Volume II Part 32 (2/2)

”Make yourselves at home,” replied Pierre, cordially; ”but tell me,” he continued, ”who is this wo wonificantly at the old woman

”She is crazy,” she whispered

Pierre Labarre laid his hand over his eyes to hide his tears, but he could not prevent a nervous sob fro his broad frame

”Tell me,” he repeated softly, ”who is the woreat deal of trouble,” replied Caillette, sorrowfully ”She has lost her husband and her children, and was badly injured at a fire Only a feeeks ago she could hardly move a limb, but since a short time her condition has wonderfully ih not without assistance”

”But her name--what is she called?”

”Ah, my dear sir, I do not know her real nahborhood in Paris call her the 'Burned Woman,' and Louison calls hergirl who has taken care of her She earns her living through singing, and is a charirl Her brother is named Fanfaro Ah! it is a curious story, full of misfortune and crime”

Pierre was silent for a moment, and then asked:

”Who is this Fanfaro whom you just spoke about?”

Caillette did not answer immediately Fanfaro was to her the incarnation of all that was good and noble in the world, but of course she could not tell the old ,” she finally said; ”of course he is a etic and brave as any one”

”Fanfaro, Fanfaro,” repeated the old man, pensively; ”where have I heard the na Pierre, she politely said:

”Excuse the plain service, sir; it is very little, but comes from our hearts”

Pierre Labarre uttered a cry of astonisheres!” he cried, beside himself

The invalid looked sharply at Pierre, and trely said:

”Who called me? Who pronounced my naeres, do you not recollect your husband, Jules, and your children, Jacques and Louison?”

”Of course I reain! Where can Jules be? and Jacques--Jacques--”

The ray hair, as if she were trying to recollect so

”Yes, I know,” she murmured pensively, ”Louison is here, she sleeps in a neat white bed, but she is away now--and--and--”

Expectantly Pierre gazed at the poor woination with reality, and after a pause she continued: