International Short Stories: French | Page 3

in tiny pieces for each meal, was kept
under lock and key the rest of the time. You should have seen the
mistress at supper time serving the soup, sighing at each ladleful she
dished out. The other apprentices, two blind boys, were less unhappy;
they were not given more than I, but they could not see the reproachful
look the wicked woman used to give me as she handed me my plate.
And then, unfortunately, I was always so terribly hungry. Was it my
fault, do you think? I served there for three years, in a continual fit of
hunger. Three years! And one can learn the work in one month. But the
managers could not know everything, and had no suspicion that the
children were abused. Ah! you were astonished just now when you saw
me take the bread out of the mud? I am used to that for I have picked
up enough of it; and crusts from the dust, and when they were too hard
and dry, I would soak them all night in my basin. I had windfalls

sometimes, such as pieces of bread nibbled at the ends, which the
children would take out of their baskets and throw on the sidewalks as
they came from school. I used to try to prowl around there when I went
on errands. At last my time was ended at this trade by which no man
can support himself. Well, I did many other things, for I was willing
enough to work. I served the masons; I have been shop-boy,
floor-polisher, I don't know what all! But, pshaw; to-day, work is
lacking, another time I lose my place: Briefly, I never have had enough
to eat. Heavens! how often have I been crazy with hunger as I have
passed the bakeries! Fortunately for me; at these times I have always
remembered the good Sister at the Asylum, who so often told me to be
honest, and I seemed to feel her warm little hand upon my forehead. At
last, when I was eighteen I enlisted; you know as well as I do, that the
trooper has only just enough. Now,--I could almost laugh--here is the
siege and famine! You see, I did not lie, when I told you, just now that
I have always, always, been hungry!"
The young duke had a kind heart and was profoundly moved by this
terrible story, told him by a man like himself, by a soldier whose
uniform made him his equal. It was even fortunate for the phlegm of
this dandy, that the night wind dried the tears which dimmed his eyes.
"Jean-Victor," said he, ceasing in his turn, by a delicate tact, to speak
familiarly to the foundling, "if we survive this dreadful war, we will
meet again, and I hope that I may be useful to you. But, in the
meantime, as there is no bakery but the commissary, and as my ration
of bread is twice too large for my delicate appetite,--it is understood, is
it not?--we will share it like good comrades."
It was strong and hearty, the hand-clasp which followed: then, harassed
and worn by their frequent watches and alarms, as night fell, they
returned to the tavern, where twelve soldiers were sleeping on the straw;
and throwing themselves down side by side, they were soon sleeping
soundly.
Toward midnight Jean-Victor awoke, being hungry probably. The wind
had scattered the clouds, and a ray of moonlight made its way into the
room through a hole in the roof, lighting up the handsome blonde head
of the young duke, who was sleeping like an Endymion.
Still touched by the kindness of his comrade, Jean-Victor was gazing at
him with admiration, when the sergeant of the platoon opened the door

and called the five men who were to relieve the sentinels of the
out-posts. The duke was of the number, but he did not waken when his
name was called.
"Hardimont, stand up!" repeated the non-commissioned officer.
"If you are willing, sergeant," said Jean-Victor rising, "I will take his
duty, he is sleeping so soundly--and he is my comrade."
"As you please."
The five men left, and the snoring recommenced.
But half an hour later the noise of near and rapid firing burst upon the
night. In an instant every man was on his feet, and each with his hand
on the chamber of his gun, stepped cautiously out, looking earnestly
along the road, lying white in the moonlight.
"What time is it?" asked the duke. "I was to go on duty to-night."
"Jean-Victor went in your place."
At that moment a soldier was seen running toward them along the road.
"What is it?" they cried as he stopped, out of breath.
"The Prussians have attacked us, let us fall