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The wedding-day was the anniversary of Farette's first marriage, and the Cure faltered in the exhortation when he saw that Farette was dressed in complete mourning, even to the crape hat-streamers, as he said, out of respect for the memory of his first wife, and as a kind of tribute to his second.
He was a droll dwarf, and, in his way, had good times in the world. He turned the misery of the world into a game, and grinned at it from his high little eyrie with the dormer window. He had lived with Farette the miller for some years, serving him with a kind of humble insolence. It was not a joyful day for Farette when he married Julie. She led him a pretty travel.
I will never go to you at the House with the Tall Porch. And I made him promise that he would never tell of it. And so I have lived sometimes with old Farette." Then he laughed strangely again, and sent a furtive look at Armand. "Parpon," said Armand gently, "our grand Seigneur has left you the Bois Noir for your own.
"There is nothing to tell: he left it; that is all." "Oh, the good Seigneur," cried Farette, "the grand Seigneur!" Some one laughed scornfully in the doorway. It was Julie. "Look there," she cried; "he gets the land, and throws away the gun! Brag and coward, miller! It is for me to say 'the grand Seigneur!" She tossed her head: she thought the old Seigneur had relented towards her.
It would not kill a bird; the shot would scatter: but it might kill a man a man is bigger." "Kill a man!" She showed her white teeth with a savage little smile. "Of course it is all guess. I asked Farette what he would shoot, and he said, 'Nothing good to eat. I said I would eat what he killed. Then he got pretty mad, and said I couldn't eat my own head. Holy! that was funny for Farette.
It would not kill a bird; the shot would scatter: but it might kill a man a man is bigger." "Kill a man!" She showed her white teeth with a savage little smile. "Of course it is all guess. I asked Farette what he would shoot, and he said, 'Nothing good to eat. I said I would eat what he killed. Then he got pretty mad, and said I couldn't eat my own head. Holy! that was funny for Farette.
"There is nothing to tell: he left it; that is all." "Oh, the good Seigneur," cried Farette, "the grand Seigneur!" Some one laughed scornfully in the doorway. It was Julie. "Look there," she cried; "he gets the land, and throws away the gun! Brag and coward, miller! It is for me to say 'the grand Seigneur!" She tossed her head: she thought the old Seigneur had relented towards her.
For though Farette came every Sunday evening and smoked by the fire, and looked at Julie as she arranged the details of her dowry, he only chuckled, and now and again struck his thigh and said: "Mon Dieu, the ankle, the eye, the good child, Julie, there!" Then he would fall to thinking and chuckling again. One day he asked her to make him some potato-cakes of the flour he had given her.
At the wedding-breakfast, where Medallion and Parpon were in high glee, Farette announced that he would take the honeymoon himself, and leave his wife to learn cooking from old Babette. So he went away alone cheerfully, with hymeneal rice falling in showers on his mourning garments; and his new wife was as cheerful as he, and threw rice also.
Parpon hopped down and trotted to the door. Then he turned and said, with a sly gurgle: "Farette keeps at that gun. What is the good! There will be nobody at the Bois Noir any more. I will go and tell him." She rushed at him with fury, but seeing Annette Benoit in the road, she stood still and beat her foot angrily on the doorstep.
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