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VOIUME I. ____-*. . ,/- NEW-ORLEANS,:_SUNDAY ,MO1RG19j- -.1-8. - NUMBER ii,
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THE VILLAGE' C'URE
Some twenty years ago there existedl-in fact
we are not certain if there does not still exiet
in the Rue- Dovbon-Villedeuve,-- in Paris a
small restaurant knowvnia that of Pere Godot.
The bhgee was one of those culinary estabElsh
inents whidh are utterly unknown to that lar-e
class of Parisians whose well-furnished purses
permits them to partake daily of a comfortable
brt~ kfast and dinner. To breakfast or dine at
Pere Godot'a it was not essential to pomess fmle
franca. nor even twenty-two sons, the cost a.
repast at Rameaun', or at the still more aele
brated Flicotteax'rs, in the Quartier Latin.
At the loyal sign of Gagne-Petit the'l1bitues
dined a Ia carte, ordering a portion, or half a
portion, according to their means " and thus
clerk, shop-boy, or grisette, could obtain a
meal-such as at was-for from ten to fifteen
sons. The said habitues did not'trouble them
selves with inquiries as to theninyteries of the
dishes. In all great cities thbre are those who
are obliged .to content theimselves with what
they can get for their money. If they ventured
te.remonstrate, they wonuld be told in the most
afflble manner possible that they could proba
bly obtain what they wanted at the Cafe de
P'arit or the Cafe Anglais,-an explunation
which would. asninvariably it did. exciie the
merriment of those sycophants who ,ore always
to be met with in every public esiabl:shment.
Iwas Init i n e i onti totfSepteinaber, lt13. Six 1
o'clock-the hour when all Paris sits down to
dinner-lhad just struck. There were however, I
only some five or six lpirsons in Pe re Godot's
when jorace walkced in. Horace was at younlg
mani, cif from tbilty to thirty-two years of nRe,
tall,tlhin, amid of geutlmenwnly appearance. His I
:dress was perfectly simple, and yet attested
tthat the wearer was well to do, from the very
tact of the absence of all oastentation. I
It was evidently his first visit paid to Pere i
Godot's, for he looked aronud, scanning each I
separate party, manifesting at the same time I
unequivocal symptoms of disappoinitment at º
not finding some one there -whom ho el~pected.
But his eyes were attracted li the course of his I
scrutiny by the sight of an old cure sitting at a t
table in the corner of the room. The hair of I
the aged minister of religion was perfectly i
white, but-alicountenance Was so expressive I
of goodness ansingle-heartedness that it was
impossible not to feel at once an interest in his I
Horace could not resist the attraction, and, d
approaching, he saluted the old man in the a
most respectful manner:
" Would it be disagreeable, sir," he said, " that i
I should take a seat at your tablet"
"Disagreable! by no mensn, sir," replied the d
worthy old care; "quite the contrary. t
And as the ypung man took a seat opposite to I
him..the old man smiled with satisfaction.
"What will monsieur have " interrupted
Anastase, a precocious gargon of fourteen years f
ofage,--" a potlse, or half a potage r' - a
" What you like." said Horace, annoyed at I
"A whole potage, then, for monsieur. Does I
monsieur take wine"'
Horace glanced to see if the priest was pro- g
vided. His bottle hadl scarcely been tolhedu. t
"No, thank you, my boy, no wine," repliedit a
The Octre, in his turn, looked up inqliringly
at his new friend. Horace was quietly unfolding s
his napkin. Aunsiase soon reatppteared, bearing '1
i-i triumphl a julinane, in whic.h potatoes tyran
niized over all othelr vegetables. In a few minl- d
tites IHorace hald dislmced of his julienne, just I
as the cure had finished with a kind of beef- c
steak which lhad .bussed his putience grievonsly. t
"You live in Paris :? observed the latter, by
way of reakl.in'. the ice.
" Ye', sir."
" Ah! a splendid city. sir,--superb i It is tlis
first time in my life that I have visited tihe ca- t
pital, and.when I return to say little village in
Normandy, I shall carry with te, I ase'n you, I
many pleasant reminiMeeties. l2ut . hat are
you doing " i
As Horace was lttiting to tlfte prest, lie lmd a
poured out a lI~ i tumbler ninter.
" It is nat good at y.ht *gn io drink water,"
continued the cure, ' ati if you will oblige' 1
me--" The old ama bluslhed slightly, antI his
hand failed in ;teadiess as he lifted p his J
lbou;tle. " I shall Never be able to drink all this
myself," he esid. And before Horace could re- i
ply It had 4illed up his tumbler with wine. 1
It wdis torace's turn to blush now.
