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Angelot A Story of the First Empire by Eleanor C. (Eleanor Catherine) Price

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ANGELOT A Story of the First Empire


Author of "The Heiress of the Forest"

NEW YORK Thomas Y. Crowell & Co. PUBLISHERS

Copyright, 1902, by THOMAS Y. CROWELL & CO.




I. In the Depths of Old France 1

II. How the Owls hooted in the Daytime 13

III. "Je suis le Général Bim Bam Boum!" 26

IV. How the Breakfast cooked for Those was eaten by These 41

V. How Angelot made an Enemy 59

VI. How La Belle Hélène took an Evening Walk 78

VII. The Sleep of Mademoiselle Moineau 95

VIII. How Monsieur Joseph met with Many Annoyances 112

IX. How Common Sense fought and triumphed 129

X. How Angelot refused what had not been offered 147

XI. How Monsieur Urbain smoked a Cigar 160

XII. How the Prefect's Dog snapped at the General 173

XIII. How Monsieur Simon showed himself a little too Clever 187

XIV. In which Three Words contain a Good Deal of Information 202

XV. How Henriette read History to Some Purpose 223

XVI. How Angelot played the Part of an Owl in an Ivy bush 242

XVII. How Two Soldiers came Home from Spain 266

XVIII. How Captain Georges paid a Visit of Ceremony 285

XIX. The Treading of the Grapes 299

XX. How Angelot climbed a Tree 309

XXI. How Monsieur Joseph found himself Master of the Situation 324

XXII. The Lighted Windows of Lancilly 340

XXIII. A Dance with General Ratoneau 353

XXIV. How Monsieur de Sainfoy found a Way Out 369

XXV. How the Curé acted against his Conscience 385

XXVI. How Angelot kept his Tryst 398

XXVII. How Monsieur Joseph went out into the Dawn 416

XXVIII. How General Ratoneau met his Match 437

XXIX. The Disappointment of Monsieur Urbain 456


A Story of the First Empire



"Drink, Monsieur Angelot," said the farmer.

His wife had brought a bottle of the sparkling white wine of the country, and two tall old treasures of cut glass. The wine slipped out in a merry foam. Angelot lifted his glass with a smile and bow to the mistress.

"The best wine in the country," he said as he set it down.

The hard lines of her face, so dark, so worn with perpetual grief and toil, softened suddenly as she looked at him, and the farmer from his solemn height broke into a laugh.

"Martin's wine," he said. "That was before they took him, the last boy. But it is still rather new, Monsieur Angelot, though you are so amiable. Ah, but it is the last good wine I shall ever have here at La Joubardière. I am growing old see my white hair I cannot work or make other men work as the boys did. Our vintage used to be one of the sights of the country I needn't tell you, for you know but now the vines don't get half the care and labour they did ten years ago; and they feel it, like children, they feel it. Still, there they remain, and give us what fruit they can but the real children, Monsieur Angelot, their life blood runs to waste in far away lands. It does not enrich France. Ah, the vines of Spain will grow the better for it, perhaps "

"Hush, hush, master!" muttered the wife, for the old man was not laughing now; his last words were half a sob, and tears ran suddenly down... Continue reading book >>

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