The Galley Slave's Ring

ris, was profoundly stirred by the question of the reform banquets, there was to be seen on St

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he chief of the Gallic army, throwing with savage and haughty mien his sword into one of the scales of the ba

and, a conscientious father of his family, and a merchant who sold at reasonable prices excellent merchandise, among other things superb Brittany linen, imported from his native province. The worthy tradesman paid his bills regularly; was accommodating and affable towards everybody;

the shop-lad, assisted by a female servant, both of whom were Bretons like their master, Monsieur Lebrenn, w

f Vannes, whose open countenance bore the impress of wonderment, seeing he was only two days in Paris. He spoke French quite passably; but in his conversations with J

moved from the outside. He even paused for a moment in the middle of the shop, and, leaning both his arms a

ding over, Gildas?

a distant and almost comical look, "do you remembe

leep in my cradle with

hn led his shee

hought that a pr

n. When I was at Vannes I little dre

find so startling

hing, J

dee

any other thi

a good

here in our little town. St. Denis Street in Paris, where your employer lives, is a street inhabited only by honest and peaceful merchants.' Well, now, Jeanike, no later than yesterday evening, the second day after my arrival, did you not hear cries of: 'Close the shops! Close the sho

r Gi

hat were

Have you, perchance, anyth

all the world. I'm quite sur

dam Le

reminds me of my own moth

demois

may say of her in the word

handsome and bri

ace, yet her de

her kindness have

ur country. That particular one seems to have been

n. "You asked me what there is to astonish me. Tell me, do you think that ma

ppose 'tis a fancy of

ent back yesterday to

el

? One ever seems to be about to swear when pronouncing i

The name of our mast

so. You did look as if you w

did not roll th

my lassy. But, after all

fancy of monsi

d what about t

green

erday, at broad noon, I saw our mas

ng the shutters are

ou, Jeanike? And why should the

now! It may

and madam's, are y

ur

hat apartment where it

madam and monsieur ever go in

at seems to you at all

customed to it. You will pres

ing a furtive look in the direction of

ou see

ha

dra

oon, Je

coming back-towards the shop. I shall tell

d the lad, na?vely. "But what can you ha

God; but they have th

th helmets and sabers," remarked Gildas sententiously. "A

e-cote a l

e h

sparrow haw

like a gu

ned my wee

now

has becom

ike? The doves are young

e speaking more wisely

hat the neighborhood of sparrow-hawks-t

thinking

hom,

ys ago, mademoiselle, who usually stays in the rear of the shop, was at the desk in the absence o

ow-hawk of a dragoo

ettes, and a cockade on his hat. He must have been at le

s, clad in a cutaway coat and trousers of black velvet, the usual railway employees' garb. His energetic face was par

im immediately. Pray, go and tell him that Du

ing at daybreak, monsieur," answered

have gone there?" the new a

ly as he had stepped in when a new thought st

renn, the moment he comes ba

mons

he proceeded saying: "Say to your master that, if he did not go this morning to inspect his supply of grain-you c

u would like to leave a n

ont impatiently. "That's u

before seeing Monsieur Dupont," Jeanike com

. "Good-bye, my child." So say

oceryman," observed Gildas in amazement to his compa

first I he

Did you notice him? Oh, Jeanike! There is no do

y. Everything surprises you. But let

lettes and a cockade in his hat, who stopped t

ot me he

m, t

iselle

dee

man was devouring her with his eyes. And I felt so ashamed for her

hat reminds me

ry, Gildas. You may then sing your song

parrow

wering at mademoiselle wi

sparrow-hawk e

up again, but this time in civilian dress, and there he planted himself again at the window. Madam happened to be in the shop, and he did not stay long. Day before yesterday he turned up again without being able to see mademoiselle. Finally, yesterday, Madam Lebr

aware that the military man had come several

he dragoon did not come back. I feared he was charged to spy upon us. Fortunately it was not so. Would you advise me t

madam. She may become justly suspicious

low your adv

you do! Oh, my dear lassy

m ready. Let's

ndred times in the evenings, just as my grandmother had t

u keep up at that rate from grandmother to grandmo

ransmit from generation to genera

the stories of Myrdin and of The Baron of Jauioz, with which I have

prowl around young girls. It is a frightful story. It is called The Three Red Monks

e interestedly, being struc

e of Plo

ngu

ular

Lebrenn mention that

ire of Plouernel?

let's have the song of the Three Red

red monks were Templars, and wore a sword and h

may come down any moment, a

tentively,

. It was not sung, exactly, but was chanted l

y limb I

sorrows that af

hought of the even

ken place in the

e at Kemper ju

her way as she c

n red, all three T

points, joined Ka

heir huge ba

m mane dow

us, you pret

he conven

ld will yo

silver

ase, Sires,

join you in

telik. 'I fea

g by you

Si

, nor can I

tales that one

come to the conv

alarmed a

not proceed t

g maids of

there, '

ds, ripe for their

ame out from the

aids,' cried up Go

three mon

young maid

maid, the ei

s she wa

d up on h

ee rode to the co

aid across

to smother

, clasping her hands. "And what is to becom

y," answered Gildas with a sigh; a

ths later,

aps eve

lemma of the mon

others,'

this girl

er, to-night l

t of the m

s will there see

e killed her, those bandit monks, and were

lmets and swords are always up to some mischief or ot

-fall the vault o

under the most frigh

his clothes dre

bout fo

e church-door

hrough the

small tape

igging at the f

oung girl lyi

bare feet t

desolate, moan

g for

cried, 'for our

me l

about in the

I shall

per we

he budged not aw

the voice of

om the depth

pray

e some oil,

be I carry

he galloped a

op's palace he ro

of Cornouai

ck!' cried

tered at

snugly in

t cosily upo

l there is who

m of a pit o

aying for

for the babe t

on she prays

t-Bishop hastened t

foot of the altar

hop arrived, th

rom the depths

her babe sound asl

torn the fle

torn the flesh

breast down

the B

is sigh

th knees, and w

ree nights he spe

d of the

monks stan

girl stirred by the

ned it

r

wal

ght to the thre

spoke,

is

of Plou

I not tell you that those helmet-wearers were ever prowling around young girls like so many ravishing

y, Gildas. Was that bandit of a re

es

me cause of complaint against them, and say, whenever he referred to some wicked man

iness. "To think of Monsieur Lebrenn having complaint against the family of a red monk, who has been d

u imagine there are any red monks in St. Denis Stree

in morning livery stepped into the

t in," sa

ettle with him a matter about some linen that he spoke about with your mistress yesterday. Here is my master's address," added the valet, plac

the card mechanically, read i

of Auray! It

s it, G

, Jea

he reached out the card

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-Poissonni

al times, raising his hands to heaven, while Jeanike herself looked