" Yoaf really ate tdb good, sir, allt I do not a
-oivw if I onlht-" -
l" 1il!" said the cure. "I wna dull at table by
-nyself; you camtie to keel, lme cinipany, alnd I
tiust do what 1 can to reciprocate your cnmides
-enasci,nti. liesiles, in Nornmandy, we.don't drink
i:muclh wine, ioid you do nne a iervice in helldig
me to drink tlih. Ilad you not conlle, I uliight,
perhaps, have conmmittedl an excess,-1 magiht
have committed a sin!t
Horace smiled kindly, as Anastase brought : I
fricassee of chicken. A f.-icassee of chicken, at i
six soilf, Horace thoaight could not come under c
tihe category of siuaol gourmandizing. The i
?'iends-fior they were friends by sympathy al-
ready, as if, indeed, they had known one an
other for years--conversed as they ate.
" What part of Normandy do you come from,
father 1" inquired Horace.
" From the department of the Eure. I artl
minister of Fleury sur l'Andelle, four leaunes' 1
from Andelys. Do you know the country t"
" No, I do not."
E---"lneury-is but a poor village--too poor, alas! 1
and I had hoped, in woming to Paris- -But the ,
cares of a poor v illagt cure cannot interest yon."
"Why so Are they not as much orthy of
sympathy as the cares of a poor artist of Pdris?"
Thie el man looked at tihe younger with an
expression of deep interest.
"You are an artist, are you? And what is
your name f"
" Good! My name is Blondeau. You are
right, my dear Hotace. I will relate to you my
grievances, and then you shall tell me yours. 4
Who knows, i rothitng else comles of our niutual
ooutiidolace: , )e. -.t:ttO k.ieavetn lLSty eugg~st i
some gnoa con-nze l"
"Yep, ye"," eadiiAlned usi ahlcisathe
old iaun ehan-," Who knows hut b t1 some
sweet-. ple~s may arise front the osafidenee
fact we repo"e y one another!"
et- "And raw, my child.I wil." tell 'you my s-`
S : tony in tlo words,' said the ebre.
sot. Horieb esat with his etbºeonea o ie table con
:sh- temp)ating, the fesatmns of tBe old man, ani
mrt;e mbad ly angelic expremsiou.
r es y You must know, then. my yeouag tid,
able Pht I came to Paris in gilad.eas of hsearto
e at h aerit a small legacy-two thousand ftras.
Yon see, it was not much, and if I return eor
rowfully to my village, it is because the legacy
l has slpped. through my fingeis, made away
with bya dishonest mann, who knew that in
tues committing a bad nation it was heaven huewas
lf a robbing, fsther than a humble pastor, for he
hus was well aware that the money was destined
na for the use of God."
teen A tear moistened the eye of the vener.able
the "But" said Horace, "you have, at least, ex
who posed the villany of the man f"
hat The cure shook his head.
•red "It would have been of no use. The mani
lost has gone away; anud, even if found, it is not
mba- likely that the money would be recoveibdl.
do Besides, I found that lie had left behind hinm a
tion wife and children in a state of destitution. It
the was enough that they shou.ld be unfoluntate
aye without dtishaonoring thenmr, so, you understand,
t. I, on theeontriry, eonsoled themr as best I could
Nix by mingling lly tears wiih theirs."
to "And by opening your putse to the;'i, too,
rer, | good father; 1 have no dolhit of it ""
ot's "VWell, that was quite natu,l. They actu
iug ally wanted bread. Anld t:a is ay histo'at,
me, y young friend. I r-itaauas I cause, with this
lis excuption, I had hopes uw:lha. 1 ,i: ted, I have
tel nolne now."
cry " lint, good fathler, would it he indiscreet to
ask you what you intended to do wit! the two
erei tiananaud francs which you cair' in quest off"
th "Had I obtaiuneda the two thousand flaues,"
moe repllied the cure, " it was n:y iiteuutiol fto have
at lepaitred the chulrh-e.sleeple, which, ik fioct.
ed. only hohls by a thrend, and then to have brilt
his a good wall all roatundthe eeletery. il lilace of
it the wooden palings which are falling taa pieces.
of I I should have been Ms lhappy tI, see tlihedear
lyv departed resting in quiet beneath the toil that
ivC I have blessed."
rae The old man wiped away another tear.
his Horace felta difficulty iin repressiug his emotion.
