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<strong>THE FAMILY OF MICHAEL AROUT</strong><stroember 15th, Eight Oclock</strong>
This m, while I was arranging my books, Menevieve came in,and brought me the basket of fruit I buy of her every Sunday. For thenearly twenty years that I have lived in this quarter, I have dealt inher little fruit-shop. Perhaps I should be better served elsewhere, butMenevieve has but little ; to leave her would do her harm,and cause her unnecessary pain. It seems to me that the length of ouracquaintance has made me incur a sort of tacit obligation to her; mypatronage has bee her property.
She has put the basket upon my table, and as I want her husband, who is ajoio add some shelves to my bookcase, she has gone downstairs agaiely to send him to me.
At first I did not notice either her looks or the sound of her voice:
but, now that I recall them, it seems to me that she was not as jovial asusual. Menevieve be in trouble about anything?
Poor woman! All her best years were subject to such bitter trials, thatshe might think she had received her full share already. Were I to livea hundred years, I should never fet the circumstances which made herknown to me, and which obtained for her my respect.
It was at the time of my first settling in the faub. I had noticedher empty fruit-shop, whiobody came into, and, being attracted by itsforsaken appearance, I made my little purchases in it. I have alwaysinstinctively preferred the poor shops; there is less choi them, butit seems to me that my purchase is a sign of sympathy with a brother iy. These little dealings are almost always an anchor of hope tothose whose very existence is in peril--the only means by whieorphan gains a livelihood. There the aim of the tradesman is not toenrich himself, but to live! The purchase you make of him is more thanan exge--it is a good a.
Menevieve at that time was still young, but had already lost thatfresh bloom of youth which suffering causes to wither so soon among thepoor. Her husband, a clever jradually left off w tobee, acc to the picturesque expression of the workshops, aworshipper of Saint Monday. The wages of the week, which was alwaysreduced to two or three w days, were pletely dedicated by him tothe worship of this god of the Barriers,--[The cheap wine shops areoutside the Barriers, to avoid the octroi, or municipal excise.]--andGenevieve was obliged herself to provide for all the wants of thehousehold.
One evening, when I went to make some trifling purchases of her, I hearda sound of quarrelling in the back shop. There were the voices ofseveral women, among which I distinguished that of Genevieve, broken bysobs. On looking farther in, I perceived the fruit-woman holding a childin her arms, and kissing it, while a try nurse seemed to be claimingher wages from her. The poor woman, who without doubt had exhaustedevery explanation and every excuse, was g in silence, and one of herneighbors was trying in vain to appease the trywomaed bythat love of money which the evils of a hard peasant life but too wellexcuse, and disappointed by the refusal of her expected wages, the nursewas laung forth in recriminations, threats, and abuse. In spite ofmyself, I listeo the quarrel, not daring to interfere, and notthinking of going away, when Michael Arout appeared at the shop-door.
The joiner had just e from the Barriers, where he had passed part ofthe day at a public-house. His blouse, without a belt, and u thethroat, showed none of the ains of work: in his hand he held hiscap, which he had just picked up out of the mud; his hair was indisorder, his eye fixed, and the pallor of drunkenness in his face. Hecame reeling in, looked wildly around him, and called Genevieve.
She heard his voice, gave a start, and rushed into the shop; but at thesight of the miserable man, who was trying in vain to steady himself, shepressed the child in her arms, a over it with tears.
The trywoman and the neighbor had followed her.
"e! e!" cried the former in a rage, "do you io pay me,after all?"
"Ask the master for the money," ironically answered the woman from the door, pointing to the joiner, who had just fallen against theter.
The trywoman looked at him.
"Ah! he is the father," returned she. "Well, what idle beggars! not tohave a penny to pay ho people; aipsy with wine in that way."
The drunkard raised his head.
"What! what!" stammered he; "who is it that talks of wine? Ive hadnothing but brandy! But I am going back again to get some wine! Wife,give me your mohere are some friends waiting for me at the Perela Tuille."
Genevieve did not answer: he went round the ter, opehe till, andbegan to rummage in it.
"You see where the money of the house goes!" observed the neighbor tothe trywoman; "how the poor unhappy ay you wheakesall?"
"Is that my fault?" replied the nurse, angrily. "They owe to me, andsomehow or other they must pay me!"
Aing loose her tongue, as these women out of the try do, shebegaing at length all the care she had taken of the child, and allthe expe had been to her. In proportion as she recalled all shehad done, her words seemed to vince her more than ever of her rights,and to increase her ahe poor mother, who no doubt feared that herviolence would frighten the child, returned into the back shop, and putit into its cradle.
Whether it is that the trywoman saw in this act a determination toescape her claims, or that she was blinded by passion, I ot say; butshe rushed into the room, where I heard the sounds of quarrelling,with which the cries of the child were soon mihe joiner, who wasstill rummaging iill, was startled, and raised his head.
