Chapter 10 CHAPTER IX

This morning, while I was arranging my books, Mother Genevieve came in, and brought me the basket of fruit I buy of her every Sunday. For then nearly twenty years that I have lived in this quarter, I have dealt in her little fruit-shop. Perhaps I should be better served elsewhere, but Mother Genevieve has but little custom; to leave her would do her harm, and cause her unnecessary pain. It seems to me that the length of our acquaintance has made me incur a sort of tacit obligation to her; my patronage has become her property. She has put the basket upon my table, and as I want her husband, who is ajoiner, to add some shelves to my bookcase, she has gone downstairs again immediately 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 as usual. Can Mother Genevieve be in trouble about anything? Poor woman! All her best years were subject to such bitter trials, that she might think she had received her full share already. Were I to live a hundred years, I should never forget the circumstances which made her known to me, and which obtained for her my respect. It was at the time of my first settling in the faubourg. I had noticed her empty fruit-shop, which nobody came into, and, being attracted by its forsaken appearance, I made my little purchases in it. I have always instinctively preferred the poor shops; there is less choice in them, butit seems to me that my purchase is a sign of sympathy with a brother inpoverty. These little deals are almost always an anchor of hope to those whose very existence is in peril--the only means by which someorphan gains a livelihood. There the aim of the tradesman is not to enrich himself, but to live! The purchase you make of him is more than an exchange--it is a good action.

Mother Genevieve at that time was still young, but had already lost that fresh bloom of youth which suffering causes to wither so soon among the poor. Her husband, a clever joiner, gradually left off working to become, according to the picturesque expression of the workshops, aworship of Saint Monday. The wages of the week, which was always reduced to two or three working days, were completely dedicated by him to the worship of this god of the Barriers,--[The cheap wine shops are outside the Barriers, to avoid the octroi, or municipal excise.]--and Genevieve was obliged herself to provide for all the wants of the household.

One evening, when I went to make some trifling purchases of her, I heard a sound of quarrelling in the back shop. There were the voices of several women, among which I distinguished that of Genevieve, broken bysobs. fruit-woman holding a childin her arms, and kissing it, while a country nurse seemed to be claiming her wages from her. The poor woman, who without doubt had exhausted every explanation and every excuse, was crying in silence, and one of herneighbors was trying in vain to appease the countrywoman. Excited by that love of money which the evils of a hard peasant life but too wellexcuse, and disappointed by the refusal of her expected wages, the nurse was launching forth in recriminations, threats, and abuse. In spite of myself, I listened to the quarrel, not daring to interfere, and not thinking of going away, when Michael Arout appeared at the shop-door.

The joiner had just come from the Barriers, where he had passed part of the day at a public-house. His blouse, without a belt, and untied at the throat, showed none of the noble stains of work: in his hand he held his cap, 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 the sight of the miserable man, who was trying in vain to steady himself, shepressed the child in her arms, and bent over it with tears.

The countrywoman and the neighbor had followed her. "Come! come!" cried the former in a rage, "do you intend to pay me, after all?" "Ask the master for the money," ironically answered the woman from the next door, pointing to the joiner, who had just fallen against the counter. The countrywoman looked at him. "Ah! he is the father," returned she. "Well, what idle beggars! not to have a penny to pay honest people; and get tipsy with wine in that way." The drunkard raised his head. "What! what!" stammered he; "who is it that talks of wine? I've had nothing but brandy! But I am going back again to get some wine! Wife, give me your money; there are some friends waiting for me at the Perela Tuille."

Genevieve did not answer: he went round the counter, opened the till, and began to rummage in it. "You see where the money of the house goes!" observed the neighbor to the countrywoman; "how can the poor unhappy woman pay you when he takes all?" "Is that my fault?" replied the nurse, angrily. "They owe to me, and somehow or other they must pay me!" And letting loose her tongue, as these women out of the country do, shebegan relating at length all the care she had taken of the child, and all the expense it had been to her. In proportion as she recalled all she had done, her words seemed to convince her more than ever of her rights, and to increase her anger. The poor mother, who no doubt feared that herviolence would frighten the child, returned into the back shop, and put it into its cradle.

Whether it is that the countrywoman saw in this act a determination to escape her claims, or that she was blinded by passion, I cannot say; but she rushed into the next room, where I heard the sounds of quarrelling, with which the cries of the child were soon mingled. The joiner, who was still rummaging in the till, was startled, and raised his head. At the same moment Genevieve appeared at the door, holding in her arms the baby that the countrywoman was trying to tear from her. She rantoward the counter, and throwing herself behind her husband, cried: "Michael, defend your son!"

The drunk 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 over his features. "Robert," resumed he; "it is Robert!" He tried to steadily himself on his feet, that he might take the baby, but the tottered. The nurse approached him in a rage. "My money, or I shall take the child away!" cried she. "It is I who have fed and brought it up: if you dont pay me for what has made it live, 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 Robert against her bosom. "Take it to the Foundling!" replied the countrywoman, harshly; "the hospital is a better mother than you are, for it pays for the food of its little ones." At the word "Foundling," Genevieve had exclaimed aloud in horror. With her arms wound round her son, whose head she hid in her bosom, and her two hands spread over him, she had retreated to the wall, and remained with her back against it, like a lioness defending her young. Theneighbor and I contemplated this scene, without knowing how we could interfere. As for Michael, he looked at us by turns, making a visible effort to comprehend it all. When his eye rested upon Genevieve and the child, it lit up with a gleam of pleasure; but when he turned toward us, he again became stupid and hesitant.

