Happy Days for Boys and Girls Part 72

"And mademoiselle believes that she is entirely cured?"

"Certainly, Jacques. Only think, I was worse than you are! Stop, Jacques! I do really believe that _you_ would be cured if you would go with me, and take lessons in gymnastics at the house of Colonel Amoros."

"I am too poor to do that, mademoiselle. Somebody told my mother that these academies of gymnas--gym--I don't know what--are very expensive; and besides that, what good would they do me? for my uncle says I shall not live long."

"Perhaps your uncle does not know any better than our doctor. But really, Jacques, have you not seen sometimes old people crooked and deformed? They have lived long, perhaps, those same old people."

"But it is not at all likely that they were obliged to earn their living, mademoiselle."

[Ill.u.s.tration: THE LITTLE CRIPPLE BOY.]

"Poor Jacques!" exclaimed Emilie, in a tone of compa.s.sion. "You listen to me. When I am married, and have lots of money, I promise you that it will give me pleasure to make any sacrifice to pay for your being cured."

"Ah, I shall be too old then, or dead--who knows?"

"What can be done?" she exclaimed, tapping the toe of her boot on the ground with an air of vexation.

Then seeing an elderly lady come into the court, she ran to meet her, exclaiming,--

"My dear friend, allow Jacques to go with us to the Amoros gymnasium.

You gave me one ticket. Say, will you give me two?"

"It is impossible, mademoiselle. I cannot give away your tickets without leave from your father."

"Leave from my father, who is not here!" cried Emilie. "He is in Martinique. Before we could get an answer--O, dear! O, dear!"

"Do not distress yourself so, my child," said the governess. "I have heard that they receive free pupils in the gymnasium conducted by M.

Amoros. For many years they have taken those unfortunate children who are unable to pay the price of subscription. It is very generous and kind in Colonel Amoros, for it must be very expensive to support an establishment of this kind in the city."

"It is very good in the colonel; but then I want to pay for Jacques, because if every one went without paying, the school would soon come to an end."

"But what money have you to pay with?"

"Ah, you shall see, my kind friend.--Jacques," she added, turning to the poor boy, whose pale and suffering face expressed all the interest he took in this conversation,--"Jacques, you must come with me to the gymnasium."

"Never, for I cannot walk so far as that, mademoiselle," said Jacques, sadly.

"But you must ride in my carriage."

"Just think of that, mademoiselle! No, I am too poorly clothed," said the poor son of the slater, glancing at his worn-out vest and at his green trousers patched with gray.

"Haven't you any Sunday clothes?"

"Yes, mademoiselle, but they are very little better."

"They must be cleaner, certainly. Go and put them on. Hurry!"

Jacques obeyed. A few moments later, he came down, looking a little better dressed; but it was owing to the careful hands of a good workwoman, and not to the quality of the cloth which made his garments.

Emilie was obliged to use all her authority before the servants would allow the little peasant to enter the coach. At last she placed him on the seat before her, and he was much more astonished than delighted at finding himself run away with by a pair of frisky young horses.

In a street named Jean-Goujon you can see a large white building, of a very elegant style of architecture. On the front of it was printed, in large letters, the words GYMNASE CIVIL ORTHOSOMATIQUE, and other inscriptions to explain the object of the edifice.

In 1815 Colonel Amoros made the first effort to introduce gymnastics into France. Messrs. Jomard and Julien not only seconded him fully, but insisted on the importance of these exercises, not alone for physical development, but for moral and intellectual strength.

Colonel Amoros was of Spanish origin, and became distinguished in the Spanish army. He formed two companies of Zouaves, and achieved the most daring exploits with them in Europe and Africa. Then he became private secretary to King Charles IV. He formed a large gymnasium in Madrid, which was destroyed in the war of 1808. But in devoting, his life to the physical training of children in Paris, Colonel Amoros performed the greatest service to humanity. Though societies decorated him with medals, and France gave him funds for his military gymnasium, he will find in grateful hearts his best reward.

But let us return to little Emilie, when the coach stopped at the gymnasium.

The exercises had not begun. The professors, who were all young and active men, wore the same dress--a white vest and trousers, with a tri-colored belt, and a little blue cap on the head. They only waited for a signal to begin, as they stood in groups in the centre of the court. Very soon a middle-aged gentleman appeared among them. Though he was no longer young, he was still strong and active, and seemed to have a powerful const.i.tution. He wore a blue coat, and a decoration at his b.u.t.ton-hole, which was given as a token of bravery. He wore a cap upon his head.

He came forward to speak to Emilie, and his eye fell upon poor Jacques, who was overcome with emotion at seeing a school where children who had been lame from weakness found the use of their limbs on recovering their health.

Before the colonel had time to ask who this boy was,--for he knew Jacques was not one of his scholars,--Emilie seized his hand, and with the coaxing voice that children know how to use so well when they want to ask a favor, she said,--

"I can walk without crutches now, colonel."

"I am rejoiced to hear it, my child. You ought to be able to do so."

"And I have grown almost an inch in six months. O, I am so much obliged to you, colonel!"

"You mean to my gymnasium, my dear child."

"No, to you, colonel, to you. For really I was much worse than Jacques is, and to-day I am better than he is."

"Who is Jacques?"

"This boy that you see here," said Emilie, taking the hand of Jacques, who was hiding behind her, and making him come forward before the colonel. "He is the son of a slater. His father is dead. He fell from a roof. Poor man! His mother is very miserable, for she has another child to take care of; so you see yourself, colonel, it is quite necessary that he should be able to stand alone."

All the time that M. Amoros was examining Jacques, rolling up the sleeves of his jacket to see his arms, turning up his trousers to look at his legs, feeling his spine, and making him stretch out his limbs, Emilie continued, with a coaxing voice,--

"If you are willing, Colonel Amoros, we can make an arrangement. O, you must not refuse me, I beg of you!"

"What?" said the kind man, continuing his examination.

"This boy is very poor--very, very poor. If he is not cured, he will never be able to get his living. He has a mother and sister to support; and see, colonel, I am very sure my poor Jacques will die soon."

"Will you hold your tongue, you little simpleton?" said the colonel, suddenly turning round at the word "die."

"He will die soon if you don't take pity on him, dear Colonel Amoros,"

added the little girl, clasping her small hands eagerly before the colonel, who was too much engaged in examining poor Jacques, and considering the best way to cure him, to pay much attention to Emilie's words.

"Please let Jacques take part in the exercises, and I will pay you out of my savings; or if you are willing to wait, I will pay it when I am married. And besides that, I will write to my father, and tell him to let me come and take lessons here after I am entirely cured."

The colonel could not restrain his mirth at the idea of Emilie wis.h.i.+ng to pay him for a kind action, which his generous heart prompted him to do without any persuasion.

"It does not require so much eloquence to urge me to do a kindness, my little friend," he replied. "Do you think I don't enjoy my practice? I will receive your protege with pleasure, if he will promise to obey my orders, and if he will resemble his protectress in the love of doing good."