At the same moment Genevieve appeared at the door, holding in her armsthe baby that the trywoman was trying to tear from her. She rantoward the ter, and throwing herself behind her hus<u>藏书网</u>band, cried:
"Michael, defend your son!"
The drunken man quickly stood up erect, like one who awakes with a start.
"My son!" stammered he; "what son?"
His looks fell upon the child; a vague ray of intelligence passed overhis features.
"Robert," resumed he; "it is Robert!"
He tried to steady himself on his feet, that he might take the baby, buthe tottered. The nurse approached him in a rage.
"My money, or I shall take the child away!" cried she. "It is I whohave fed and brought it up: if you dont pay me for what has made itlive, it ought to be the same to you as if it were dead. I shall not gountil I have my due, or the baby."
"And what would you do with him?" murmured Genevieve, pressing Rainst her bosom.
"Take it to the Foundling!" replied the trywoman, harshly; "thehospital is a better mother than you are, for it pays for the food of itslittle ones."
At the word "Foundling," Genevieve had exclaimed aloud in horror. Withher arms wound round her son, whose head she hid in her bosom, awo hands spread over him, she had retreated to the wall, and remaih her back against it, like a lioness defending her young. Theneighbor and I plated this se, without knowing how we couldinterfere. As for Michael, he looked at us by turns, making a visibleeffort to prehend it all. When his eye rested upon Genevieve and thechild, it lit up with a gleam of pleasure; but wheuroward us,he again became stupid aating.
At last, apparently making a prodigious effort, he cried out, "Wait!"
And going to a tub filled with water, he plunged his fato it severaltimes.
Every eye was turned upon him; the trywoman herself seemedastonished. At length he raised his dripping head. This ablution hadpartly dispelled his drunkenness; he looked at us for a moment, theuro Genevieve, and his face brightened up.
"Robert!" cried he, going up to the child, and taking him in his arms.
"Ah! give him me, wife; I must look at him."
The mother seemed to give up his son to him with reluce, and stayedbefore him with her arms extended, as if she feared the child would havea fall. The nurse began again iurn to speak, and renewed herclaims, this time threatening to appeal to law. At first Michaellisteo her attentively, and when he prehended her meaning, hegave the child back to its mother.
"How much do we owe you?" asked he.
The trywoman began to re up the different expenses, whichamouo nearly thirty francs. The joiner felt to the bottom of hispockets, but could find nothing. His forehead became tracted byfrowns; low curses began to escape him. All of a sudden he rummaged inhis breast, drew forth a large watch, and holding it up above his head:
"Here it is--heres your money!" cried he with a joyful laugh; "a watch,a good one! I always said it would keep for a drink on a dry day; but itis not I who will drink it, but the young one. Ah! ah! ah! go a for me, neighbor, and if that is not enough, I have my earrings. Eh!
Genevieve, take them off for me; the earrings will square all! Theyshall not say you have been disgraced on at of the child--no, noteven if I must pledge a bit of my flesh! My watch, my earrings, and myring--get rid of all of them for me at the goldsmiths; pay the woman,ahe little fool go to sleep. Give him me, Genevieve; I will puthim to bed."
And, taking the baby from the arms of his mother, he carried him with afirm step to his cradle.
It was easy to perceive the ge which took pla Michael from thisday. He cut all his old drinking acquaintances. He went early everym to his work, aurned regularly in the evening to finish theday with Genevieve and Robert. Very soon he would not leave them at all,and he hired a plaear the fruit-shop, and worked in it on his ownat.
They would soon have been able to live in fort, had it not been forthe expenses which the child required. Everything was given up to hiseducation. He had gohrough the regular school training, had studiedmathematics, drawing, and the carperade, and had only begun towork a few months ago. Till now, they had been exhausting every resourcewhich their laborious industry could provide to push him forward in hisbusiness; and, happily, all these exertions had not proved useless: theseed had brought forth fruit, and the days of harvest were close by.
While I was thus recalling these remembrao my mind, Michael hade in, and was occupied in fixing shelves where they were wanted.
During the time I was writing the notes of my journal, I was alsoscrutinizing the joiner.
The excesses of his youth and the labor of his manhood have deeply markedhis face; his hair is thin and gray, his shoulders stoop, his legs areshrunken and slightly bent. There seems a sort of weight in his wholebeing. His very features have an expression of sorrow and despondency.
He answers my questions by monosyllables, and like a man who wishes toavoid versation. Whenes this deje, when one would think hehad all he could wish for? I should like to know!
Ten oclock.--Michael is just gone downstairs to look for a tool he hasfotten. I have at last succeeded in drawing from him the secret ofhis and Genevieves sorrow. Their son Robert is the cause of it!
