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Cheri had carried his gun muzzle-doard He had stumbled,--he did not

kno He only knew that he had a ball lodged soht that his end was at hand Noith his head upon the

woht

"Oh, La Folle! La Folle! it hurt so bad! I can' stan' it, La Folle!"

"Don't cry, ly

as she covered the ground with long strides "La Folle goin' in"

She had reached the abandoned field As she crossed it with her precious

burden, she looked constantly and restlessly from side to side A

terrible fear was upon her,--the fear of the world beyond the bayou, the

morbid and insane dread she had been under since childhood

When she was at the bayou's edge she stood there, and shouted for help

as if a life depended upon it:--

"Oh, P'tit Maitre! P'tit Maitre! Venez donc! Au secours! Au secours!"

No voice responded Cheri's hot tears were scalding her neck She called

for each and every one upon the place, and still no answer came

She shouted, she wailed; but whether her voice remained unheard or

unheeded, no reply came to her frenzied cries And all the while Cheri