At last, apparently making a prodigious effort, he cried out, "Wait!" And going to a tub filled with water, he plunged his face into it several times. Every eye was turned upon him; the countrywoman herself seemed dastonished. At length he raised his dripping head. This ablution hadpartly dispelled his drunkenness; "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 reluctance, and stayed before him with her arms extended, as if she feared the child would have a fall. The nurse began again in her turn to speak, and renewed herclaims, this time threatening to appeal to law. At first Michael listened to her attentively, and when he comprehended her meaning, hegave the child back to its mother. "How much do we owe you?" asked him. The countrywoman began to reckon up the different expenses, which mounted to nearly thirty francs. The joiner felt to the bottom of hispockets, but could find nothing. His forehead became contracted by frowns; 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 this is not I who will drink it, but the young one. Ah! ah! ah! go and sellit 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! They shall not say you have been disgraced on account 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, and let the 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 affirm step to his cradle. It was easy to perceive the change which took place in Michael from this day. He cut all his old drinking acquaintances. He went early every morning to his work, and returned regularly in the evening to finish the day with Genevieve and Robert. leave them at all, and he hired a place near the fruit-shop, and worked in it on his own account. They would soon have been able to live in comfort, had it not been for the expenses which the child required. Everything was given up to hiseducation. He had gone through the regular school training, had studied mathematics, drawing, and the carpenters trade, and had only began to work a few months ago. Till now, they had been exhausting every resource which their laborious industry could provide to push him forward in his business; 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 remembrances to my mind, Michael had come in, and was occupied in fixing shelves where they were wanted. During the time I was writing the notes of my journal, I was also scrutinizing the joiner. The excesses of his youth and the labor of his manhood have deeply marked his 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. of sorrow and despondency. He answers my questions by monosyllables, and like a man who wishes to avoid conversation. Whence comes this rejection, 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 has forgotten. 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 idle or dismissed; 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 their lives once more; his mother counted the days, his father prepared everything to receive their dear associate in their toils; and at the moment when they were thus about to be repaid for all their sacrifices ,Robert had suddenly informed them that he had just engaged himself to contractor at Versailles. Every remonstrance and every prayer were useless; he brought forward the necessity of initiating himself into all the details of an important contract, the facilities he should have in his new position of improving himself in his trade, and the hopes he had of turning his knowledge Atvantage. , last, when his mother, having come to the end of her arguments, began to cry, he hastily kissed her, and went away that hemight avoid any further remonstrances. He had been absent a year, and there was nothing to give them hopes of his return. His parents hardly saw him once a month, and then he only stayed 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 has given me an ambitious and avaricious one! I had always said to myself that when once he was grown up we should have him always with us, torecall our youth and to enliven our hearts. His mother was always thinking of getting him married, and having children again to care for. You know women always will busy themselves about others. As for me, I thought of him working near my bench, and singing his new songs; for he has learned music, and is one of the best singers at the Orpheon. A dream, sir, truly! Directly the bird was fledged, he took to flight, and remembers neither father nor mother. Yesterday, for instance, wasthe day we expected him; either! He has had some plan to finish, or some bargain to arrange, and his old parents are put down last in the accounts, after the customers and the joiners work. Ah! if I could have guessed how it would have turned out! have sacrificed my likings and my money, for nearly twenty years, to the education of a thankless son! Was it for this I took the trouble to cure myself of drinking, to break with my friends, to become an example to the neighborhood? has made a goose of himself. Oh! if I had to begin again! No,no! you see women and children are our bane. They soften our hearts;they lead us a life of hope and affection; lives in fostering the growth of a grain of corn which is to be everything tous in our old age, and wh en the harvest-time comes--good-night, the earis empty!" While he was speaking, Michaels voice became hoarse, his eyes fierce, and his lips quivered. I wished to answer him, but I could only think of commonplace consolidations, and I remained silent. The joiner pretended heneeded a tool, and left me. Poor father! Ah! I know those moments of temptation when virtue has failed 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 once, the mournful exclamation of Brutus ? But if virtue is only a word, what is there then in life that is true and real? No, I will not believe that goodness is in vain! It does not always give the happiness we had hoped for, but it brings some other. In the world everything is ruled by order, and has its proper and necessary consequences, and virtue cannot be the sole exception to the general law. If it had been prejudice to those who practiced it, experience would have avenged them; Contrary, made it more universal and more holy. We only accuse it of being afaithless debtor because we demand an immediate payment, and one apparent to our senses. We always consider life as a fairytale, in which every good action must be rewarded by a visible wonder . We do not accept aspayment a peaceful conscience, self-content, or a good name among men--treasures that are more precious than any other, but the value of which we do not feel till after we have lost them! Michael is come back, and has returned