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f illie disastrous result of the assault on
the 30th of July, 1S64, is mainly at
vtwib til able to the fact that the plans and
suggestions of the General who had de
voted his attention for so long a time to
the"' subject, who had carried out to a
successful completion the project of inin
ang 'the enemy's works, and who had
carefully selected and drilled his trooj)S
for the purpose of securing whatever ad
vantages miirlit be attainable from the
explosion of the mine, should have been
so 'entirety disregarded by a General
who had evinced no faith in the success
ful prosecution of that work, had aided
it by no countenance or open approval,
and had assumed the entire direction
and control onty when it was completed,
and the time had come for leaping any ad
vamtages that misht be derived from it."
On page 22 of the same book Gen.
Burnside testifies :
" !Did you deem it very essential that
the troops who were to lead the advance
should be instructed and drilled in cer
tain movements for it somewhat before
tlic springing of the mine? "
" Yes, sir, I deemed that essential in
this cafe. It is better that officers and
311011 should know the work they jjave
to do; and if the men can be drilled
"with a view to a specific work they can
always do that work better. This battle
"svns quite different from almost any other
that occurred during the war."
Coll. Jas. C. Duane, on page 112,
testified before the Investigating Com
mittee as follows:
3Iap op Pcteesbubg Jl.I)
'" What in your opinion was the cause
of the failure of the attack ? "
"I think the difficulty was that
proper measures had not been taken to
OLKAR AWAY THE OIlSTIirCTIONS
both in front of our own lines and the
enemy's lines ; and also in making the
attafck by the flank instead of in columns.
Onejcause of the delay of the troops in
reaching the cnenry's lines was owing to
the want of a proper outlet or debouch
ment for the troops."
T am very glad to he able to quote
Li.eut.-Gen. U. S. Grant's evidence, given
before the Investigating Committee on
th5nduct of the War at the time of
tllqHnvestigation. In the book pub
lished giving the evidence, on page 123
4; avail he found the following testimony
from Gen. TJ. S. Grant :
" Will you give the committee such
, .Jnfownation as you majr deem important
' -in regard to the action before Peters
burg, July 30 ? "
ff I had made a movement on the 29th
7 ofJVIy to draw the principal part of the
enemy's forces from the vicinity of the
contemplated mine explosion, over on
the Jiprth side of the James River, and
telegraphed to Gen. Meade that on the
mormng of the 30th would be a good
time to explode the mine.
'"I am satisfied that if the troops
v.'hich led the charge had been projxjrl'
commanded, and had been led in ac
cordance with orders, we would have
captured Petersburg with all the artillery
and a good portion of its support, with
out the loss of 500 men.
" The opportunity was lost in conse
quence of the division commanders not
in with their men. Gen. Burnside,
Mowas fully alive to the importance
of tins battle, trusted to the pulling of
straws which division commander should
lead. It happened to fall on what I
tljgugbt was the worst commander in
liis'&irp. I knew that fact before the
mine was exploded, but did nothing in
regard to it.
" Tfiat is the only thing I blame my
Folf for. I knew the man was the one
that J considered the poorest division
coitrmandcr that Gen. Burnside had I
mean Gen. Lcdlie.
' -"$' think if I had been a corps com
mander and had the mine in charge I
yvtSviM have been down in the ravine on
tb'e scene of action, instead of away
back, and would have seen that every
tHng went right ; or, if I had been the
comuMUider at the division tbnt, hnd in
tnlwV the lead, I think 1 would have gone 1
in 'win my division. vc Have a great
many officers here who would have done
the atne thing."
H am sure Gen. Stevenson, who com
manded my division at Spottsylvania,
and who w:is killed there, would have
-idtem w beyond the crater at least.
43urg. H. E. Smith, 27th Mich., (2sinth
Corps,) said, to questions by Judge
.Adyocate of the committee. 'on we
" Did Gen. Ferrero leave the bomb
uef and accompany his troops to the
front when they left"? "
"Yes, sir; but I think he returned
after the stampede of the darkies. Gen.
