Part 6 (2/2)

”And is he obstinate still, Uncle Lucien?” Papa Charles asked. ”Has he confessed, or asked your pardon?”

”He has done neither,” Uncle Lucien replied. ”I have never seen, in any child, such obstinacy as his.”

”Napoleon! Obstinacy!” exclaimed Mamma Let.i.tia. ”Why, tell me; what has the boy done?”

Then Uncle Lucien told the story of the rifled basket of fruit, excusing the lad as much as he could, although it must be confessed that the kind of canon was considerably ”put out” by the reason of what he called Napoleon's obstinacy.

When, however, he reached the part of his story that described how he wished Napoleon to confess his misdeed, little Panoria, having, as I have told you, none of that awe of the Canon Lucien that his grand nephews and nieces had, burst in upon him,--

”Why, then!” she cried, ”I should not think Napoleon would confess. Poor boy! He did not eat your fruit, Canon Lucien.”

”How, child! What do you say?” the canon exclaimed. ”He did not? Who did, then?”

”Why, I did--and Eliza,” Panoria replied

”You--and Eliza!”--”Eliza!”--”Why, she said nothing!” These were the exclamations of surprise and query that came from all present.

”Why, surely!” said Panoria; ”and was it wrong? Fruit is free to all here in Corsica. But Eliza was so afraid of her uncle the canon's fruit that I dared her to take some; and we did. Napoleon never touched it. He knew nothing of it.”

”My poor boy my good child!” said the Canon Lucien, taking Napoleon in his arms. ”Why did you not tell me this?”

”I thought it might have been Eliza who did it,” replied the boy; ”but I am no tattle-tale, uncle. Besides, I would have said nothing on Panoria's account. She did not lie.”

”No more did Eliza,” said Joseph.

”Bah, imbecile!” said Napoleon, turning on his brother. ”Where, then, is the difference between telling a lie and acting one by keeping quiet, if both mislead?”

You can readily believe that Napoleon was made much of by all his family because of his action. ”That is the stuff that makes brave soldiers, leaders, and patriots, my son,” his ”Mamma Let.i.tia” said. ”Would that we all had more of it!”

For Madame Bonaparte knew that there was but little of the heroic in her handsome husband, ”Papa Charles.” He would flame out with wrath, and tell every one how much he meant to do against tyranny and wrong; he would even act with courage for a while; but at last his love of ease and his dislike of trouble would get the better of his valor, and he would give up the struggle, bow before his opponents, and seek to gain by subserviency their favor and patronage.

As for Eliza, she received a merited punishment--first, for her disobedience in taking what she had been told never to touch; next, for her bravado in daring to act insolently toward her uncle, the canon; then for her gluttony in eating so much of the fruit; and finally, for her ”bad heart,” as her mother called it, for allowing her brother to suffer in her stead, and be punished for the wrong that she had committed.

As for Napoleon, I fear that this little incident in his life made him feel more important than ever. He a.s.sumed a yet more masterful tone toward his companions and playmates, lorded it over Joseph, his brother, and made repeated demands for loyalty upon Uncle Joey Fesch.

But he did feel grateful toward Panoria for her timely word and generous conduct. He became more fond than ever of ”La Giacommeta;” and he brought her fruit and flowers, told her of all the great things he meant to do ”when he was a man,” and even invited her into his much loved and jealously guarded grotto; and that, you may be sure, was a very great favor for Napoleon to grant. For his grotto was his own private and exclusive hermitage.

CHAPTER SIX.

THE BATTLE WITH THE SHEPHERD BOYS.

The relations between Napoleon and the shepherd boys of the Ajaccio hillsides were not improved by his unsatisfactory food-trade during his bread-and-water days.

Whenever he took his walks abroad in their direction, the belligerent shepherd boys made haste to annoy and attack him. They had no special love for the town boys; there was, in fact, a long-standing rivalry and quarrel between them, as there often is between boys of different sections, or between boys of the country and the town.

So you may be sure that Napoleon's solitary tramps along the hillsides were often disturbed and made unpleasant.

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