"And then," continued the eure, sighing
ad, deeply, "I had dreamed even of a fairther
the acquisition, thanks to my inexhaustible two
thousand francs. The church of Fleoury does
lat not possess a single picture-not a Madonna,
not one portrait of .a saint-aad rick. as I
the deemed amyself about to be-I know such
things are by no mean's necessary for prayer
Sto but still, you see, a picture over the high altar
would have been a great jo3tomue. -- -
ted And again the wo.thy old priest remained
are for amoment or two buied in The deep.gri
awakened by regrets that all his fond hoDpes
ait had been ab.raptly wrecked. Horace, on his
side, was wranpedin s'lentreflection. HIousing
ocs himself at last,hetook Ilheold manly Ihe halud.
"Come, fither," he snid. "do not give. way to
ro- grief. As to the tehbuilding of your steeple uuand
eat. the oerection of a wvlla, iare there no , llei'll
i uamong your piatishionein :''
T'lhe cute snook his eatl.
gly There are six haadl:ed parLshioner's," lie
nug said, "-and they are all ins poor us their ce',e.
ing There is one among them who, f lihe chose-he
an- is a builder. 'eoll-to-do nav, weal lhy: he could
min- do it at half price-that miser, Poupallier! Alh!
nt he has no symapathy for eitler the chlurch'o
'ef- cure, or, I tla't, even for tre- Gtod whoecwotratip
tly. they propitiate."
by "0, his nami i is POlpallier, is it!" sa;il
"A C you going " exclaimed the priest.
tine " g AjS btoryha wearied you. Antc you promised
ca- to confide to me your I roubles. too!"
in "I have not iforotlen, father, and I will
on, kee my promise on some other occasion."
are "Some other occasiona lint, aily dear young
ftie al, I leave lar:n this very eveaning Iat alt
md o'clo, k.,1
"At nine o'clock f And by what d ,in'e "
3r," " .Ly that of the Rul: dut Bo , close i.y.
i Tao Thiat is wh) I dined he. e."t
Ilsn "Welh, then, I lhave a pro ition to make to
his you," said Horace, bowlng to She old c're.
his " This is it. I am in at rlist, as I have told yoU.
re- Nothing delnins Ite For ohe mloment at Paris.
1 will jusLt.g haome ;o et what is necessua' to
pa'nit-ivi;,h, adl a, :.,niall chango of cloilhes,
not sand at nrine o'c-lock I will meet.eyoal ai, th e,
otfifg in tahe luio u i o loi. We wifl "o io
by ,rciler to Flcuy sa' l'%n ddlle. Aandt inll
i 1 Imouth's time--:i, you -aal fecl led e for tha
ls- exteut of time, f. iher; but I e:i ::ld .drink di.
ink crectly, :a a on ha' ve seena-and in at lollath, if
lug 'o"' see'a it : rnt i ,t,.aired. andt if your deiar
h adt, el uts do lno .leeptraiajunilly behind at goo;l
h lt vall, well! .t all events, you shall have a pic
tu' e-a --aint or a alMadonnaas, as on dte lc s uale
it a for an altar-piece. 'That I nroisae you. .Aad
at who knows if the pietuire ui:ay not, bai:-. he
dler church bod luck ; perchance Master Poul'all;cr
Che may fret his honor c..i'c'rnced ian Aitai, ;: good
al- work likewise. Now. f ther'delar, what do you
an- say to my proposal? Does it mcei your vi,:wsf
Wall you01 ake me wi:h you ?'
am, All the .; ne that Horace ;Iai lIei spe;.l.inp,,
the aged ciiae, who- had got up from his: chair,
am lid never t,hen his aarkliu', eyes" off him. As
nee ie concluded, lice dstot speak, but uttered an
exclamation of p ltua aduc s.
"Shall I take yoaft he sa~d, at l: st seiz'ng
las! the .artist by the ;pnuds; and then turning
the rouud, he called the g: rmoo, :1.'d "drei ag a fite
e." iaine pieco in hi hand: "'I.:ke! trke!" he
r of :aid; "two dinnes, do you h te." i t'at o. mon
Is" sietir anad my own. I be"in giy takinig chare of
an your support, you see," he whispered to Horace;
it is to show you tha tI aecept your proposal
tie ;La joy. O! a picturein my church. it shall
be the Vir ginu and the child, eh, fi lend ? If the
subject is the someto you, that is what I covet.
are We Jive humbly; but roubball feed better than
my herae, I promise you. 'The coaliry air, too. wll
irs. do you , ood. and improve your appetite. -bon't
nal -o. "et .pe 'ddrens, and :d uuncial,"l he addedl'
;eat as Morsce wee maki g Laisway to ini thmateikld.