Lodlk was in the bomb-proof. He
asked me for stimulants, and said he
bad malaria, and was struck with a
epont ball. He inquired for Gen. Bart
loll, as he wanted to turn the command
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over (o him and go to the rear. I was
in and about the bomb-proof attending
to the wounded.
After mature deliberation on the tes
timony adduced the Court of Inquiry
find the following facts attending the
unsuccessful assault on the 30th of July :
" The halting of the troops in the
crater, instead of going foiwardlo the
crest. 2so proper employment of en
gineer officers and working parlies, and
of materials and tools for their use, 111
the Ninth Corps. That some of the
assaulting columns were not properly
led. The want of a competent common
head at the scene of the assault, to
direct affairs as occurrences should de
mand. The General's Headquarters
were too far away.
" "We censure Maj.-Gen. Burnside for
not preparing his parapets and abatis
for the passage of the columns of assault-
"We censure Brig.-Gen. Lcdlie for
not going in the enemy's -works with his
division, and by his personal efforts en
deavoring to lead his troops forward, lie
knowing fully what the movements were
belter than the Colonels- He was most
' of the time in a bomb-jiroof, 10 rods in
rear ot the mam line 01 ttic rwnin vorpb
works, where it was impossible for him
to see anything of the movements of
troops that were going in.
" We censure Brig.-Gen. Fcrrero and
Col. Z. 11. Bliss, 7th R. I, commanding
First Brigade, Second Division, Ninth
Corps, for remaining behind with part
of their command, and not going in the
enemy's works with their assaulting
" We censure Brig.-Gen. O. B. Wil
cox. The court is not satisfied that
Gen. Wilcox's Division made eflbits
commensurate with the occasion to
carry out Gen. Burnside's order to ad
vance to Cemetery Hill, and they think
that more energy might have been exer
cited by Brig.-Gen. Wilcox to cause his
troops to go forward to that point."
To show that Lieut-Gen. U. S. Grant
was very much disappointed, and that
he counted on capturing Petersburg
that day, I copy the following dispatch
sent to Gen. Meade the next day, Aug.
Cipher received 11:40 n. mj
Telkgbapji rno.M City Point.
0:30 a. at., Aii2. 1, ISGi
diaj.-uiijs. jin.M)i:: iJnvo yon imy estimates
of your losses in the miserable failure of Satur
day? J think thore will have to he an investi
gation of the matter. So fair an opportunity
will probably never occur ajain for carrying
fortifications; preparations were good, orders
anip!e, and every: hin?, so far as I can gee, sub
sequent to tho explosion of the mine, shows
that almost without loss the crest bevoml tho
mine could have been carried. This would
have given us Petersburg, with all its artillery
and a large part of tho garrison, beyond douht.
An intercepted dispatch states that tho enemy
reciiptured their line, with Gen. Bartlctt and
statr, 75 commissioned oflicers, and 000 rank
TJ. S. Gkant, Licutcnant-Geucral.
Official: & Williams,
Jlcmorlal Day Excursion to "Winchester and
In aid Green Clay Smith Monument Fund
under auspices of Union Veteran Union, by
special train leaving . & O. Depot at 8 a. m.
31ay 30. Uatc, S1.75 for the round trip Tor
adults; 90 cents for children.
Didn't Sen the Pocket book.
A hard-looking lough was on trial in the
Court of Geiieial Sessions. Judge Cowing
was on the bench. Lawyer Howe, in a voice
husky whli emotion, addressed the jury:
"Gentlemen, my client is a poor man. JJc
wa.s driven by hunger and want to take a
small sum of money. All that he wanted
was sufficient money to buy hiead, for it is
in evidence that he did not mko the pocket
book containing 300 that was iu the same
The eloquent attorney for the accused was
interrupted by lhe convulsive sobs of his
"Why do you weep? asked Judge Cow
ing ot the doomed mau.
