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Updated: June 4, 2025
He saw her the oftener because she worked much out on her low veranda. From that place she had a broad outlook upon the world, with 'Thanase in the foreground, at his toil, sometimes at his sport.
They mount the calèches, Sosthène after Madame Sosthène; 'Thanase after Madame 'Thanase. "To horse, ladies and gentlemen!" Never mind now about the youth who has been taken ill in the chapel, and whom the curé has borne almost bodily in his arms to his own house. "Mount! Mount! Move aside for the wedding singers!"
If the young fiddler's music was an attraction before, fancy its power now, when the musician had to be lifted to his chair on top of the table! Bonaventure sought comfort of Zoséphine, and she gave it, tittering at 'Thanase behind his back, giving Bonaventure knowing looks, and sticking her sunbonnet in her mouth.
He wanted him back so that this load might be lifted. Thus the bitter would pass out of the sweet; the haunting fear of evil tidings from the absent rival would haunt no more. Life would be what it was to other lads, and Zoséphine one day fall to his share by a better title than he could ever make with 'Thanase in exile. Come, 'Thanase, come, come! More weeks passed.
Chaouache and 'Thanase got very busy plaiting a horse-hair halter, and let time go by faster than they knew. Madame Chaouache, so to call her, prepared breakfast. The children played with the dog and cat. Thus it happened that still nobody looked out into the swirling rain. Why should they?
The prostrate boy does not move. 'Thanase strides up to the bed and looks at one burning cheek, then turns to his aunt. "Li malade?" "Is he ill?" "Sa l'air a ca," said the aunt. "Bien, n'onc' Sosthène, adjieu." Uncle and nephew shake hands stoutly. "Adjieu," says the young soldier again to his aunt. She gives her hand and turns to hide a tear. The youth takes one step toward Zoséphine.
"Bonaventure," said Zoséphine, this was as they were returning from church, the wide rawhide straps of their huge wooden two-wheeled vehicle creaking as a new saddle would if a new saddle were as big as a house, "Bonaventure, I wish you could learn how to dance. I am tired trying to teach you." Bonaventure looked meek for a moment, and then resentful as he said: "'Thanase does not dance."
But one day, one Sunday, it repeated itself in a different way. 'Thanase was in gay humor that morning. He kissed his wife, tossed his children, played on his fiddle that tune they all liked best, and, while Zoséphine looked after him with young zest in her eye, sprang into the saddle and galloped across the prairie
But they found one night, at length, that the music could be too good when 'Thanase struck up something that was not a dance, and lads and damsels crowded around standing and listening and asking ever for more, and the ball turned out a failure because the concert was such a success.
Her eyes meet his one instant she leaps upon his neck his strong arms press her to his bosom her lifted face lights up his kiss is on her lips it was there just now, and now 'Thanase is gone, and she has fled to an inner room. Bonaventure stood in the middle of the floor. Why should the boy look so strange? Was it anger, or fever, or joy? He started out. "A ou-ce-tu va Bonaventure?"
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