" rou know the Le du Bouloi ?'
's.Y , ~4.l I . wil tlis '": .. a t''e I
iee "You are fbrge~i ln~ 6ttr change," sbhiited i
o he old M ure, who, in his exclte- I
me i'" olsain., away without it. "Here are I
m- The old mua looked at the coin iendereia.
mi- aIid said:
Beep it; it is for you."
ad, "All for me!" exclaimed Anastase, dumb
to foundered by such unusual generosity.. . I
es. But the old' cure, taking his way quinetly
ir- toward the line dn Boulol mnuttered to himsel'
y "Of 'when onid happy, it is so easy to do good I'1
sy At the time we as writing about, steam did
in not ttatp9ort travelers ainal merahaldiep fr¢in l
'as one part Of F'rance to niaother 'with a rapidity
he whicl inav be very advaungigeonus to merchau
ad dise, but is certaibly not favorablal- tai iravailers,
we mean tl1atvlex-:;wlib wish -oi see an- tything. I
alTe The omuelh vaunted plo:;roi-s ii istUdalrn tine~.t'a
depi iven us of a tlouMsandl pleatu'res, to procta
- wht:at, after all, is a very 'hnbions sai'ti;,ictiou."
Quitting 1'a.is, then, by the nine o'clock dlili- I
gence to Evi:rcux,-the t- a-ra-, illollutletll, ::!1d hisi
an friend the Iailitert, I[oatar- slid ,ot itrive -ati
ot Fleury till halllf as: .-ctie i.th na-e :: ioan:lling.
41. Fleury is a little viall i, l he hit 'h loa1 frot i
a Rouen to Part. I.. iS..i' l: lasl an, tli. foot of ai
It slope, oil the ri.,:st b;ank of the Andelf.e. The I
to other sidle of that v-alle i- ,atr pireci;ituama', uarl
d, t.le a-iO l has a, It'iaun itl I tt ,a,-.a-s't, tII zig-,.gtt.
,, 'F..-ui he atunsliit l'ilthe rivc ;r.sentl iS chii',inii
hi 7ltne, vindialg a. it dto's :n -u tih, " l ana -
ilt.;u -dll :I" hi's -n i Iv-ald to I :t.r v.'-}" tolls.
'u a',ome, li a la' a-" l. "," .a.alG tr, "* ct-r'e., ale- I.
I *lhted at hlilliing hhimsaa l ,ac'. : .: ui"t i' Itvo
in miuctes we shall he at Iholae.e 1
re And I(e cure and the yvotl;: man walked r
aloud the main street, which was illleest the c
to only one, as in .:1 -othei Feiach villages, ihe r
ro tiaot retur.aino; the .al,'tatio.solf the peastuirt-y, L
I" Uhe :econd ea3o' ying witl thee-eofanu:artisL huts
," buili; oi mntl, drietl'a Ihe ban. with lichen-c!ad I
re thatches, landlii-le gartltens il fii t. Inl less
t. than two mninutes they had reached tlhelt Place," a
It where was the churchi, and the lre'shytery, or, a
of as we slioUd saly, the pariouage, and the
s. Scotch, the maose, adjoined it. a
ir The,cure knacked .at the door, which was at ii
it once 'opened by Mademoiselle Marguerite, the u
worthy pJstor's old servant.
r. "Monsieur lei Cne! how foru:n ate '
. "Yes, ma bonne, it is, I, and. I do not come a
g alone, you see; I bring a f;.end with me."
,r Mademoiselle Marguerite looked at Horace.
o Huance looked at Mademoiselle Marguerite.
