The Plébiscite; or, A Miller's Story of the War: By One of the 7,500,000 Who Voted "Yes"Erckmann-Chatrian
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The Plébiscite; or, A Miller's Story of the War: By One of the 7,500,000 Who Voted "Yes"
Erckmann-Chatrian
France -- History -- Third Republic, 1870-1940 -- Fiction
I had put some bran into the box; everything was carefully laid in the
bottom; and then I put on a padlock, and we went out, after having
looked to see if all was quiet in the neighborhood. The sluice was
already almost empty; there was only one or two feet of water. I
cleared away the few stones which kept the rest of the water from
running out, and went into it with my spade and pickaxe as far as just
beneath the dam, where I began to make a deep hole; the water was
hindering me, but it was flowing still.
Catherine, above, was keeping watch: sometimes she gave a low "Hush!"
Then we listened, but it was nothing--the mewing of a cat, the noise of
the running water--and I went on digging. If anyone had had the
misfortune to surprise us, I should have been capable of doing him a
mischief. Happily no one came; and about two o'clock in the morning
the hole was three or four feet deep. I let down the box, and laid it
down level, first stamping soil down upon it with my heavy shoes, then
gravel, then large stones, then sand; the mud would cover all over of
itself: there is always plenty of mud in a millstream.
After this I came out again covered with mud. I shut down the dam, and
the water began to rise. About three o'clock, at the dawn of day, the
sluice was almost full. I could have begun grinding again; and nobody
would ever have imagined that in this great whirling stream, nine feet
under water and three feet under ground, lay a snug little square box
of oak, clamped with iron, with a good padlock on it, and more than
four thousand livres inside. I chuckled inwardly, and said: "Now let
the rascals come!"
And Catherine was well pleased too. But about four, just as I was
going up to bed again, comes Gredel, pale with alarm, crying: "Where is
the money!"
She had seen the cupboard open and the basket empty. Never had she had
such a fright in her life before. Thinking that her marriage-portion
was gone, her ragged hair stood upon end; she was as pale as a sheet.
"Be quiet," I said, "the money is in a safe place."
"Where?"
"It is hidden."
"Where?"
She looked as if she was going to seize me by the collar, but her
mother said to her: "That is no business of yours."
Then she became furious, and said, that if we came to die, she would
not know where to find her marriage-portion.
This quarrelling annoyed me, and I said to her: "We are not going to
die; on the contrary, we shall live a long while yet, to prevent you
and your Jean Baptiste from inheriting our goods."
And thereupon I went to bed, leaving Gredel and her mother to come to a
settlement together.
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