Not that he has turned out ill after all their care--not that he is idleor dissipated; but both were in hopes he would never leave them any more.
The presence of the young man was to have renewed and made glad theirlives once more; his mother ted the days, his father preparedeverything to receive their dear associate ioils; and at themoment when they were thus about to be repaid for all their sacrifices,Robert had suddenly informed them that he had just engaged himself to atractor at Versailles.
Every remonstrand every prayer were useless; he brought forward they of initiating himself into all the details of an importanttract, the facilities he should have in his new position of improvinghimself in his trade, and the hopes he had of turning his knowledge toadva, last, when his mother, having e to the end of herarguments, began to cry, he hastily kissed her, a away that hemight avoid any further remonstrances.
He had been absent a year, and there was nothing to give them hopes ofhis return. His parents hardly saw him once a month, and then he onlystayed a few moments with them.
"I have been punished where I had hoped to be rewarded," Michael said tome just now. "I had wished for a saving and industrious son, and God hasgiven me an ambitious and avaricious one! I had always said to myselfthat when once he was grown up we should have him always with us, torecall our youth and to enliven our hearts. His mother was alwaysthinking of getting him married, and having children again to care for.
You know women always will busy themselves about others. As for me, Ithought of him w near my bench, and singing his new songs; for hehas learnt musid is one of the best singers at the Orpheon.
A dream, sir, truly! Directly the bird was fledged, he took to flight,and remembers her father nor mother. Yesterday, for instance, wasthe day we expected him; he should have e to supper with us. NoRobert to-day, either! He has had some plan to finish, or some bargainte, and his old parents are put down last in the ats, afterthe ers and the joiners work. Ah! if I could have guessed how itwould have turned out! Fool! to have sacrificed my likings and my money,for nearly twenty years, to the education of a thankless son! Was it forthis I took the trouble to cure myself of drinking, to break with myfriends, to bee an example to the neighborhood? The jovial goodfellow has made a goose of himself. Oh! if I had to begin again! No,no! you see women and children are our bahey soften our hearts;they lead us a life of hope and affe; we pass a quarter of our livesin f the growth of a grain of which is to be everything tous in our old age, and when the harvest-time es--good-night, the earis empty!"
While he eaking, Michaels voice became hoarse, his eyes fierd his lips quivered. I wished to answer him, but I could only think ofonplace solations, and I remained silent. The joiner pretended heneeded a tool, a me.
Poor father! Ah! I know those moments of temptation when virtue hasfailed to reward us, and we regret having obeyed her! Who has not feltthis weakness in hours of trial, and who has not uttered, at least ohe mournful exclamation of Brutus?
But if virtue is only a word, what is there then in life that is trueand real? No, I will not believe that goodness is in vain! It does notalways give the happiness we had hoped for, but it brings some other.
In the world everything is ruled by order, and has its proper andnecessary sequences, and virtue ot be the sole exception to thegeneral law. If it had been prejudicial to those who practised it,experience would have avehem; but experience has, on the trary,made it more universal and more holy. We only accuse it of being afaithless debtor because we demand an immediate payment, and one apparentto our senses. We always sider life as a fairytale, in which everygood aust be rewarded by a visible wonder. We do not accept aspayment a peaceful sce, self-tent, ood name amoreasures that are more precious than any other, but the value of whichwe do not feel till after we have lost them!
Michael is e back, and has returo his work. His son has not yetarrived.
By telling me of his hopes and his grievous disappois, he becameexcited; he unceasingly went ain the same subject, always addingsomething to his griefs. He had just wound up his fidential discourseby speaking to me of a joiners business which he had hoped to buy, andwork to good at with Roberts help. The present owner had made afortune by it, and, after thirty years of business, he was thinking ofretiring to one of the oral cottages iskirts of the city,a usual retreat for the frugal and successful wman. Michael hadnot ihe two thousand francs which must be paid down; but perhapshe could have persuaded Master Benoit to wait. Roberts presence wouldhave been a security for him, for the young man could not fail to ihe prosperity of a workshop; besides sd skill, he had the powerof iion and bringing to perfe. His father had discovered amonghis drawings a new plan for a stai<u></u>rcase, which had occupied his thoughtsfor a long time; and he even suspected him of having engaged himself tothe Versailles tractor for the very purpose of exeg it. Theyouth was tormented by this spirit of iion, which took possession ofall his thoughts, and, while devoting his mind to study, he had no timeto listen to his feelings.
Michael told me all this with a mixed feeling of pride aion. Isaw he roud of the son he was abusing, and that his very pride madehim more sensitive to that sons .
Six oclock P.M.--I have just finished a happy day. How mas havehappened within a few hours, and what a ge fenevieve and Michael!