a She was a little, thin, wrinkled old woman, a
I. but the expression of hdfaee seemed to reflect w
I the good nature of the sure. 01
I "tlince you bring hia, monsieur is weleome," t
- said Man.guerite. dropping arustic artesy. "Is L
ii monsieur going to stop at our house I" A
"As long as eie likes, ma benne. And now Ii
i aget 'us Ronde breakfast, for Monsieur Horace
:£ and I are hungry." '
" Ah! onlusieut' name is Horacer
is I -es, ia bonne, and Horace will be a fa lend
g of bur, I hope, as he is already the friend of ri
1. ys e n mster." ii
S Aind so saying, the artist offered his hand to 'ai
th thea old bune, which she at once seized upon, to
Ils declelring that she loved him already, siuce he ga
loved her imaster; ahad bidding him be seated, V
,she ,I aried off to cone ocý a moanster omelet. st
e " 1or now twenl'y yeats," said iiheure, when t
Marl-ucrite was goane, " ;itoe ht. hei almest
e my only toelely. Her simple coanvesaiia y
d b:caiarv, a fewaros s in any garden- acre, to
! ;ear the whalow a:? Iny only 'eao recs. I of
need not say 1 do mty ieaiy, too. cudeavor io al
t ittratuct and enligihten those ' will listen to of
me. I comfort ihose wh9 ai a i aeufluring or to
al aallic iion. I prepal, i hin tO itaee, their U;a- at
tor when ley hlh'tiet antd t;.us my own to
I. life -lides oa toaia tel al.' H
S "Like ai,t t" a go:od n-d hol inen,'" ob- w
lervea! flotllte. w
1 "''4Like thait of I I I ,l h vlao believes andl who
lo" - " iitierruntid i ihe cre. a
S ireak.siat la l'. .he cure proposed that
Hornce lshould elIt in his suaill h house ia room of
\ i ich lie coill! aitli, into a salldia, but Hlor.ace ni
hl ok tjl old lutaiu'.; ari,, he
" Ieflorie e d, il nythiang for t:he cahurclh," he fe
ob::crved, "Lsppoll: we pi'ay it. a littlle vi:;i. as
o You lhave been so long away, I am bslre it will as
e. be a ileanure to you, and I shall see where my
1. picilo is to be, pilatctl." at
. "'l'hliauks! thatola ! my dihalr filid; youell are l
aI lighi. La't us :o at ouce to may poor chuteah." n
T, 'llhuporchulrnchl Th1illhicla;snoketleIruth. t ll -gI.
e The walls wcu cilacked. .ali the steeple vws iti
i- tiiiiblini: ldon 0. The wit' " sto:les lbeneath! the fa
Spllorc'h 'rI throkce,a ti ill 1l.tla.- vantl i:ng. With- Vi
SI ill Werl' whitewslhlled w::!lI.. w illodln icll'hev, hi
- lauil sa,:al fir of al Ilast-i, at pitlalli oi adela , audal ai
if an altrt' like a pu1laachre, wi it at giala ca-riaiilix K
t J i lra.s-.. Yet waiis thli. v illage a" rt-.i , I. s Iate
i existed in 1`t:i, the hoimlae lof -li-lrvta ai'cye" and 'hi
iof tild risig'nalionl. Thel ctilri'ery Siritt-i la- '
- out behlud the church, overshadowed blly a cw if
il agedl Hilldenll tree,. It wa- Hsilllopotsl to I' ta'a- tit
.e closed by ai few blroken. roilten pa'u l;lis, butil ilt u
r was in reality Ope.l to tall khai!s .of ti'lttsionus, a
at even to the pollair, do;"il a,uJl i ., iof ihe vil- Ito
a Inge, alnd u.-colrdilaa- .i t ei t ile taluillia c:.,c lai'et ial s di
at of the old c'uat:" Ili.i dtl; oal-lli vaalL ! ul lIat he atI
peace." - - :t
]Horae,n t yaallg .ga al , :1 l'aa iisiat anl aal i wt atr ii. '
r, - in oe lir-r a'cd.s, qlte t t11 1 1o.t. aa ic-li Iv ii tl . i ;_- v
s great vice of aull ca tpiiitls, tthe spi.; iit of skiap .'- Ih
n cisn--becaniepensiveaadevenumeln.lacholv. lit- rai'
walked away from the dilnpidaed housel' ,a" Il,
g God by the side of the cure, munsiing in silence. ci
g int, as they tutred into the strleet, ilta-y cauIIl',
I- upon a slout yonig p leasi, wiaoni iha crllie at to
a once acoosted: m:
a- "Ah, is that yout, Vignoun ¶Vell, are you b~
if getting wiser--i a bettir :.ame- of mind, my bh
; friend f" wi
ii Vignon, insteadl ef repilying, cast a jealouns fir
1II glance at Horace. There is nothiag a French l ra
to peasant abhori so much as superiority, except snat
t. in an old man. Vinonl was onle of those ties- ru
n contented disposition's who could not even eq
11 tolerate it in old age. g
't " Why, Moustenr le Cnre, as to that," he at th
tI lait rep ed, "I .tbink I have always lseen wie, res
i anrd I don't see why 'yooa should always aer- be
maoniwa mo msor than others-' "e
S Thi. w.e said in a toneof O nmistakable am
ed 1 "Instead of the, rndnes with which, you
I-. Itreat me, Vignon, you should not:only respect
re ie, linut you should obey my4tedeaohigs.".'-
S- O; as to tbat'n"-aidthe yorag'nam with a
/. c' ntemptluns sneer, " we know something bet
Iter.' And turning on his beel, he walked away.