"decors 1 didn't see der pocketbook in de
Cholly Spindle (a? three pistol h0fs arc
iired in quick siicceteion iu the chamber
nbov) My gracious! I I must be going'
iFiinii iiiittn i 4i
now. and it will lw. i..ir ..
hour before he cornea down and begins to
Willie (studying hia lesson) Say, Pa,
whore doca the Hudson riao?
J'a (hesitating) 1 don't know exactly.
Millie You don't! Just think of it
to-morrow the tiaehcr'Jl lick me liko blazes
on account of your ignorance!
Tramp vk. Dude.
I Truth J
Tramp Remember, boss, I was once
Algy (giving him a dollar) How did you
get so d, liferent?
Tramp Oh, I was too proud to live on
. . Ga'3' Irk fan Oklahoma hello)
A w, don't be iu a rttali, Mr. Spindle ! That
is only Dad'rt way of biutiug that it is ball-
... ..... U1, miiiiu jvau : ne is li
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THE JMTIOML TRIBUNE: WASHINGTON. tt 0.. TRURSDAT, MAY 21, 1896.
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Every year since he had been old enough,
Pierre Pomerio, a j'oung farmer of Plerin,
near Saint JJrieuc, went to the Isleof Jersey,
tohelp with the harvesting and to glean the
shillings of these Anglo-Normans who need
the aid of foieign arrnd to cut their grain
and stack L
Jfc earned more there in two week1? than
he did at home in three month?, and his
mother slipped the jneces of money into an
old stocking and hid it behind a pile of linen
in the drawer of the great folding-bed.
Pierre wan now just 21; strongly built as a
proressional wrestler, with lists fit to knock
down an ox, and blue eyes solt a? a girl'.
His mother was a widow, and he was her
only child. A qneer fellow; for Pierre,
with his Herculean chest, was withal a
timid soul. Fond of romance and passing
many a long night on the plains with an old
shepherd who related Jircton legends, he
sometimes It'll ncivous and started at the
writhing of the willow branches or the danc
ing light of the will-o'-the-wisp.
Afraid? no; Pierre was no coward. Only
he filled his head with impossibilities, with
fantasies about golden-haired fairies smil
ing from tho depths of the clear spring or
the clefts of the rocky ccast, aud with stories
about penniless young men encountering
tattered princesses in the yellow goncsta
bloom, or crouched amid the rushes, who
were llceing Irom wicked enchanters or
ferocious chevalier.", and who a' ways mar
ried the peasant lad after he had vanquished
'tho persecutor. Such incident were of
frequent occurrence in the old shepherd's
narrations; but Pierre knew they never
happened in real life, at least in his part of
the country; though, to be sure, he had
heard a surpriiing rumor of a very ordinary
Breton girl who had married a Russian
Prince aL Paris. Perhaps she was a fairy.
One never can tell.
Just at present, however, he wasn't think
ing about fairies, nor about the old shepherd
and his immense. Pierre was leaving Jer
sey with 212 francs in his pocket, besides a
fine J'Zngiiab kn-fe of Shellicld steel, with
four blades, whicli he had bought from a
cutler on King street; a superb knife equal
to cutting down a sapling or killing an ani
mal. 1I& had also some English needles for
his mother, and a heart of rose and black
Jersey granite ornamented with silver,
which he meant to give to come pretty girl;
for he intended to marry, just for the sake
of being married, vi:hout having fallen iu
love or chosen among the charming maids of
Saint Urieuc. And while the sailors hoisted
the sails which Uapjicd against the wind, he
lay dreaming on the, deck. To kill tune he
wondered on whom he should beatow this
trinket. How pietty it would look ail glit
tering with its six silver letters, Jersey, as it
rose and fell over the white bostiin of some
lovely gifl. He p.Hcd ihem in review be
fore his mind: Auue P'oubarn of Plerin,
with her small white teeth and rosy dimpled
cheeks, who laughed f-o merrily; Marie lier
cen, who salted the codfish at liinic with
her f-Icev&s rolled up, her arms ns white as
the milk of her cows ; the big Gicquel girl
who amused herself by letting her long
hair down and dipping the ends in the sea
by bending backwards ever so little co
quette! and little Jeanne, so tiny and frail
he could Miap her like a toy between his
hands, but who teased him and made fun of
him until he longed to plunge bis fhts into
her yellow hair nurimprinta hearty kiss on
her merry lips. All pretty, these girls, every
one of them; it was really difficult to decide
his mother must choose her daughter-in-law
; for, after all. if it were loft to him he
would sigh for one of those fairy Princesses
of the shepherds tales. And Priucesjes
were not for common mortals.
