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TWO FIUEiVUS.
A Pathetic Story of tho Siege of
Paris.
One elonr morning in January—that!
terrible Janu ry during the siege,
n leu famine was knocking at the very
g.lrs of Paris —M. Morissot, a dock
maker by trade, hut rendered an idler
by force of circumstances, was stroll
ing slowly along thn outer boulevards.
As with bowed head and hands thrust
deep in his pockets he walked on en
grossed in his own sad thoughts, he
suddenly stopped before a man whom
he recognized as an old friend. It was
M. Kauvage, whose acquaintance he
had made on the river hank.
On each Sunday before the war Mor
issot used to set out at dawn with a
bamboo cane in his hand and a tin box
strapped on his hack. He went by the
Argentoull railroad as far as Colombes,
and then walked to the Isle of Marante.
Scarcely arrived at that dreamy place
he would begin to fish, and would stay I
there till nightfall.
On eoeli Sunday he used to meet a
stout, jovial fellow, M. Sauvage, of the
Rue Notre Dame de Lorette, who was
also an enthusiastic fisherman. They
after passed a half day together, sit
ting side by side, their lines iu their
hands and their feet dangling over the
current, and a friendship soon sprang
up between them.
On some days they would not ex
change a word with one another, but
they grew Into that perfect under
standing which exists between per
sons who have similar tastes and who
experience similar emotions.
The two friends shook hands cor
dially, but both felt a tinge of sadness
at meeting under such gloomy circum
stances. M. Sauvage sighed and mur
mured:
“What a condition of things!"
Morissot gloomily replied:
“And what fine weather!"
They began to walk side by side and
Morissot continued:
“And our fishing? How pleasant U is
to think of it!"
M. Sauvage demanded:
"When shall we ever be able to go
again?"
They entered a little case and drank
together an absinthe and then resumed
their promenade along Uie boulevard.
Morissot stopped suddenly:
"Another glass?"
M. Sauvage assented:
"At your pleasure,” and they went
into another case. When they came
out M. Sauvage exclaimed:
“Supposing we go?”
"Where?"
"Why, fishing, to be sure."
"But where?”
"To our old place. The French ad
vanced post* are near Colombes. I
know Col. Dumoulin and I am sure
that he will let us pass."
Morissot trembled with anticipation.
"Good!" he cried. "I am with you,"
and they parted to get their hooks anil
lines.
An hour later they were walking side
l>y side on the highway.uad soon reached
tho villa in which the in,niu-i had es
tablished his headquarter , i.e smiled
at their request and good-naturedly
granted them a pass.
By eleven o'clock they had passed the
outer pickets and Colombes, and found
themselves ut the border of a small
vineyard that sloped down towards the
Seine.
Before them lay the apparently dead
and deserted village of Argenteuil.
The heights of Orgemnnt and Sunneis
dominated the landscape, and the
broad plain thut extends as far as
Nanterre was a picture of desolation
with its leafless trees and gruy
stretches of hare earth. .
M. Sauvage pointed toward the sum
mit of the hills, and murmured:
"Tho Prussians are there."
"Eh? Supposing we should meet
them?"
M. Sauvage replied with that Par
isian joviality which never deserted
him:
"We would offer them a fried fish.”
But still intimidated by the ominous
silence they hesitated to venture across
the field. At length M. Sauvage de
ckled:
"Cornel Come!" And stooping down
they crept through the vineyard, dodg
ing from hush to bush, straining their
eyes aud cars to detect tho slightest
suspicion of pursuit.
A stretch of bare ground remained to
tie crossed. After a long hesitation
they summoned their courage, and run
ning at full speed attained the river
bank and concealed themselves among
the dry reeds.
Morissot listened with his car to the
ground for souuds of pursuit, but he
heard nothing, anil upon this ussurance
of their safety they began to fish.
Before them the übatidoned isle of
Maraute shut out the view of the op
posite shore. The little restaurant was
closed, and appeared to have been de
serted for years.
M. Sauvage caught the first gudgeon,
Morissot the second, and from time to
time they pulled in their lines with a
fish wiggling ou the hook.
The sun poured its warm rays upon
them, and, absorbed iu their pastime
which had been so long denied them,
they soon became oblivious to their sur
roundings.
Suddenly a dull sound seemed to
burst from the earth. The cannonade
was being resumed.
Morissot turned his head, and away
to the left he perceived the great
silhouette of Mount Valarien, which
boro upon its brow a tuft of smoke,
j Soon a second jet of tlanu* shot out
I from the fortress, shortly succeeded by
i a third intonation. Then others fol-
I lowed, and at regular intervals the
i mountain sent forth its death-dealing
breath aud exhaled its milky vapors,
which, rising slowly in tile calm atmos
| phore, hung like a cloud above it.
Al. Sauvage shrugged his shoulders.