'Poor fool?" murmured the cure. "He
b- ,hiluks imstelf strong because he can brave an
I old man's wrath."
y '"What is that animal'" inquired Horace.
; "It is a fool. But a fool of the woret kind.
I" ,Endowed with great strength, he fights every
id one who displeases Ea-n,,ven fritOlds i and
mit parents. He knows no lawbit that of his own
y will. Hanot only never enters the pdoo little
u- I«arcid edifieo we have just visited, but a good
ti, girl of the parish, one of the most regular at
t. fondants, has been tbolish enough to become
~e attuehed to him, and ever iasiee heo has also
fn ever tnned the threshold of the house of God.
u. Al'a- ale ! .wo lost. manla, I fear." 'And the
i- big, taa'ls rolled down the old man's cheekos .
is Holre listenied to this other story of a vil
at lage cure's troaiablts with an emotion which he
Swoual not w~f'ore have aeliev-ed to have been
ii in his uature.
at Ont their return to the presbytery, the cure
eo and the artist, aissisted by the aucient attend-_
ol. ant, disacusedl--atraingenents foer the futere.
K. The said pºtl .byteiry was built of pebbleso ia:d
antoll ar, and hlaid but one floor, suramounted by
: a slopii.. roa,, with a garret divided into two
palk. 'h is Horace seleleted for hinmself, anot
; withasLatlaadir p1roloaged Opposi.tioa on the p.arot
Iboth I o tihe cute aii , gtLood Mairguerite.
" " 1 shall hav-lea wihla aparltn.aielt to amyel.J,"
he replied-to all their objeocioan. 'bMy lud- -
a room and my stludy off the samle floor. What
e can be betterf There is light and air. I can
e rise early and work late. I shall be in no- a
r, body's way, and here I stay."
a It was no use opposing no decided a resolve.
dl iaignetite set to work an once arranging the
n olne rooill a a. lwadroou, wilast Horace, on hisa
"side, bnusied himiiself in setling up his easel, I
r, and disposiu, Ihlis canvas and.lhis box.
S" Anid is this all that is necessary to produce
a chef-dl'navre ?" asked the old anma, laugh- I
t ingly, as be examined the little bottles, the I
e colors, aimd the laumhes.
"That is all," said Horace, laughing in reply.
"A few ieet of canvas, some brushes and colors, a
e and-" Blut be hesitated. a
" And what f" interrupted the cure.
" The genius," replied Horace, blushing. 1
" O,. I had for olten that," said the cure,
naively. "Well,' he added, on the point of f
t withdrawing, "you can work here for a month
or three months, if you like it, my dear friend; a
there is no necessity for hurry. These rooms l
a belong to you, and no-one shall touch a thing."
And so saying, the cure and the servant 1
Horace to himself. . h
The young man went and opened e win
dow. It was lined with ivy cl til, and
grape-vines. Below-were the man's roses; g
i beyond, orclhards, woods, fields, and -the ti
river, winding like a si r snake embosomed
in green foliage. Hoe e, refreshed by the cool
-air, fragrant with e perfume of flowers, mut- '
tered to himi " How lucky I was. to have
Sgone into t restaurant of. the Rue Bourbon
Villene, . An ea' how pleased I am that, in
ste" finding there what I expectdr,Imet -
t 'good old cair, who lan imiaatedi a new il
sense of life into me I"
Ho'ace had made One stlpulation when he
took ui his quarters at the village enre's-one
stipulation only-and that was, that no one ma
should see his picture till it was finished. The ft
old man, although he would have much liked si
to have been with his friend- now and then, it
and have watched him at his work, had, per- ma
force, to yield to his request. Every morning T
Horach was up by five o'lock, when he took a re
walk till seven - then he worked till ten, which hi
was breakfast hour, aster which_ he withdrew
agnin to his studio till five. The evening was sa
spent in chat with the cure, or in reading a_
chapter or two of Walter Scott, a few volumes
of whose'works.he had brought with him. At tl
I ine o'clock re ¶ulaly he shook hands with his re
host, bade good night to Marguerite, andll it a ti
few minutea was fast asleep in his ied. Just of
as if lhe had never been either a Pariaiana or an ea
His morning walks, as hisl work proceedled, t
andi his health iniaproveda-for early hours, regl- Is
lar habits, and coiiutry air, soon imnpartaed ai t
new vigor to his frname-haul not Ih..e:. alto- or
