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Updated: June 29, 2025
"Dear children," said the Cure, "we are saved, and we are not shamed." He held up the bag. "Parpon has brought us two thousand dollars: we shall have food to eat, and there shall be more money against seed-time. The giver of this good gift demands that his name be not known. Such is all true charity. Let us pray."
He leaned over the pulpit, and, pausing, looked down at his congregation. Then, all at once, he was aware that he had created a profound impression. Just in front of him, his eyes burning with a strange fire, sat Monsieur Valmond. Parpon, beside him, hung over the back of a seat, his long arms stretched out, his hands applauding in a soundless way.
She looked about her. Not far away was a stone, too heavy to carry but perhaps not too heavy to roll! Foot by foot she rolled it over. She looked. He was still there. She stepped back. As she did so a few pebbles crumbled away from her feet and fell where Parpon perched. She did not see or hear them fall. He looked up, and saw the stone creeping upon the edge.
"Perhaps she'd rather die," said the old woman. "She is unhappy." She was thinking of her own far, bitter past, remembered now after so many years. "Misery and blindness too ah! What right have I to make her blind? It's a great risk, Parpon, my dear son." "I must, I must, for your sake. Valmond! Valmond! O Valmond!" cried Elise again out of her delirium. The stricken girl had answered for Parpon.
An accident discovered it to them, and afterwards he sang for them but little, and never when it was expected of him. He might be the minister of a dauphin or a fool, but he was now only the mysterious Parpon who thrilled them. All the soul cramped in the small body was showing in his eyes, as on that day when he had sung before the Louis Quinze.
At last she fell asleep in her chair, but Parpon and his mother slept not at all. Now and again the dwarf went to the door and looked out at the night, so still, and full of the wonder of growth and rest. Far up on Dalgrothe Mountain a soft brazen light lay like a shield against the sky, a strange, hovering thing.
To every one he said a hearty thing, and sometimes touched his greeting off with a bit of poetry or a rhetorical phrase. These dramatic extravagances served him well, for he was among a race of story-tellers and crude poets. Parpon, uncouth and furtive, moved through the crowd, dispensing as much irony as wine: "Three bucks we come to a pretty inn, 'Hostess, say we, 'have you red wine? Brave!
But it would have its hour yet, and Valmond knew this as well as did the young Seigneur. It was no jest of Valmond's that he would, or could, have five hundred followers in two weeks. Lagroin and Parpon were busy, each in his own way Lagroin, open, bluff, imperative; Parpon, silent, acute, shrewd. Two days before the feast of St.
"What's a few pounds of meal to the wife of Farette? I will get it for you. Come in, Annette." She turned towards the door, then stopped all at once. There was the oatmeal which she had thrown at Parpon, the basin, and the poker. She wished she had not asked Annette in. But in some things she had a quick wit, and she hurried to say: "It was that yellow cat of Parpon's.
And the dam little dwarf Parpon, he say: 'He will have flowers on the table and ice on the butter, and a wheel in his head. "And Bargon laugh and say: 'I will have plenty for my friends to eat and drink and a ver' fine time. "'Good, we all say-'Bagosh! So they make the trip through twelve parish, and the fiddles go all the time, and I am what you say 'best man' with Bargon.
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