to his work. His son has not yet arrived. By telling me of his hopes and his grievous disappointments, he became excited; he unexpectedly went over again the same subject, always adding something to his griefs. , and work to good account with Roberts help. The present owner had made a fortune by it, and, after thirty years of business, he was thinking of retiring to one of the ornamental cottages in the outskirts of the city, a usual retreat for the frugal and successful workingman. Michael had not indeed the two thousand francs which must be paid down; but perhaps she could have persuaded Master Benoit to wait. Roberts presence would have been a security for him, for the young man could not fail to insure the prosperity of a workshop; science and skill, he had the power of invention and bringing to perfection. His father had discovered amonghis drawings a new plan for a staircase, which had occupied his thoughts for a lon g time; and he even suspected him of having engaged himself to the Versailles contractor for the very purpose of executing it. The youth was tormented by this spirit of invention, which took possession of all his thoughts, and, while devoting his mind to study, he had no time to listen to his feelings. Michael told me all this with a mixed feeling of pride and vexation. Isaw he was proud of the son he was abusing, and that his very pride made him more sensitive to that sons neglect. Six oclock PM--I have just finished a happy day. How many events have happened within a few hours, and what a change for Genevieve and Michael! He had just finished fixing the shelves, and telling me of his son, while I laid the cloth for my breakfast. Suddenly we heard hurried steps in the passage, the door opened, and Genevieve entered with Robert. The joiner gave a start of joyful surprise, but he repressed immediately, as if he wished to keep up the appearance of distress. The young man did not appear to notice it, but threw himself into his arms in an open-hearted manner, which surprised me. Genevieve, whoseface shone with happiness, seemed to wish to speak, and to restrain herself with difficulty. I told Robert I was glad to see him, and he answered me with ease and civility. "I expected you yesterday," said Michael Arout, rather dryly. "Forgive me, father," replied the young workman, "but I had business at St. Germains. I was not able to come back till it was very late, and then the 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 other people we must do as they wish; but there are some who would like better to eat brown bread with their own knife than partridges with the silverfork of a master. " "And I am one of those, father," replied Robert, merrily, "but, as the proverb says, "you must shell the peas before you can eat them." It wasn't necessary 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 was planning a board, turned round quickly. "Sold it!" cried he, with sparkling eyes. "For the reason that I was not rich enough to give it him." Michael threw down the board and tool. "There he is again!" resumed he, angrily; "his good genius puts an idea into his head which would have made him known, and he goes and sells it to 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 understand nothing about it--you are a woman; but he--he knows well that a true workman never gives up his own inventions for money, no more than a soldier would give up his cross. That is his glory; he is bound to keep it for the honor it does him! Ah, thunder! if I had ever made a discovery, rather than put it up at auction I would have sold one of my eyes! that a new invention is like a child to a workman? He takes care of it, he brings it up, he makes a way for it in the world, and it is only a poor creature who sells it." Robert colored a little. "You will think differently, father," said he, "when you know why I sold my plan." "Yes, and you will thank him for it," added Genevieve, who could no longer 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 was necessary to come to an explanation. The latter related how he hadentered into a negotiation with Master Benoit, who had positively refused to sell his business unless one half of the two thousand francs were first paid . It was in the hopes of obtaining this sum that he had gone to work with the contractor at Versailles; he had had an opportunity of trying his invention, and of finding a purchaser. Thanks to the money he received for it, he had just concluded the bargain with Benoit, and had brought his father the key of the new work-yard. This explanation was given by the young workman with so much modesty and simplicity that I was quite affected by it. Genevieve cried; Michael pressed his son to his heart, and in a long embrace he seemed to ask his pardon for having unjustly accused him. All was now explained with honor to Robert. The conduct which his parents had ascribed to indifference really sprang from affection; he had neither obeyed the voice of ambition nor of avarice, nor even the nobler inspiration of inventive genius: his whole motive and single aim hadessenthe happ of Genevieve and Michael. The day for proving his gratitude had come, and he had returned them sacrifice for sacrifice! After the explanations and exclamations of joy were over, all three were about to leave me; but, the cloth being laid, I added three more places, and kept them to breakfast. The meal was prolonged: the fare was only tolerable; but the over-flowings of affection made it delicious. Never had I better understood the unspeakable charm of family love. What calm enjoyment in that happiness which is always shared with others; units such various feelings; in that association of existences which forms one single being of so many! What is man without those home affections, which, like so many roots, fix him firmly in the earth, and permit him to imbibe all the juices of life? ,happiness--do not all these come from them? Without family life where would man learn to love, to associate, to deny himself? A community 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, we have been obliged to borrow the words invented for our family life. Men have named themselves the sons of a heavenly Father! Ah! let us carefully preserve these chains of domestic union. Do notlet us unbind the human sheaf, and scatter its ears to all the caprices of chance and of the winds; of home beyond set bounds; and, if it may be, let us realize the prayer of the Apostle of the Gentiles when he exclaimed to the newborn children of Christ: "Be ye like-minded, having the same love, being of one accord, of one mind."