-gether fruitless. First he had snonga:t ,:iat tilhe c
houor Vignon aald his young betrothed. Altie hadl o0
found thena at first ancoamUiaunicative, anll c
Vignan himself nalleeu and brutal. ulit Htorace -
had two naethals of procedure. Vhlat he couldl r
accomplllish biy conciliiatoiy ilmelans was fiawt alt
paroceeded with, aand when these had nl, effect V
lie had recouse to force. Onao amorning Vignon hi
had IHw'ea ulinusally rude both to Horace, to hisa p
betrothed, andl lo tilhe young girl's mlother. t
Hli;r.,.a took tihe opportunity to interfere tit
dt.ta..vcly. Wxlds led to blows, andl the bully p7
hu,,l a.; . , " :he villa-'e aaad the netighlmrhmool hi
S... a I.r.. . :ean wiai.sn iallel didl not forget
I,, . I., iu.::. l'Frmn t.l• tiattle of thtiat
di. :a'.. t:,., h . .It I,. x;:.: s"t.i, 'rwn.s the bully be
'. .".. n:mor: ta,:s.1,t', :iaue tua.aly., listening to ra
t ilt ... at':. .', I . .d ltiaia.i , a- iations of the to
a": ra ', ., waaai::a 4" 6a.11 not tut respect, how- ti
aiv': liuitr: ha' Iliay hlyi" d.titst.al him at first, w
hIe ,ieilalne a,lla iIreId aaillli, stealdy at his work, Ial
civil ila his iaaa. asii s, liilil Ito his )tetrothed aud ti4
har imolthaer, alald evenll respectful to the oll ial
cial' . iei
Iailrt l'Ioupillier wam-ar -lmlore diftficult cls- ai
tomner to deal with. ' Worse tllan indifferent in, tl
matters of relii'hia;.-hoorish in mannes.ra, tub- it
born in olpinion, and yet in a position as laster es
builder to defy interference or pressure fron re
witiout, Horncd managed, by meeting himi at to
first oil Iias own terms-retorting rudeness for m
rudeness, and repaying indeplndenene of aman- in
noer by a haughty indifference-to make the I'l
rustic architect feel that lie lhadIto do with his tb
equal, if nots his superior. saving once ill- fa
gratiasedl himself with tile prosperous man of he
the 'lilltge, Horace, knowing that appeals to nt
reslpect the church or its worthy minister would in
be throws away ulon such a character, had e
ecourae t. the one nseueptible point in etach- co
Im- man and Japanese alike-the point of honoer.
ie. expoao to him how he had torn himself
you from the pleasures of Paris to immn re himself
pect iii a village preabytery, andl for what --to
paint aln t-piee for what was, after aln te
th a village church, where PoupilIier's parents were
bet- wedded, andl in whose cemetery they lay buried.
ray. He iaght be indifferent to the rites of the
' He lrchlunlltortain little tr no respect for its
I an venerable pastor; but would l~e, the only rich
wan of the plase, stand by and see what might
justly be termed his anceetral fanue erumble to
. ruin, the steeple toppling over, and. the ceme
ery tery polings:waste away, for want of a few
and bricks anud.a-little mortar, or a few boards
own nailed together!. By dirt of snoh arguments.
ttle strollingattimseintoPoupillier'sown hosanmld
ood workshop, and latterly over a glass of fragrant
at- cider, Horace so won over the obdurate man,
ome that he at length grumbled out compliance,
also having once hunmbled himself to so unusual
)lo. an extent, he net to work with a will, became
the interested in his task, more satiatled with him
self, and, as a-sequence, with those around him,
vil- aind at length came to feel that it was more
he equforting to be on good terms 'with the
ne Church, the cute, the world, and himself, than
live in sullen and morose hostility with all and
nd- If -uyltly was more astoliislthl at the
're. changes thiat-were taking plae( in: his little
ald ministry, it wats e the wo thy euro himself. He
by had heard one dhay a tol ill his chirch: ; hie had
wea sought onu the allifeited; it was the betrothed
lot- of \.ignon ;lI lrel her to thie confessional. and,
.ur relieving her to the best of his ability of the
burdens on her eonseience, won back a lost
i'," sheep to thie fold. tliu, ifhia heart was glad
od- deedi by such e, heluge, what was his surprise
Wat when, one tiue l.sv, olt. Marguerite announced
ala tihat Maitre nl'updlier wished to speak to him,
uo- and after some- co:tveraittion of a most unueu
ally symnpathetic character, declared that he
ve. wits about to repair the church, and build a
the wall around, his cemetery at his owa expense.