“They are beginning again," he said.
Morissot, who was anxiously watch
j ing his float, was suddenly seized with
; the anger of a peaceful man whoso
! calm is disturbed, and grumbled:
"Isn't it stupid to kill one another
I like that?"
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M. Sauvati- replied:
“They are worse thn the beasts
themselves "
And Moriasot, who had just pulled in
another lish, declared:
"And to think that this sort of tiling
! will continue as long as there are gov
ernments.” -
M. Nauv.v topped him.
"The re| . ...ic would not have de
clared war—” hut M. Morissot inter
rupted him, saying:
"With kings you have external war;
with republics you have internal wars."
And then they began a tranquil dis
cussion and solution of the great po
litieal problems with the limited reason
of peaceful, quiet men who agree upon
the one point that they will never en
joy true liberty.
Meanwhile the thunder of Mount
Valarien continued incessant'y, at
each discharge demolishing so many
French homes anil lives, rudely dis
pelling so many happy dreams, so
many anticipated pleasures, and opin
ing in the hearts of women and tnoth
j ers in this and other countries wounds
which will never heal.
"Such is life,” declared M. Sauvage.
“Say rather such is death," lightly
replied Morissot.
Suddenly they trembled with fear,
realizing that some one marched be
hind them, and, turning their heads,
they saw four Oennnu soldiers cover
ing them with their muskets.
Their lines slipped from their hands
and fell into the river; unit within a
few moments they were seized, bound,
thrown into a boat aud carried to the
island.
Itehind the house which they thought
deserted they found a squad of Herman
soldiers.
A bearded giant sitting astride a
chair and smoking a huge pipe with
porcelain bowl asked of them, in ex
cellent French:
“Well, gentlemen, have you had good
luck?"
Ity way of reply one of the soldiers
deposited at the ofllecr’s feet the
basketful of fish which he had taken
care to bring with him.
The Prussian smiled.
"Ah! that's not bad. But another
thing first. Listen:
•To me you are two spies sent to
watch me. I take you, and I shall
shoot you. You pretend to he fishing
in order to observe me the 1 letter. You
have fallen iuto ray hands—so much
the worse for you. Such is war.
"But as you passed the advance posts
you surely have the pass word with
which to return. Tell it to me and I
will release you.”
The two friends, pale and trembling,
their hands agitated by a slight, nerv
ous trembling, remained silent
The officer continued:
“No one will ever know it You will
return in peace. The secret will dis
appear with you. To refuse is immedi
ate death. Choose.”
The two friends made no reply.
The Prussian calmly said while point
ing towards the river:
"Think that in five minutes you will
be at the bottom of that stream. In
live minutes. You have families?”
The two friends stood rigidly erect
anil made no reply. The German gave
a few orders in his own lunguage, and
then moved his chair in order not to be
too near the prisoners. Twelve men
with loaded muskets then placed them
selves at a distance of twenty feet.
The officer continued:
"I will give you one minute—not a
second more.”
He arose aud brusquely approached
the two Frenchmen. Taking Morissot
by the arm he led him a short distance
away and said iu a low voice:
"Quick, the pass word. Your com
rade will never know.”
Morissot made no reply.
The Prussian then took Sauvage
aside aud made the same proposal to
him. •
M. Sauvage made no reply.
They again found themselves side by
side.
The officer gave a command, and the
soldiers raised their urins.
By chance, Morissots glance fell upon
the basket of lish lying on the ground
a few paces away. The shining scales
of the still living fish sparkled iu the
sunlight. In spite of himself his eyes
tilled with tears and he stammered:
“Good-by, M. Sauvage."
M. Sauvage responded:
“Good-by, M. Aforissot."
They shook hands. The officer cried:
“Fire!"
The twelve reports rang out like one.
M. Sauvage fell like a block. Morissot,
who was taller, wavered, turned and
fell across his companion, face up
wards, a Hood of blood rushiug from
his breast.
The German gave a new order,
whereupon his men marched away,
hut returned presently with cords and
stones, which they attached to the
feet of the corpses.
Two soldiers took Morissot by the
head anil feet aud bore him to the
river, and two others followed with
Sauvage. The bodies, poised for an in
stant, were thrown into the stream
and, describing a curve as they fell,
plunged feet foremost into the curreut.
The water foamed aud boiled and
then became calm, while a few little
waves reached as far as the shore. The
surface was slightly stained with blood.
The officer, still serene and unruffled,
quietly remarked:
"Now it is the turn of the fishes.”
Then, turning toward the house, he
noticed the basket of lish on the grass,
lie picked it tip, examined it, smiled
and cried:
“Wilhelm!"
A soldier wearing a white apron ran
up at his call, and the Prussian, throw
ing the fish to him, commanded:
"Fry these for me while they arc still
| alive. They will be delicious."
