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Show JKAN'S LITl'EII. Fit yean oUj trcwh1 brotctn t thft lriiyii Iwilr blotvt, cnrlf, hi tlcfi ul thick It trotiM liw cylffej tlwliwiicf two j.rttty UHm. two great Ua cjm that itill trifil to Malta n little, though ttwlwl crtfJ w nitxhi a Jktt writ cut tut fIllnff to rgi a pirl'i klton on on foot, n boy i Itioton Uw otlW, Uth phm nn1 tmot too wliit mtv too linj;, tanl At tbo t nnl lurking In lwk b hiftcl thU wh Jftin. Mttl Jemt, no oM Ant h angry tl.U irliitrreTMilitfC. who It! mtn nothing ilnco noon of th ily Lefuro, nn4 who hvl Oiullr dwllI to writo to tlio Vlr-(tin Vlr-(tin Aim how, Mjr ou, Old Jmh, wlm no morn kiwvr how to write tluin ha know how to rul, urTnnjto thH Uttcrl Muten, for It U thnt which I am going totHlon. IWow thrir. In tho quarter of tho On CuMou, at tho PomrrdMho nrmito nut fur from tlta Rxphn iU, thm wu a ithop, lu tbo ilars 1 Ull of. of a pnl.llo wrltr, for In them dajra aim there wrre to many cldlm an 1 rtHltlorui to lm inn lo to the goTernment ninl to many poipiV, liko Jtau, ttut JU ttot know how to write. An 1 14 wrltrr that krpt tliU ihoji waa an oM aolJUr ftr on In )fn. a hrare man bnta little ltyt who w anything hut rich anl had tho inlJltlonal mj fortune for-tune uf riot linj ttuftlrlctitly chop;vM to idccfto rcnre MinlMioti to tlie Hotel tl'Tfi Inrelilt. Joan, without prylnff at all. 1il many tluve itnn him tnnniifh theillngy alaa of hla lit llo c unity Iwle MnoklnK hla Art iu nwoitlriK ctiotomert, anl wtoJay he inl rnl fmrlenly with A civil "(iooJ-Jay, motuitir. 1 have ocmi, If you j-teoM, far yoii to write me n Ut ten" MTwi eouf, little one, IVrn IWnln i. tponlml, u King ortr lil ijxKiUlni at tli niltlrct iMforn htm.' Jrti hnl no cap, ami win therfforo nnaUe to lift It. but ho n!t very ILtolri "Tlin f xctiie met" and ho tuniM to rtoprn the door. Itut. (loiuil with hit mannu, IVr Ilonln ttoppel him. htiiyr kiUI hot "UU me flnt, little one, If yon are tlm eon of a aoldlcr " On, liol" al t Jwin, 'only iminmVi mii, and he'a all alout?." "1 co." aald the writer, "and you hat n not the ten wur 'Xo, no nona nt all," mid JtNin. 'Nor thy mother tithrf 'tit plain to t0Mml An 1 thy tatter, Ittth) one ll Ittomiko thofluui.coiiifr 'Yw,H aal 1 Jean, ''I'XiiOtly," MAd ranee, then Trnllneaonn half about. One It lifter too poor for tbatr And Tore Uoniti prad cot hli lnper. dipped Uainlti tho ink, and wrote i.t tho top of the page, In the 'beautiful hand of thoqaarterinoiter that onco ho luid beent l'Anit,Jn,n(lM-. Tltttt a lice lowrri To.etMlMir "Well, g'lon,' wvld he, how do )ou llhim.hiibr 'WhordentanJrtjMn. '1'iirhlmil U.ogmt.rman," 'What gt.it tie man, monvlrarr 'Tho one to make the aonp come," Jwtu thlntiuiecomprehcuJt'd, 'Hut it Ixu't a kullfmitn,N luid he. MAhl Ubl ala.ly.tbfur -Y-n.-that i- MVwno of naiu(4l tuUlgct, 1'ere Ilouln rriM, "don't yon know whom jou aro going to writo ft Utter to1 'Oh, yr nld the child, "Out with It. then, quick! I can't wait all day." lint little Jean atooUU rod And con fiiMd, llio fact U, It U not aa vaty a It ckU to nJJre ono'a aelf i puUlu rlti'rt for componiltna of thia kind, hut Jivtti wm brut u and prouitlynu crMoftlyi 'lt it to tho Holy Virgin tliat 1 uUh to send a letter.- Tathrr Bonin did not laugh, not at all ( he kiinrly tlid and laid anido hli in.n and took hU plna fnmi hi moutlu iSeu )ou, midget. " Mil ho tevcrrly, 'I don t want to bellettt that you mock an oil man; bthle, jou are too ainall for me tu trounoo. 