is It must.be admitted that the simple and single
el, hearted old man was so astouended that he be
lieved in a miraculous iuterposition of th
ice Virgin-if not of Providence tiself. A w e
;h- legoa of angels must, in his estimatio ve
he fallen down upon the honseeof the on, to
convert so obdurate.
ly. A month had el since race had been
ra, settled at Fleury-workin iduouslyin his
rustic garret-when a -chais arrived one
morning, as the cure d artist were seated at
breakfast. A ee at in livery stepped out
re, with an object consiaderable dimensions, care
of ully wri up in paper.
ti "For usnteur Horace, madaame," said the
s; eery to the cure's ancient domestic, who
s It hastened to- the window at the unaccus
" mned sound of wheels.
" Ah. I know what it is," said Horace to his
host; "it is my frame that they are bringing."
n- " What, in a post-chaise i" exclamed the cure.
ad ]orace contented himself with smiling. Mar
t; guerite had, in the mean time, fastened upon
ie the man servant.
Sl "He would take a little refreshmentr'
o " Fo, thank you !"
t -" Only a glass of cider I"
re "No thank you !"
u- " Who is your master 1"
a- "Monsieur Horace."
A " And how long have you been with lhim t"
iw interpolated the cure, _who had just, come up,
whilsst Horace carried the frame up stairs.
et "Three years."
me The cure and his old setrvaint looked :at one
to another and shludderel. There was somie un
te fathomable mystery in all this. What if Mon
ad sieur Horace wa'not, after all, the poor water
n, imbibing artist that he had relpraented hintm
r- self to be! The thought was overwhlelming.
ig The painful perplexity was, however, aluiekfly
a relieved by the well-known voice of -tirace
th himself, shouting from the top of the stairt:
w . " Father I good Marguerite! you can come
us and see the picture now; it is tinished, and it
Sis fraedw." - -
is The old man and his ancient servant got up
Lt the staicase as they best oould, and there in
is reality was the picture awaiting their inlpec
a tion, turned to the light in its splendid firan
it of geld. Theiy looked, and beoth uttered aln
nt exclamation of joy, surprise, admiration, ind
g-atitude, at the same moment. There was
1, the most ravishing -portrait of Mary that can
1- be imagined, holding her divine child in her
a irms ; and kneeling au her feet were two saints,
,- one of whom was the living picture of tie old
to cure of Fleury. Marguerite involuntarily went
ii on her knees and begant to pray; as to the old
Lt cure, tears of joy rolled dlown his cheeks.
v' "AlAh he said, when he hal snfliciently re
c ecvered his composure to be able to speak. "I
at understand now the miraculous corvers: :i of
t Vignson, the repeintance of his betr,. ela. *:he
iI hamiliation of Monsieur l'onlpillier. ::.4l t., re
in pairsaofthe church. I ee. it till; 'under tld. it is
r. the work of the same gloriolls halnl that painted
v this adorable Virgin, and that portrait of the
y poor old cure, placed there iit paradise before
d his time!"
t There were high rejoicinugs in Fleoury cur
y been restored, the picture was to be inaugu
o rated on the altar a marriage ceremony was
e to be performed, the holy sacrament given to
r- the faithful-nor, to the infinite delight of the
t, worthy cure, was there one on that auspicious
c, lay who showed himself unworthy o its recep
t tion. That altar, simple as it wasm. w:as, after
d all, a loftier structure I haii tiiihe hile table--
not llfgher thalt i istoal-a:t wlhich our Saviour
s- and his disciiles imost jprolably lpartooex t-
ii their last sippler on the slopes of Olivet; and
- it was decorated ky a noble work of art, pnaidted
sr especially for its exaltation. And if ever,
a o reader, you feel cnrious to see that picture, and
it to know the nname of the young artist who im
ar mnred himself for a month in that rural village
t- in order to luaint it, you can go to Fleury eur
e I'Aidelle. The picture is still there, although
is the worthy pastor has long ago game with his
i- faithfhl attendant to his long home. Its fame
if has-attracted many visitors, and the church is
4 no longer in a dilapidated condition; it has.
ti inaeal, reason to blems the memory of a name
d celebiatead rot father to eon for now nigh two