Original Short Stories — Volume 09 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 175 pages of information about Original Short Stories — Volume 09.

Original Short Stories — Volume 09 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 175 pages of information about Original Short Stories — Volume 09.

“You’ll get back home late for the stew, daddy.”

Then he set out on his way to the farmhouse.  A soft shadow, the warm shadow of a spring night, was slowly descending on the earth.

When he reached the front door he thought he saw through the window which was lighted up two persons in the house.  He stopped, much surprised, then he went in, and he saw Victor Lecoq seated at the table, with a plate filled with potatoes before him, taking his supper in the very same place where his son had sat.

And he turned round suddenly as if he wanted to go away.  The night was very dark now.  Celeste started up and shouted at him: 

“Come quick, daddy!  Here’s some good stew to finish off the assembly with.”

He complied through inertia and sat down, watching in turn the man, the woman and the child.  Then he began to eat quietly as on ordinary days.

Victor Lecoq seemed quite at home, talked from time to time to Celeste, took up the child in his lap and kissed him.  And Celeste again served him with food, poured out drink for him and appeared happy while speaking to him.  Old Amable’s eyes followed them attentively, though he could not hear what they were saying.

When he had finished supper (and he had scarcely eaten anything, there was such a weight at his heart) he rose up, and instead of ascending to his loft as he did every night he opened the gate of the yard and went out into the open air.

When he had gone, Celeste, a little uneasy, asked: 

“What is he going to do?”

Victor replied in an indifferent tone: 

“Don’t bother yourself.  He’ll come back when he’s tired.”

Then she saw after the house, washed the plates and wiped the table, while the man quietly took off his clothes.  Then he slipped into the dark and hollow bed in which she had slept with Cesaire.

The yard gate opened and old Amable again appeared.  As soon as he entered the house he looked round on every side with the air of an old dog on the scent.  He was in search of Victor Lecoq.  As he did not see him, he took the candle off the table and approached the dark niche in which his son had died.  In the interior of it he perceived the man lying under the bed clothes and already asleep.  Then the deaf man noiselessly turned round, put back the candle and went out into the yard.

Celeste had finished her work.  She put her son into his bed, arranged everything and waited for her father-in-law’s return before lying down herself.

She remained sitting on a chair, without moving her hands and with her eyes fixed on vacancy.

As he did not come back, she murmured in a tone of impatience and annoyance: 

“This good-for-nothing old man will make us burn four sous’ worth of candles.”

Victor answered from under the bed clothes: 

“It’s over an hour since he went out.  We ought to see whether he fell asleep on the bench outside the door.”

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