1'ut.u about) inarch! Out you gol" Little Joan obeyed and wondtringly turned 1ml, or foot rathtr. atnc hul he Imd iiono, and, mwIiik him KUkitbmlMiivi, lro llonin n recoitd tliuort'Cuuaidcrvd and regurded htm more thly. "IKnino ot luiinee, if iihtnut' gruin Lied lie, "but the to It ml wry In thU l'4rlil What dojouculljouriwlf, babyr "Jean " 'Joan whatr Nothing Jtut Jin," IVro Ik.nl n Mthut-yeaating, but he only Midi "And what do )ou wUU to any to tho Holy Vlrgiur "lo tell InrtbAt mammVa been rule n kinco four oMxk utcrJ.iy, nud that I ount wnkohfrup,M 'Ihohwirlof the old aolditr uMnnly I itolatill He fuftrvd to comprrhvnX Ilodtinandeilagaiui "Hut tbitfcoup ou apoko of a while ago" "YceV aaid the child. 'I know I had to apeak of It, you w, bwamm miiamii before going to alecp )est;rliy gavotue the lost ptern t f bmi 1." 'And what did he wit, pnir "Nothing f ir more tlum two diji 'ho alwna mIJ ho u an't hungry." " Vnd you triod to wako htr, aay j ou howr " Aa I altt a) a do Mating lier." "PiUhulneathpr J an einlled, And that 1111110 made hint tx uiuful, "Idont know," uM ho, "Don't n i 1 .wa,.r m I 1 h llonln had to hvliiy torn hU hM(l, t't two Ug teaia wiia rolling o vrn In chctlta, and hia r pi to the child waa another i0eeli m And when) on kiw-1 l""uM he, "p n nollcwl nothing atran " "h. I did," aald Jean "how coll aha wMi but then It'a alrniye x cold In onr booae." "WW ahlrrred, then, yonr mamma ihlTered with the cold" "No, .he ma Jmt cold, but ao pretty her hand, created ao, her head back at. I bcr ere. looklnK at the aky " "And 1 wanted Hehr Pare llonln murmured, "1, wIki hare enouxh t eat and drink, when here la one that died of riiiniert" nd drawing the child to him he tooir lilin on hla kneo and tof 11 beanni lu talk to Mm. TTirlfttfr,larlbr."Mld he. "la written, writ-ten, aent ami reotlred Now take Ine to thy mother." 'Oh, jma, I will, Ut-lmt whr do j-on crjT deinatvdetl Jean, natonlahed "lint 1 niu not crrln. Jaan no, men nerercryl Tla yon, toy recioue,l,o Mlllaoondotlwitr Tlien, etntnlnr him In Ida anna and coming lilm with klaaeat "I, too, linon )on, httlo Jn, onoe had n mother, whom I tw even now In her bed, ao le and while and earing to me, the Imam of the Virgin reading at lr bead 'llonln, my eon, be nn lionet man nl way, andnlwayanChrlatlanr An hoii eat loan I hate been, bnt a Chrlitiaii ab, darner He .rang to Ida feet, the child .till hugol to ble breaat, aud iakin aa If to mm Invlilldel "Dot now, old mother, now, 1 aay, reat thmi In iwc, for tuou art going tn hate thy way rrienda laty laugh and Jn r If they will, but wliere thon art I wiali to go, nnd llnre will I Lo Mtotli!. rirecloua angel here, who ahall neur leaTe me again. Ilia letter, which waa never even written, haa made n double aliot it haaghtnhlui a fAlher an.1 ine a heart!" Thatlaalli thla atory without end ll done. I anow no more aave that acme whero In Harla toil ty there la a man etlll yonng, n wilUr Alan, but not aa 1'ere llonln. Thla man la n writer of (hyvaent tldnga. 1IU friendi itnl call Mm "Jean," a. lie oaUed blmaelf, and though 1 know not, either, thv name of the oatinan that i arrlea bittera Ilka IIhm, tin y al-( al-( waa reach their daatitiatlon. -Tr.ina . latcd froui tho 1'reucb of lUul l'aral for HlKitt Htorlaa. |
