Volume VIII Part 50 (1/2)
In a minute, the Prussian had found two comrades who carried pistols, and they lish their feet, and hurrying on with the preparations, uneasy lest they should be too late for the train
M Dubuis had never fired a pistol in his life
They made him stand twenty paces away from his enemy He was asked:
”Are you ready?”
While he was answering: ”Yes, lishmen had opened his umbrella in order to keep off the rays of the sun
A voice gave the word of command:
”Fire!”
M Dubuis fired at rando, and he was a up his arht on his face He had killed the officer
One of the Englishht, satisfied curiosity, and joyous impatience The other, who still kept the watch in his hand, seized M Dubuis's arm, and hurried him in double-quick ti their steps, with his arms pressed close to his sides--”One! two! one!
two!”
And all threeabreast they rapidly ures in a co They sprang into their carriage Then, the English-caps, waved the:
”Hip! hip! hip! hurrah!”
Then gravely, one after the other, they stretched out the right hand to M Dubuis, and they went back and sat in their own corner
THE LOVE OF LONG AGO
The old-fashi+oned chateau was built on a wooded height Tall trees surrounded it with dark greenery; and the vast park extended its vistas here over a deep forest and there over an open plain Soe stone basin in which ed in order succeeded each other down as far as the foot of the slope, and a hidden fountain sent cascades dancing from one to the other
Frorace of a superannuated coquette down to the grottos encrusted with shell-work, where slu in this antique de see ago, of faded gallantries, and of the elegant trivialities so dear to our grandmothers
In a parlor in the style of Louis XV, whose walls were covered with shepherds paying court to shepherdesses, beautiful ladies in hoop-petticoats, and gallant gentles, a very old woman who see down in a large easy-chair, while her thin,down, one at each side of her
Her eyes were gazing languidly towards the distant horizon as if they sought to follow through the park visions of her youth Through the openevery now and then carass and the perfume of flowers It made her white locks flutter around her wrinkled forehead and old h her brain
Beside her on a tapestried stool, a young girl with long, fair hair hanging in plaits over her neck, was e an altar-cloth