Presently the wind ro.se and the boat
danced like a cork over the heavy billows.
The feea giew rougher and rougher. The
coast is dangerous about Binic, and the
boat, having broken some machinery during
the gale, was obliged to sick refuge in Saint
Malo, where it arrived in a terrible tempest.
There they must remain for 24 hours to
have the damage repaired ; but Pomerio was
glad of the chance to visit the old town.
He was wandering about at hazard that
evening, awaiting the hour to return to the
little inn where he had taken a night's lodg
ing. Tho storm had cleared, the (-ley was
glittering with stars. The sea in the dis
tance seemed to be sleeping, as though ex
hausted after its rage. To and fro Pierre
wandered, admiring the luminous disk of
the clock in the tall open-work spire of the
Cathedral. He heard the drums and bu
gles sounding tho retreat through the nar
row streets, and the dark old city was still ;
as he walked he now hcatd nothing but the
sound of his own footsteps.
He passed under an arch, where in a niche
he kiw a large white stntue of Madonna,
burrounded by tapers burning under glass.
He took off his hat, saluting reverently.
Then he sauntered to the quai, where he
noticed lights flaring about an immense
booth, from which caino a singular sort of
music that attracted him. People were
pushing and crowding before this construc
tion of planks and canvas. On the front
Pomerio read iu illuminated letters: "Alge
rian Concert of the Sultanas."
Sailors, fishermen, peasants gazed in open
mouthed fascination at a lean little mau,
the manager, who wore a red fez and spoke
with an odd accent as ho cried in a high,
sharp tone: "Walk in! walk in!" Aud
this peculiar voice, the jargon half Italian,
half Levantine of the little man, puzzled
the young Ureton farmer and aroused his
curiosity. ''Come!" shouted the showman;
"come and see the beautiful Kadoudja lvadja,
tho daughter of the Emir of Biskia, the
prettiest girl of Algeria, who will have tho
honor of dancing before the honorable as
sembly the dance of the Almelis of Tangiers
and. the Ivabyles of the desert!"
Pierre Pomerio had not the least idea of
what an Emir was, and hejunderstood very
9m . w)
Sy JuLEJ LArEXl3
little of the showman's rigmarole; but these
names pleased his fancy, delighted his car:
"Kadja, liiakra, the Emir and the desert!"
He felt stirred by wonder and interest as
when he read romances or listened to the
legends of old Yan, the Shepherd.
''Walk in! walk in! follow the crowd ! "
Pifrre elbowed his way through the
people and entered. After seating himself
he looked ab'iut him and felt dazzled. It
seemed to him that, ho had slipped into one
of those grottos where spirits assemble in
their beauty and vanish when annronched.
There, on a narrow little
malodorous lamps, two women and a man
stared at the audience with weary eyes. A
mixed audience it was where peasants and
fisberfolk of Ille-ct-Vilaine sat bciitlo Pa
risians and other fashionably dressed so
journers who had come for the sea bathing.
A musician, wearing a turban, sat half
asleep before an old piano waiting for the
performance to begin, and wliilo the specta
tors among tho tourist element of which
could be heard some stilled laughter gazed
at. these creatures dressed in tag-ends of
silk and tinsel, they, poor things, crouched
quietly on their Kara mania cushions tired
ou t, pcrhaj s, or overcome by a sort of bestial
stupidity. One of the women, coarse and
leivy, wrap; el in Algcri.in htufiV, slowly
moved her large, cow-like eyes from one
corner of the theater to another. The man
was an enormous Soudan negro, dressed in
wlrt' who had a mouth like a hippopota
mus and showed his long white teeth in a
s lent, s'lly laugh. And between these two
creatures, one stupid, the other ferocious, as
though crushed by the weight of the big
woman aud threatened by the canine fangs
of ihe Moor, ?at the prettiest girl ituuginn-
b.c. a delicate being with velvety eyes, lips
pai ted very red, while the cheeks were
pale. Relow a silken coif fell her dork,
gloisy hair.and the exquisite juvenile bosom
was half revealed where the yellow vest was
Ah! Pierre Pomerio saw this ravishing
Kndja daughter of an Emir! lhe instant
he entered. And his, .eyes fastened on her
like the eyes of a madman, Hashing out blue
sparks under the commonplace lamplight,
lie sat half bent, bjn-headfd, with bis hands
on Iih knees, stqring nt this beauty with
this steady shining ,gaze. From head to
fool, from the thck black hair to the tiny
red-qiangled slippers tho lad devoured
Kadja with his eyes,, until she noticed him
amid the'throng ayd slowly turned her
shapely, disdainful liad in his direction.
Oil ! but she was lonely, lovely as a dream,
lovely as the fairy of Stint Cast, with her
garland of sea-weed'. Picrrf felt his head
turning, but remembered Yan's warning:
"You must never presume to touch a fairy;
for they are not t:ime,ryon know."
Tho man who ha.d'j"nvited the people in,
now entered the l,fttla theater, aud, with his
piping voice, annoiinqnd that the perform
ance would begiijj j,
"Aicha," hulifcrand,genllemfin, "(he noble
Algciian LVidy- Aicl;a, will first show' you
the Tunis step, after which the handsome
Ali will pcrlorm the great dance of the
Ivabyles of Znatcha. and then MIJc. Kadja,
the daughter of the Emir, will charm you
by her graceful perfoimanco of the dance of
the Almeli-t of Tangiers!"
Everybody was staling at the pretty
KaHj i, while the impresario was talkiTig,
and they continued to gaze at her while, to
the wheezing sound of the worn-out piano,
the "noble Aicha" twisted herself about
like a very heavy elephant, grunting the
while a gutteral incanta'ion and dandling
her venerable head from side to side. Some
of the tourists from Hinard and Parame,who
had dropped in there by chance, were highly
amused, and the old woman glared at them
with her wrinkled, faded eyes, which had,
doubtless, once bceii-fine.
''Now for the handsome Ali! Come on,
Ali, give us the dance of the desert!"
Poor Aicha fell back like a great bundle
on her cushions, and the African writhed,
wriggled, rolled tho whites of his eyes and
grinned till he looked like the lrightful
nightmare of a dentist's sign. The women
of the audcncd hid their laughter behind
their fans; but Pierre Pomerio saw nothing
of Ali's comical contortions, nor the annoy
ance of the impresario aud pianist over the
mocking humor of lhe ctowd. Ho saw
nothing but Kadja, pretty Kadja, whose soft
eyes now rested on him fixedly, while an iu
dulgent smile parted her lip. The simple
fellow felt his heart heating wildly, his ears
were filled with a rushing sound like the
thunder of the angry waves, he almost
shouted aloud in his excitement, and could
not repress aq "Ah!" which made several
people turn and look nt him, when Kadja in
her turn quitted her cushions and arose tall,
slender, delicate as (he alcm of a flower,
shaking back her unbound hair as though
the weight wero too grrat for her.
Jn her left hand, above her head, sho held
a little tambourine, which she occasionally
struck with her rijiht hand, accompauying
her slow, graceful movements by a stiange,
monotonous chant, Aicha and Ali marhiug
tho rhythm by clapping their hands aud
'Katljti 1 JCadju! Ai Kndja ! "
Emle by little this plaintive air entered
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into Pierre's very soul, an inionso sadness
overpowering him, making him long to
weep or flee. It seemed to him that Kadja
looked wistfully toward him, that her eyes
were full of tears, and that she was saying
in this language he did not understand:
"Oh ! who will come to my rescue? Who
will love me, deliver me! Save me from
Kadja ! Kadja ! A i Kaoudja !
