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The CrOiSSY YeW.
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I" / will tell you, sir, why | come every
evening to smoke my pipe under the
Croissy yew."


In 1917, the narrator who escaped the
conscription, by entering college, which
he had since left, did not know what to do
with himself. In the meanwhile, he a.
unused himself by climbing up into huge
yew tree, and casting his eyes over the
surrounding country. One moonlight
evening, when at his post, he overheard a
conscript, who was bidding adieu to bis
sister and his betrothed. The latter wept
The more resolute sister said


"Have eau not a colonel? the man who
enlisted you? Well! go and find your
colonel, throw yourself on your knee,
and say, "My lord, / don't want to go
away-I don't want to be killed. There
are my. sister and wife, who cannot live
without me, and who are going TO throw
themselves into the river. Beat me, col
onel, put me in prison, but don't make me
goaway2 Long live the emperor? He's
unoble fellowl Let him leave r1leia peace,
and 90 about his business. Colonel, lam
a man and free one, and have no right
to leave my sister Christine, who won't
have me quit her; and who will hate you,
colonel, if you make me go off,"


The brother smiled at his sisters eager.
ness, and told her he must have subst-
tute, and money TO pay him.


SWELL" said Christine, I" will give
you every thing Pve got. My gold cross,
my earrings, my silk reckerchiefs, my
colerettes; in word, all my trinkets, to
him who will consent 20 CO."


"All that does not amount to the price
of man," replied Eugene. Christine
reflected for awhile, and said, catching hel
brothers. arm


"Well! am well worth a man--wortF
more than man--oh, certainly | am!
will give myself, then. will tell some
body or other, Go in my brothers. place
and will be your wife. You see an
pretty--a little spoiled, but what matter:
that9 Twill love you so, if you will save
my brother! Oh, yes! swear by the
golden cross, in which is some of my
mothers gray hair, would willingly mar
ry him who would devote himself to you
At evening, as they were seated at thei
humble meal, without being able to toucI
it, and looking tearfulIy at each other
some one knocked at the door.


"Come in,'' said the youn gman, haslil,
drying his eyes.


An old sergeant made his appearance
saying" HeaIth!. Is the conscript, Eu
gene Leven, here"


g Yes, sergeant"


" There,'' said the soldier, throwing
letter on the table.


Eugene read slowly al first, but after
wards devoured the paper. 1t was hi
discharge in due form. He looked at tn
old soldier with astonishment.


"That means that your place is taken
conscript. It's pity, though; for you
rnustaches would have sprouted with lii
tie gunpowder. But enough, you are hap
py now--farewell."


And he was going away.


"Oh, the devA!'' said he, as he return
ed; "Christine Leyen--is that your sis
teri Where is your sister?n


"Here," said Eugene, pointing to Chri;
tine, who was pale with emotion.


"This is one for you, Miss and h
threw second letter on the table bl
stopped short as he saw Christine .tren
bling with agitation, crumpling the lelte
table.


What is the matter, whal is the ma
teri" said Eugene. Selfish Eeiog that
am, never thought of it. Let me see wh
dares to write to you?'' ~


nWhal does all this mean?'' ,
ooh, read it aloud,'' said Christine, .it
-the same to me! Good heavens! this
but just!'


Eugene read aloud ae +.
t" Miss--l ask noihing--Igo nw AZ viii
out making any ternis--Iteke Your brr


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