LOUIS DUVAL.
 the discontented crowd had become larger and more
 restless.
 It was about noon, on this day, that a man of
 middle age, in a working dress, and looking careworn
 and sad, silently passing through these groups of rest-
 less loungers, was recognized by one of the noisiest
 of the talkers among the men, and addressed by the
 name of Henry-Henry Duval.
 What brings you here, Henry ?" said he.
 I am seeking for work, my friend," replied Henry,
 in a melancholy tone.
 Henry was answered by a hollow mocking laugh
 from those who heard him.
 "Work!" said his acquaintance or friend, "are
 you so simple as to suppose workmen are wanted in
 Paris ? Look around you."
 "I see enough indeed to make my heart ache,"
 replied Henry, and almost enough to cause me to give
 up my quest in sorrow and despair; but I do not suffer
 alone; and for their sakes who suffer with me, I must
 see what perseverance will do. Adieu, my friends."
 In another minute Henry Duval had turned the
 corner of the street, and was out of sight.
 So it always is," said the man who had spoken to
 Henry: "if Duval can get work, and earn but enough
 to keep his mother and son from starving, little
 enough will he care for the rest of Paris. I am sorry,
 too, that he is like the rest of us. We worked
 together once, and he is a good-natured fellow, and
 clever too; but for all that, he might as well have
 stayed at home. Work he continued in a. scornful
 and vehement tone, ay, ay, there will be work enough
 for us all soon."
 Why did you not get him to join us ?" whispered
a dark-looking man at the orator's elbow.