Her dance was over, she was applauded
warmly ; and smiling, breathless, her deli
cate nostrils quivering as she panted, sho
bowed her thiiuks, especially in the direc
tion of the big young fellow who3e blue
eyes never quitted tho "daughter of the
Sho bowed, and the audience returned her
salutation as though she were a Princess,
the good souls of Saint Malo looked with
awe on her bespangled raiment. Pierre
also bowed, trying to convey to her some
expression of his admiration, his wild de
votion mingled with sincere respect.
"Ladies aud gents," said the manager,
"Mile. Kadja will now take up a collection
for her own benefit. What you give her
will be for hcrselC Do not forget tho
daughter of tho Emir of Biskra. Mile.
Kndja has not always been obliged to dance
in public. Let us hope your generosity will
recall to her the palace of her eminent
Little sniggers of mirth from the Parisians
greeted this speech, which was made in a
farcastic tone. A smile even passed over
Kadja's own mocking red lips; but Pierro
took it all in good faith and turned pale
with pity. "Poor, poor girl," he thonght,
" how sad ! She had not always been
obliged to dance in public!"
She had come down from the slagc and
was passing between the benches, holding
out her tambourine, into which fell many
sous. She thanked the donors rapidly by a
pretty, caressing xrabian word, and all at
once she stood before Pierre Pomerio, who
hud also risen. As her soft; dark gaze met
his blue eyes, ah! how he longed to snatch
her in his arms and tear her from this
booth. Ho stared at her tiny ears, pink as
the shells he gathered on the beach at home,
her lovely face, her sweetly-perfumed hair,
aud stood for a moment speechless, tremb
ling with emotion. This fairy was unlike
those he had heard of, for she was prettier,
a thousand time prettier, when seen close by !
She bean to laugh, and, without speak
in?, shook her tambourine as though to say !
"Very well but what next?"
Ah true! Everybody had given her
Pierre fumbled in his pockets at hazard,
gathering sous, silver, all the change he
could find, and let his fistfull fall into her
receptacle. There was a chinking sound as
the copper piece3 rolled atrainst the silver.
Kadja blushed a little, smiled, and said:
" Oh ! "
Then in French, with her fresh, sweet,
infantine voice, she added : "Did you mean
to give me tho heart, too?"
" Heart ? What do you mean ? "
Pomerio looked down and saw that with
the money he had brought up, like a bi?
fish in a netful of shrimps, tho heart of Jer
sey granite the heart bought for he didn't
know whom, Marie, Jeanne, Anne, or Liley,
and"had let it fall into the tambourine by
accident! Bah ! never could the Jersey
heart find a sweeter reatffig-place than over
the white bosom, now wearing the necklaco
of sequins, half-revealed between the part
ing of her silken yellow vest.
'Yet," stammered Pierre Pomerio, white
to the lips; "yes, the heart also."
Kadja's black eyes flashed a bright co
quettish look into his own as she said very
sweetly : " Thank 3on, thatik you, Mon
sieur." Already she was far from him, holding
out her tambourine to others, but, he stood
there still, following her with his eyes. lie
was bewildered, excited by the pretty
glance and geutle "thank you." As he
heard the copper coins falling, he murmured :
"Give her what money you please, I have
given her something better. I have given
her the heart I bought at the King street
Aud he did not regret bestowing this
princely gift on the daughter of an Emir,
who had not always had to support herself
by dancing in public.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I have the honor
of thanking you," said the manager, bowing.
The audience dispersed. Everybody had
gone, excepting Pierre Pomerio, who still
lingered watching Kadja, who was counting
her money and bcemed to have forgotten
him. Yet she threw him a look ont of the
corner of he? eye as he at last withdrew.
He glanced up at the clear sky, admired
tho moonlight over the ships iu port, and
resumed his aimless walk, his mind solely
oecnpied by the memory of this lovely dancer.