Then he resumed his pipe.—From
Maupassant, translated by Arthur A.
Folsom for Boston Budget.
—Mendicant (to actor)—"Would you j
oblige a brother professional with a
tritle to get some food? 1 used to be in
the business tuyseif contortionist."
Actor (giving quarter)— '"Well, here you
are, cx-tortionist." —Kate Field's Wash
| ington.
The Secret Drawer. '
Having nothing to do while
waiting for the clock to strike 8,
I he arranged his papers, laid his'
oen away in the drawer, ami alter;
casting a glance at his new wife’s
photo hanging in his office, he felt
so gay, so light-hearted, that he
could have slid down the baluster
of the sombre ministerial stair
case, but he contained himself,
and saluting the concierge, who
was surprised to see him leave so
early, entered the Rue Royal,now
bathed in sunshine. Certainly it
was unusual for such a model em
ploye to be abroad so early.
Well, what was the use of remain
ing two hours longer in the office
when there was nothing left to do
but peruse papers, kill flies or
some foolishness which was not
profitable?
He was not long in reaching his
house, for since his marriage lie
had lived in the Rue Royaleitself.
How surprised and pleased his
wife would be to see him home so
early. He entered stealthily on
the tips of his toes, crossed the
antechamber and stood iu the
parlor. It was empty.
No one in the dining room, no
one in the bedchumber nor the
boudoir. Evidently she was iu
the garden, hiding to surprise
tiim, or possibly swinging in a
hammock, enjoying the fragrant
warmth of the beautiful day. He
ran there quick as a thought. He
did uot find his wife. This was
getting serious. What on earth
does this mean; where could she
be? He knew of nothing pressing
that could have called her away.
It was understood that she was
always to wait for him. If the
beautv of the day had tempted
her, she shoq’d have stopped at
the minister’s and told him as
usual, so he went there now,
Finding no trace of her he re
turned to his home perspiring
freely. In the room everything
reminded him of her. A vague
perfume—her oerfume—floated
over all, A haudkerchief thrown
down on the edge of the toilet ta
bl, a pair of gloves, too soiled
perhaps for use, left on the bed
room mantel, showed that she had
gbne out in a hurry, because she
was so orderly generally, and ev
erything had its place. There was
another reason for believing that
something unusual had called her
away or why were these trifles
tossed about so recklessly. Tor
mented with doubt his mind filled
with vague suspicion, he sat
down in the parlor and resigned
himself to wait for her return; but
he could not remain quiet. After
some moments he went toward
the secretary and opened the
book case above it. As the class
ics were in the back, he took out
the volume in front, which he
placed on a table at his side and
began reading a volume of Mo
liere.
The secretary was of ebony of
tbe time of Louis XVI, orna
mented with bronze open work.
The desk leaf within was covered
with stamped leather,’and above
it, hidden iu the fretwork, was a
false drawer. His wife was fond of
this piece of furniture, which he
had given her one fete day about
a month after their marriage. He
had hunted a long time before he
discovered it at an old antiqua
rian’s who assured him that it
had remained in the possession of
tine family ever since it was made.
It was an elegant and graceful
piece of furniture, and in spite of
the high nrice Louis had not hes
itated to buy it. Then it was in
stalled iu the apartment during
bis wife's absence, and when she
came aud saw it, how she had
flung her arms about her hus
band's neck aud thanked him as
only a true wife can!
It was indeed a little marvel. I
She had opened all the little j
drawers and poured iuto them a 1
thousand and one littletritles that i
constitute a woman’s treasure, aud
of w hich she is more proud than
lof her jewels, and she said, “this
iis my secretary,” with all the I
| jealcus pride of a proprietor.
Louis soou found the passage
he was seeking iu Moliere, and it
bad diverted his mind. He wus j
; less worried than before.. As he j
whs replacing the books one
slipped from hm baud, and in at
tempting to catch it he struck the
moulding on the top of the sec
retary. There »as the sound of
I a click, and the front of the false
| drawer swung open, displaying a
j hiding place whose existence he
least expected, and why his wife
hadn’t spoken to him about this,
uor had the merchant who sold
it, or he would probably have
made it an excuse forra'siug the
price.
Suddenly be saw a package of
letters in the depths of this tiny
closet. Here was a romance! No
doubt these papers were precious
documents and hid been placed
there during the Revolution. He
undid the package and then
started back. Instead of antique
manuscript the paper was quite
new and the handwriting perfect
ly modern, so modern that the
ink was still black. He was
tempted to throw this package,
which burned his hands, back in
the drawer and put everything
in order again, but curiosity was
stronger than reason, and with a
trembling hand he opened the
first letter. At the first word
which lie read a mist came before
his eyes. He fell outstretched on
the sofa. These letters without
doubt had been placed there by
his wife, who had said nothing to
him about the secret drawer that
he had discovered. What he be
lieved to be the correspondence
of a friend, written in response
to those confidences which a
young woman would be apt to
make after marriage, was in fa
man’s hand. And what other
man but himself had a right to
address her as “My Darling.”
