -considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up -with these requirements. We do not solicit donations in locations -where we have not received written confirmation of compliance. To -SEND DONATIONS or determine the status of compliance for any -particular state visit http://pglaf.org - -While we cannot and do not solicit contributions from states where we -have not met the solicitation requirements, we know of no prohibition -against accepting unsolicited donations from donors in such states who -approach us with offers to donate. - -International donations are gratefully accepted, but we cannot make -any statements concerning tax treatment of donations received from -outside the United States. U.S. laws alone swamp our small staff. - -Please check the Project Gutenberg Web pages for current donation -methods and addresses. Donations are accepted in a number of other -ways including checks, online payments and credit card donations. -To donate, please visit: http://pglaf.org/donate - - -Section 5. General Information About Project Gutenberg-tm electronic -works. - -Professor Michael S. Hart is the originator of the Project Gutenberg-tm -concept of a library of electronic works that could be freely shared -with anyone. For thirty years, he produced and distributed Project -Gutenberg-tm eBooks with only a loose network of volunteer support. - - -Project Gutenberg-tm eBooks are often created from several printed -editions, all of which are confirmed as Public Domain in the U.S. -unless a copyright notice is included. Thus, we do not necessarily -keep eBooks in compliance with any particular paper edition. - - -Most people start at our Web site which has the main PG search facility: - - http://www.gutenberg.org - -This Web site includes information about Project Gutenberg-tm, -including how to make donations to the Project Gutenberg Literary -Archive Foundation, how to help produce our new eBooks, and how to -subscribe to our email newsletter to hear about new eBooks. - - -</pre> - +<div style='text-align:center'>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 25102 ***</div> </body> </html> diff --git a/25102.zip b/25102.zip Binary files differdeleted file mode 100644 index 716aa29..0000000 --- a/25102.zip +++ /dev/null diff --git a/LICENSE.txt b/LICENSE.txt index 6312041..b5dba15 100644 --- a/LICENSE.txt +++ b/LICENSE.txt @@ -1,4 +1,4 @@ -This eBook, including all associated images, markup, improvements, +This book, including all associated images, markup, improvements, metadata, and any other content or labor, has been confirmed to be in the PUBLIC DOMAIN IN THE UNITED STATES. @@ -7,5 +7,5 @@ the "Copyright How-To" at https://www.gutenberg.org. No investigation has been made concerning possible copyrights in jurisdictions other than the United States. Anyone seeking to utilize -this eBook outside of the United States should confirm copyright +this book outside of the United States should confirm copyright status under the laws that apply to them. @@ -1,2 +1,2 @@ Project Gutenberg (https://www.gutenberg.org) public repository for -eBook #25102 (https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/25102) +book #25102 (https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/25102) |