He had never segn anyone so beautiful and
winning. What aswtct expression she wore
as she said : "And the heart also? "
Why ! his money, his love, all he possscssed
hu would willingly have flung down before
her! He was glad ho had not given away hia
fine Sheflield knife, but if she liad wanted
it, he would have given it to her willingly
as be had given her the heart of Jersey
granite; and her gentle "thank you!" rang
in his ears, her wonderful eyes banted him
aud her lovely neck, white as fairy-spun
linen. She must ba a fairy, this Kadja, a
fairy or a princess, or perhaps a fairy
princess, such as Ynn had told of, who
sometimes like tho fairy of Creheii mar
ried a gentleman, or like the fairy of the
rocks who married a soldier. To wed Kadja
and take her home with him, oh! what
happiness. Then he scolded himself for
his presumption. "What are you thinking
of? the daughter of an Emir! Have you
left your wits in yonder booth ?"
Wits? It was not only his head! "and
the heart also?"
On and on he went and back again ; and
as though drawn by fate found himself once
more before the booth which looked dull
with all the lights out.
At least not all; there was just one glim
mering like n spot of oil through the green
tent back of the theater whence also he
heard voices. Pierro approached softly, for
ho had recognized tho voice of Kadja.
To think that sho wai there behind that
canvas and that he might once more see the
daughter of the Emir! He was close enongh
to hear what they were saying; could
he believe it? They were talking of him.
Then she remembered him ns he did her!
She was saying: "He was really nice-look
ing, ray young Breton, and so funny when
he dropped his jewel in my tambourine!"
The manager replied, gruffly: "You will
kindly drop the subject of your young
Breton, and if you begin to flirt here as yon
did nt Quimpcr, I shall have something to
s.ty about it."
"Well, say away."
"I shall Bind your Jersey jewel into the
sea, if yon grow sentimeutal over it." His
tone was an.ry and Pierre fancied him
"Very well, try to take it from me and I
will throw my cup at you ! "
Pomerio judged from the rattle of knives
and forks that they were supping. He heard
Ali laugh and Aicha chuckle.
"You defy me?" shouted the Levantine.
"You defy me?"
romerio could easily gue33 at the scene,
even the gestures. The little man, with the
red fez, approached Kadja and stretched hs
loan hands toward the Jersey heart which
she displayed provokingly. Then there was
a sound like a slap. Evidently ho had
seized the girl's white arm. Aicha and Ali
Jatigncd oil and sneered indifferently.
All at once Pierre felt a shock against the
canvas about the level of his head and some
thing fell inside with a crash. It was the
cup or glass Kadja had thrown, which had
missed its aim. But the man seemed to
have seized her and was twisting her arm or
hand, for she screamed and struggled.
" Let me go ! I say, let me go ! Yon are
hurting me dreadfully! Coward that yon
are! No; you shall not have the heart!
No! No! To! Why don't yon help me, you
others? Can't yon see him twisting my
wrist? You hnrt me! You hurt me!
Help! Help! Help!"
Ah! Pierre Poiuerio's blood boiled; his
ears rang with a sound like church bells,
and without knowing what ho was about
he drew his great Sheflield blade, ripped the
canvas in two with one stroke and, parting
it, dashed inaidelike a madman brandishing
the shining steel.
The crouching African sprang to his feet j
the other, still grasping Kadja's wrist,
turned to look at the big blue-eyed yonth,
with his black hair all disordered, his hand
some face livid. But the fat Aicha went on
tranquilly gnawing a chicken bone.
The manager perceiving his danger pushed
Kadja back, while she, flattered by this appa
rition, smiled her sweetest.
Pierre bounded on' the impresario like an
angry beast. He seized him by the cravat
and shook ljim savagely.
"Are you mad or drunk?" cried the man.
Ali had not waited to be called ; he was
already trying to pull Pierre away, but the
Breton was strong. He flung off the Levan
tine, who fell, bruising hia head asainst a
trunk. Pomerio and the negro fought fari
ously. "Help! Help! " shrieked Kadja again.
Aicha mnnched away at Iter chicken as
she slowly recoiled from danger, and the
manager, springing up, snatched away
Pierre's knife and threatened him with
his own weapon.