He opened the letters one after
another. There was little varia
tion in the way they began; it was
either “My Adored one” or “My
Well Beloved." Well, he would
get at the heart of the matter, so
he began to read one of the let
ters, the one first under his hand.
This is what it contained:
“My Dearest Well Beloved.—
When you informed me yester
day that they were forcing you to
marry in order to forget me; that
your parents obliged you to pre
fer my rival; I could not refrain
from tears and reproaches. You
know my love for you—that is my
only excuse. To-day I am com
ing to beg you to postpone this
impossible union. Tell this man
that you do not love him; that
yon can never love him. He will
understand and retire. If he
persists, then so much the worse
for him. Fear nothing. lam not
threatening you. To-day I am
calm. My whole happiness is in
your hands. I await your answer
with impatience, but confidence.
With deepest love,
' Julian.”
He passed his hand tremblingly
over his forehead, looked around
him stupidly, asking himself if
this was not some frightful dream.
No, he was at home in his own
parlor near his wife’s secretary,
and in his hand was a letter—a
love letter.
“My God, is it possible that my
wife was forced to marry me when
she loyed some one else better?”
This was too much for him just
at this point, and there he lay,
pale as death, upon the sofa in
his own parlor.
(continued.)
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Price 25c.
Homestead Notice.
GEORGIA, Walker County.
E. G. W. Moon has applied to
me for supplemental exemption
of personalty and setting apart of
homestead, and I will pass upon
the same at my office at 10 o’clock
a. m.. Monday March the sth,
1894. This February sth 1894.
W. B. Foster,
Ordinary.
Letter* of Administration
j GEORGIA, Walker County.
To all whom it may concern: J.
; C. Bohannon has in due form ap
plied to the uudersigned for let
ters of administration ou the es
tate of Mary Bohannon, deceased,
I and the same will be passed upon
: at my office on the first Monday
March next. This February 6th,
11594. - W. B. Foster,
marl Ordinary.
Legal Advertisement!
Notice.
All persons holding- notes of!
accounts against the estate oafa
Win, Shaw, late of said county;?*
deceased, are hereby notified to “
present the same to u.e for collec- *
rion in thirty days from date.
This lauuaiy 25th, 1894.
febls J. F. Shaw, Admr.
Letters of Dismission
GEORGIA, Walker County.
W, P. Blackwell administrator
of the estate of J. G. Blackwell,
decea-sed, applies to me for let
ters of dismission from said estate.
I will pass upon said application
on the first noonday in March
next, at my office in LaFayette,
said county. Given under my
hand and official signature, this
4th day of December, 1893.
marl W. F. Foster, Ordinary.
Letters of Disini sion.
GEORGIA, Walker County.
Mrs. M. A. Lawrence, adminis
tratrix of the estate of N.V. Law
rence, deceased, applies to me
for letters of dismission from said
estate. I will pass upon said ap
plication on the first Monday in
April, ttf'xt, at my office in La-
Fayette, said county. Given un
der my hand and official signa
ture, this sth day of January,
1894. W. B. Foster,
march 30. Ordinary.
Letters ol taiiardiauship.
GEORGIA, Walker County.
To all whom it may concern:
F. H. Sims having in due form
applied to the undersigned for
the guardianship of the person
and property of minor heirs of
James M. Eidson, late of said
county, deceased. Notice is
hereby given that his application
will be heard at my office on the
first Monday in March next.
Given under my hand and official
signature, this the Ist day of
February, 1894.
'V. B. Foster
marl. Ordinary.
Sheriff Sale.
GEORGIA, Walker County.
Will be sold at the door of the
court house of said county within
tha legal hours of sale on the first
Tuesday in March, 1894, the fol
lowing described property to-wit:
150 acres more or less of lots of
land N 05.79, 80 and 101,in the 7th
district and 4th section of Walker
county, Ga., and known as the J.
F. Pickard place. Said tract of
land being bounded on the west
by the original west boundary
line of said lot No. 79, on the
south by the lands of J. D. Tay
lor and G. A. Langley, on the
east by the lands of J. M. and J.
B. Ransom, J. D. Taylor and A.
J. Caldwell, and on the north by
the lands of T. B. Lawrence and
the estate of D. C. Fariss. Lev
ied on and to sold as the property
of J. F. Pickard under and by vir
tue of two' fi. fi.s. issued from the
Justice Court of the 871st district
G. M. in favor of Patton & Jack
son vs. said J. F. Pickard. Said
fi. fas. owned and controlled by
H. P. Lumpkin, transferee. This
February 3rd, 1894.
marl W. A. Foster, Sheriff.
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