He had jus<var>藏书网</var>t finished fixing the shelves, and telling me of his son, whileI laid the cloth for my breakfast.
Suddenly we heard hurried steps in the passage, the door opened, andGenevieve entered with Robert.
The jave a start of joyful surprise, but he repressed itimmediately, as if he wished to keep up the appearance of displeasure.
The young man did not appear to notice it, but threw himself into hisarms in an opeed manner, which surprised me. Genevieve, whoseface shoh happiness, seemed to wish to speak, and to restrainherself with difficulty.
I told Robert I was glad to see him, and he answered me with ease andcivility.
"I expected you yesterday," said Michael Arout, rather dryly.
"Five me, father," replied the young workman, "but I had business atSt. Ger<bdi>９９lib?</bdi>mains. I was not able to e back till it was very late, ahe master kept me."
The joiner looked at his son sidewise, and then took up his hammer again.
"All right," muttered he, in a grumbling tone; "when we are with otherpeople we must do as they wish; but there are some who would like betterto eat brown bread with their own khan partridges with the silverfork of a master."
"And I am one of those, father," replied Robert, merrily, "but, as theproverb says, "you must shell the peas before you eat them." It wasnecessary that I should first work in a great workshop--"
"To go on with your plan of the staircase," interrupted Michael,ironically.
"You must now say Monsieur Raymonds plan, father," replied Robert,smiling.
"Why?"
"Because I have sold it to him."
The joiner, who laning a board, turned round quickly.
"Sold it!" cried he, with sparkling eyes.
"For the reason that I was not riough to give it him."
Michael threw down the board and tool.
"There he is again!" resumed he, angrily; "his good genius puts ao his head which would have made him known, and he goes and sells itto a rich man, who will take the honor of it himself."
"Well, what harm is there done?" asked Genevieve.
"What harm!" cried the joiner, in a passion. "You uand nothingabout it--you are a woman; but he--he knows well that a true workmannever gives up his own iions for money, no more than a soldier wouldgive up his cross. That is his glory; he is bound to keep it for thehonor it does him! Ah, thunder! if I had ever made a discovery, ratherthan put it up at au I would have sold one of my eyes! Dont yousee that a new iion is like a child to a workmaakes care ofit, he brings it up, he makes a way for it in the world, and it is only apoor creature who sells it."
Robert colored a little.
"You will think differently, father," said he, "when you know why I soldmy plan."
"Yes, and you will thank him for it," added Genevieve, who could nolonger keep silence.
"Never !" replied Michael.
"But, wretched man!" cried she, "he sold it only for our sakes!"
The joiner looked at his wife and son with astonishment. It wasnecessary to e to an explanation. The latter related how he hadentered into a iation with Master Benoit, who had positively refusedto sell his business unless one half of the two thousand francs werefirst paid down. It was in the hopes of obtaining this sum that he hadgoo work with the tractor at Versailles; he had had an opportunity his iion, and of finding a purchaser. Thanks to the moneyhe received for it, he had just cluded the bargain with Benoit, andhad brought his father the key of the new work-yard.
This explanation was given by the young workman with so much modesty andsimplicity that I was quite affected by it. Genevieve cried; Michaelpressed his son to his heart, and in a long embrace he seemed to ask hispardon for having unjustly accused him.
All was now explained with honor to Robert. The duct which hisparents had ascribed to indifference really sprang from affe; he hadher obeyed the voibition nor of avarior even the noblerinspiration of iive genius: his whole motive and single aim had beenthe happiness of Genevieve and Michael. The day for proving hisgratitude had e, and he had returhem sacrifice for sacrifice!
After the explanations and exclamations of joy were over, all three wereabout to leave me; but, the cloth being laid, I added three more places,ahem to breakfast.
The meal rolohe fare was only tolerable; but the over-flowings of affeade it delicious. Never had I better uoodthe unspeakable charm of family love. What calm enjoyment in thathappiness which is always shared with others; in that unity ofis whiites such various feelings; in that associatioences whis one single being of so many! What is man withoutthose home affes, which, like so many roots, fix him firmly ih, a him to imbibe all the juices of life? Energy,happiness--do not all these e from them? Without family life wherewould man learn to love, to associate, to deny himself? A unity inlittle, is it not this which teaches us how to live in the great one?
Such is the holiness of home, that, to express our relation with God, wehave been obliged to borrow the words ied for our family life. Menhave hemselves the sons of a heavenly Father!
Ah! let us carefully preserve these s of domestiion. Do us unbind the human sheaf, and scatter its ears to all the capricesof d of the winds; but let us rather enlarge this holy law; letus carry the principles and the habits of home beyo bounds; and,if it may be, let us realize the prayer of the Apostle of the Gentileswhen he exclaimed to the newborn children of Christ: "Be ye like-minded,having the same love, being of one accord, of one mind."
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