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Fortunately, a small lantern, which Fanfar wore at his belt, was not broken; he lighted it and examined the face of the man he had rescued. Yes, Fanfar, the resemblance is great. This is the brother of the man who died at Leigoutte.
The Vosges mountains and the villages in the valleys were alike wrapped in snow. The inn which our readers already know at Leigoutte, presented a most picturesque appearance.
She therefore went on toward Germany with her. Fortunately, a wagoner took pity on these two women, and took them up. In this way they reached Leigoutte. Françoise was silent, except a few low words that she muttered under her breath at long intervals. Caillette thought with despair of Fanfar, and his agony at his mother's disappearance.
"Is not of much consequence; but hasten, for your son's sake." The Vicomtesse disappeared. This explains the noise that had attracted the attention of the Marquis. An hour later Magdalena returned to her husband. "I know enough," she said. "Your brother Simon is married he has two sons, and lives in the village of Leigoutte." A cruel smile wandered over the lips of the Vicomte.
When Simon left Leigoutte with Sergeant Michel, he had no idea that the fury of the invaders would lead them to commit the crime of killing women and children, and to burn their homes. The Cossacks and the emigrés avenged themselves on French flesh and blood, and French homes and firesides.
Alas! poor girl, she did not know that the night when she and Françoise entered the inn at Leigoutte, Fanfar, alone in his prison, thought of his mother whom he had scarcely seen, and of the sister whom he had held in his arms. Ah! it was a bitter trial for the strong, faithful heart. Caillette and Pierre Labarre watched Françoise, when finally she arose from her chair, and went toward the door.
Pierre Labarre stroked the white hair from his forehead with his long bony hand and slowly said: "I know only one Marquis of Fougereuse." "And who should bear this title if not I?" cried the marquis, angrily. "The son of the man who was murdered at Leigoutte in the year 1805," replied Pierre.
Jules de Fougereuse, the brother of the Vicomte de Talizac, married, under the name of Jules Fougeres, the sister of the dead woman, and both of them took care of the child. They brought the boy up as if he had been their own, and in the village of Leigoutte no one suspected that little Jacques was only an adopted child. In the year 1814 you induced the Cossacks to destroy Leigoutte.
"His name, too, and those of his parents and sister, we found out after a time," continued Girdel; "his father's name was Jules, his mother's Louise, his sister's Louison, and his own Jacques. On the strength of his information I went to Leigoutte, but found out very little. The village had been set on fire by the Cossacks and destroyed.
It was an idea of his own to restore to Leigoutte its old look, the look it had one day long before when Simon Fougère gave him a seat at his fireside, and Jacques looked at the stranger with his big, earnest eyes, while Cinette ran around the room. The evening of which we write, this old servant of an emigré sat under the trees opposite the school-room.
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