Ali was down with Pomerio's knee on his
" My k nife or I strnngle yon ! " cried Pierre,
leaping at the man's throat.
He did not perceive the qnick move which
made Kadja scream so wildly, but he felt
something cold in his side and a shock as
though he had received a blow.
lie remained standing for an instant. He
saw the impresario look white and scared
and turn as if inclined to run away.
Kadja gently touched his hand and asked :
"Has he hurt you very much ?"
Pomerio tried to answer No;" hot he
felt weak, and something warm was flowing
down his breast. He sat down, tore open
his vest and saw blcod. On the ground be
fore him lay his Sheffield knife all red. He
felt no pain, only suffocation, as thongh
blood were flowing inside as well as out. He
did not complain or reproach anyone. Kad
ja's dusky face was very close to his; he
longed to tell her how beautiful he thonght
her, bnt the tent was now full of people,
sailors and townfolk, who suddenly fell apart
because tho police had arrived.
The fat Aicha let her chicken bone fall,
and began to whimper: 'It is nothing,
nothing-at all. Just a little quarrel. Isaw
nothing of it I was eating"
An official-looking personage approached
Pomerio and inquired:
"Are you the wounded man?"
Beyond Pierre saw the Manager, pale and
terrified, explaining that he did not know
how it had happened "au accident, a mis
fortune" "Turn all these other people out."
When he was almost alone with Kadja
and the two or three others, Pierre Pomerio
felt himself growing weaker and weaker, but
not tad, no; on the contrary, he felt as though
he were the hero of one of those stories Yan
told lonir, long, so long ago, under the clear
sky of the infinite plains.
Kadja the daughter of the Emir 1
She was bending over him like the fairy
of the rocks, and gently asking:
" Do you suffer much ? "
"No; not much. It is nothing at all."
''Your name?" asked the official.
" He gave it and answered the other ques
tions. "And yonrs? First name and last? " he
She replied quite simply, as if it were the
most natural thing in the world:
" Marie Polard."
"No other trade but this?"
"Pardou I was a vest-maker before mon
sieur" pointing to the manager -" advised
me turn to artiste."
The wounded man started, shuddered,
tried to rise. He was stupefied. Then her
name was not Kailja at all! Her rumantic
history, her dance, her smilea, were all de
ceit! His haggard eyea were lixedon the
pretty girl with a disenchanted, sorrowful
expression, and while he stammered faintly:
"Daughter of Emir Biskra Ma'rie Po
tard ! " great tears gathered in his blue eyes,
and pained him more than his own Mood,
which was flowing uselessly, all for nothing
He closed his eyes wishing to see no more,
and murmured: "Fairies should never be
seen close by."
He was carried to tho hospital. As the
men were raising the litter the yonng girl
approached and said, in a voice choked by
emotion, aa she held ont the Jersey heart:
"Please take it back. I don't want to keep
it, for it was the canse of all."
' Yes, keep it," he said, quietly. " I don't
think I shall have time to give it to
Old mother Pomerio, of Plerin, near St.
Brionc, a day or two after, read through her
spectacles in Le Tdil Journal, the few lines
IUI1UII lug .
"Last night there was a quarrel, accompa-
Opinions rendered as to the novelty
outsd. All business relating to patunts
promptly attended to.
n;ed by stabbing, in the booth called
The Concert of SulUtnis, at Sninfc-Malo. A
young man named Pkrre Pomerio received.
fa mortal wound from Tito Bonnofe, Direc.or
of the establishment, and died a few hours
later nt the hopit'il. B-nmafe will not ha
proscntcd, a it is proved he acttl in self
defense." And the widow Pomerio sat all white and
cold and cmhed, without being able to be
lieve that this could mean hr son, her
handsome, big Pierre, who had gone a month
ago to help with the harvesting at Jersey,
and for whom she now waited ah! so
eagerly, with the yearning of the aged, who
have nothmtc left bnt tho devotion of their
children. Short Stories.
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