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There had been a time when he could be idle and whittle, but that time was gone by; that was at Grande Pointe; and now for his son for Claude to become a lounger in tavern quarters Claude had not announced himself to Vermilionville as a surveyor, or as any thing Claude to be a hater of honest labor was this what Bonaventure called civilize-ation?
By that time they were all gone; but Mr. Tarbox made Vermilionville his base of operations for several days. Claude also tarried. For reasons presently to appear, the "ladies parlor," a small room behind the waiting-room, with just one door, which let into the hall at the hall's inner end, was given up to his use; and of evenings not only Mr.
I refer to the Rose of Vermilionville, the Pearl of the Parish, the loveliest love and fairest fair that ever wore the shining name of Beausoleil. She's got to change it to Tarbox, Claude. Before yon sun has run its course again, I'm going to ask her for the second time. I've just begun asking, Claude; I'm going to keep it up till she says yes."
But away in the night Madame Sosthène, hearing an unwonted noise, went to Bonaventure's bedside and found him sobbing as if his heart had broken. "He has had a bad dream," she said; for he would not say a word. The curé of Vermilionville and Carancro was a Creole gentleman who looked burly and hard when in meditation; but all that vanished when he spoke and smiled.
And so, the same day on which Claude in Vermilionville left the Beausoleils' tavern, the cabin on Bayou des Acadiens, ever in his mind's eye, was empty, and in Grande Pointe his father stood on the one low step at the closed door of Bonaventure's little frame schoolhouse. He had been there a full minute and had not knocked. Every movement, to-day, came only after an inward struggle.
He often asked himself how he had ever been a moment at his ease those November evenings in the tavern's back-parlor at Vermilionville. It was because he had a task there; sociality was not the business of the hour. And now I have something else to confess about Claude; something mortifying in the extreme. For you see the poverty of all these explanations. Their very multitude makes them weak.
"Tarbox," persisted the engineer, driving away his own smile, "you know what you are; you are a born contractor! You've found it out, and" smiling again "that's why you're looking for Claude." "Where is he?" asked Mr. Tarbox. "Well, I told you the truth when I said I didn't know; but I haven't a doubt he's in Vermilionville."
He was quite outside of all their gossip. How could they know that with all his learning for he could read and write in two languages and took the Vermilionville newspaper and with all his books, almost an entire mantel-shelf full he was feeling heart-hunger the same as any ordinary lad or lass unmated?
Her son founded Vermilionville. Her grandson rose to power, sat in the Senate of the United States. From early manhood to hale gray age, the people of his State were pleased to hold him, now in one capacity, now in another, in their honored service; they made him Senator, Governor, President of Convention, what you will.
At Carancro, some miles away to the north-east, there is a thermometer; and somewhere in Vermilionville, a like distance to the south-east, there might possibly be found a barometer; but there is no need of either to tell that the air to-day is threescore and ten and will be more before it is less. Before the riders draw near you have noticed that only one is a man and the other a woman.
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