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over, father?" said Catherine.

      "Good actions do not want any thought," replied the farmer. "The doctor bade me have the book read and the good principles sown. The book shall be read and the principles scattered."

      "But we can go to church?" ventured the maid timidly.

      "Mother and you can go to the pew, yes: but we men have better to do. Come alone, Pitou, my man."

      Pitou bowed to the ladies as well as the tight coat allowed and followed the farmer, proud to be called a man.

      The gathering in the barn was numerous. Billet was highly esteemed by his hired men and they did not mind his roaring at them as long as he boarded and lodged them bounteously. So they had all hastened to come at his invitation.

      Besides, at this period, the strange fever ran through France felt when a nation is going to go to work. New and strange words were current in mouths never pronouncing them. Freedom, Independence, emancipation, were heard not only among the lower classes but from the nobility in the first place, so that the popular voice was but their echo.

      From the West came the light which illumined before it burnt. The sun rose in the Great Republic of America which was to be in its round a vast conflagration for France by the beams of which frightened nations were to see "Freedom" inscribed in letters of blood.

      So political meetings were less rare than might be supposed. Apostles of an unknown deity sprang up from heaven knows where, and went from town to town, disseminating words of hope. Those at the head of the government found certain wheels clogged without understanding where the hindrance lay. Opposition was in all minds before it appeared in hands and limbs, but it was present, sensible, and the more menacing as it was intangible like a spectre and could be premised before it was grappled with.

      Twenty and more farmers, field hands, and neighbors of Billet were in the barn.

      When their friend walked in with Pitou, all heads were uncovered and all hats waved at arms-length. It was plain that these men were willing to die at the master's call.

      The farmer explained that the book was by Dr. Gilbert which the young man was about to read out. The doctor was well-known in the district where he owned much land, while Billet was his principal tenant.

      A cask was ready for the reader, who scrambled upon it, and began his task.

      Common folks, I may almost say, people in general, listen with the most attention to words they do not clearly understand. The full sense of the pamphlet escaped the keenest wits here, and Billet's as well. But in the midst of the cloudy phrases shone the words Freedom, Independence and Equality like lightnings in the dark, and that was enough for the applause to break forth:

      "Hurrah for Dr. Gilbert!" was shouted.

      When the book was read a third through, it was resolved to have the rest in two more sessions, next time on the Sunday coming, when all hands promised to attend.

      Pitou had read very well: nothing succeeds like success. He took his share in the cheers for the language, and Billet himself felt some respect arise for the dismissed pupil of Father Fortier.

      One thing was lacking to Ange, that Catherine had not witnessed his oratorical triumph.

      But Billet hastened to impart his pleasure to his wife and daughter. Mother Billet said nothing, being a woman of narrow mind.

      "I am afraid you will get into trouble," sighed Catherine, smiling sadly.

      "Pshaw, playing the bird of ill-omen again. Let me tell you that I like larks better than owls."

      "Father, I had warning that you were looked upon suspiciously."

      "Who said so?"

      "A friend."

      "Advice ought to be thanked. Tell me the friend's name?"

      "He ought to be well informed, as it is Viscount Isidor Charny."

      "What makes that scented dandy meddle with such matters? Does he give me advice on the way I should think? Do I suggest how he should cut his coat? It seems to me that it would be only tarring him with the same brush."

      "I am not telling you this to vex you, father: but the advice is given with good intention."

      "I will give him a piece, and you can transmit it with my compliments. Let him and his upper class look to themselves. The National Assembly is going to give them a shaking up; and the question will be roughly handled of the royal pets and favorites. Warning to his brother George, the Count of Charny, who is one of the gang, and on very close terms with the Austrian leech."

      "Father, you have more experience than we, and you can act as you please," returned the girl.

      "Indeed," said Pitou in a low voice, "why does this Charny fop shove in his oar anyhow?" for he was filled with arrogance from his success.

      Catherine did not hear, or pretended not, and the subject dropped.

      Pitou thought the dinner lasted a long time as he was in a hurry to go off with Catherine and show his finery at the rustic ball. Catherine looked charming. She was a pretty, black-eyed but fair girl, slender and flexible as the willows shading the farm spring. She had tricked herself out with the natural daintiness setting off all her advantages, and the little cap she had made for herself suited her wonderfully.

      Almost the first of the stray gentlemen who condescended to patronize the popular amusement was a young man whom Pitou guessed to be Isidor Charny.

      He was a handsome young blade of twenty-three or so, graceful in every movement like those brought up in aristocratic education from the cradle. Besides, he was one of those who wear dress to the best harmony.

      On seeing his hands and feet, Pitou began to be less proud over Nature's prodigality towards him in these respects. He looked down at his legs with the eye of the stag in the fable. He sighed when Catherine wished to know why he was so glum.

      But honest Pitou, after being forced to own the superiority of Charny as a beauty, had to do so as a dancer.

      Dancing was part of the training, then: Lauzum owed his fortune at court to his skill in a curranto in the royal quadrille. More than one other nobleman had won his way by the manner of treading a measure and arching the instep.

      The viscount was a model of grace and perfection.

      "Lord 'a' mercy," sighed Pitou when Catherine returned to him; "I shall never dare to dance with you after seeing Lord Charny at it."

      Catherine did not answer as she was too good to tell a lie; she stared at the speaker for he was suddenly becoming a man: he could feel jealousy.

      She danced three or four times yet, and after another round with Isidor Charny, she asked to be taken home; that was all she had come for, one might guess.

      "What ails you?" she asked as her companion kept quiet; "why do you not speak to me?"

      "Because I cannot talk like Viscount Charny," was the other's reply. "What can I say after all the fine things he spoke during the dances?"

      "You are unfair, Ange; for we were talking about you. If your guardian does not turn up, we must find you a patron."

      "Am I not good enough to keep the farm books?" sighed Pitou.

      "On the contrary, with the education you have received you are fitted for something better."

      "I do not know what I am coming to, but I do not want to owe it to Viscount Charny."

      "Why refuse his protection? His brother the Count, is, they say, particularly in favor at the court, and he married a bosom friend of the Queen Marie Antoinette. Lord Isidor tells me that he will get you a place in the custom-house, if you like."

      "Much obliged, but as I have already told you, I am content to stay as I am, if your father does not send me away."

      "Why the devil should I," broke in a rough voice which Catherine started to recognize as her father's.

      "Not a word about Lord Isidor," whispered she to Pitou.

      "I – I hardly know – I kind o' feared I was not smart enough, stammered Ange.

      "When

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