SIMON'S PAPA
NOON had just struck. The school-door opened and the youngsters streamed out tumbling over one another in their haste to
get out quickly. But instead of promptly dispersing and going home to dinner as was their daily wont, they stopped a few
paces off, broke up into knots and set to whispering.
The fact was that that morning Simon, the son of La Blanchotte, had, for the first time, attended school.
They had all of them in their families heard of La Blanchotte; and although in public she was welcome enough, the
mothers among themselves treated her with compassion of a some what disdainful kind, which the children had caught
without in the least knowing why.
As for Simon himself, they did not know him, for he never went abroad, and did not play around with them through the
streets of the village or along the banks of the river. So they loved him but little; and it was with a certain delight, mingled
with astonishment,
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that they gathered in groups this morning, repeating to each other this sentence, concocted by a lad of fourteen or fifteen
who appeared to know all about it, so sagaciously did he wink: ``You know Simon -- well, he has no papa.La Blanchotte's son appeared in his turn upon the threshold of the school.
He was seven or eight years old, rather pale, very neat, with a timid and almost awkward manner.
He was making his way back to his mother's house when the various groups of his schoolfellows, perpetually whispering,
and watching him with the mischievous and heartless eyes of children bent upon playing a nasty trick, gradually
surrounded him and ended by inclosing him altogether. There he stood amid them, surprised and embarrassed, not
understanding what they were going to do with him. But the lad who had brought the news, puffed up with the success he
had met with, demanded:
``What do you call yourself?He answered: ``Simon.Simon what?retorted the other.
The child, altogether bewildered, repeated: ``Simon.The lad shouted at him: ``You must be named Simon something! That is not a name -- Simon indeed!And he, on the brink of tears, replied for the third time:
``I am named Simon.The urchins began laughing. The lad triumphantly lifted up his voice: ``You can see plainly that he has no papa.Page 201
A deep silence ensued. The children were dumfounded by this extraordinary, impossibly monstrous thing -- a boy who
had not a papa; they looked upon him as a phenomenon, an unnatural being, and they felt rising in them the hitherto
inexplicable pity of their mothers for La Blanchotte. As for Simon, he had propped himself against a tree to avoid falling,
and he stood there as if paralyzed by an irreparable disaster. He sought to explain, but he could think of no answer for
them, no way to deny this horrible charge that he had no papa. At last he shouted at them quite recklessly: ``Yes, I have
one.Where is he?demanded the boy.
Simon was silent, he did not know. The children shrieked, tremendously excited. These sons of toil, nearly related to
animals, experienced the cruel craving which makes the fowls of a farmyard destroy one of their own kind as soon as it is
wounded. Simon suddenly spied a little neighbor, the son of a widow, whom he had always seen, as he himself was to be
seen, quite alone with his mother.
``And no more have you,he said, ``no more have you a papa.Yes,replied the other, ``I have one.Where is he?rejoined Simon.
``He is dead,declared the brat with superb dignity, ``he is in the cemetery, is my papa.A murmur of approval rose amid the scape-graces, as if the fact of possessing a papa dead in a cemetery made their
comrade big enough to crush the other one who had no papa at all. And these rogues, whose fathers were for the most part
evil-doers, drunkards, thieves, and ill-treaters of their
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wives hustled each other as they pressed closer and closer to Simon as though they, the legitimate ones, would stifle in their
pressure one who was beyond the law.
The lad next Simon suddenly put his tongue out at him with a waggish air and shouted at him:
``No papa! No papa!Simon seized him by the hair with both hands and set to work to demolish his legs with kicks, while he bit his cheek
ferociously. A tremendous struggle ensued between the two boys, and Simon found himself beaten, torn, bruised, rolled on
the ground in the middle of the ring of applauding little vagabonds. As he arose, mechanically brushing his little blouse all
covered with dust with his hand, some one shouted at him:
``Go and tell your papa.He then felt a great sinking in his heart. They were stronger than he, they had beaten him and he had no answer to give
them, for he knew it was true that he had no papa. Full of pride he tried for some moments to struggle against the tears
which were suffocating him. He had a choking fit, and then without cries he began to weep with great sobs which shook
him incessantly. Then a ferocious joy broke out among his enemies, and, just like savages in fearful festivals, they took one
another by the hand and danced in a circle about him as they repeated in refrain:
``No papa! No papa!But suddenly Simon ceased sobbing. Frenzy overtook him. There were stones under his feet; he picked them up and with
all his strength hurled
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them at his tormentors. Two or three were struck and ran away yelling, and so formidable did he appear that the rest
became panic-stricken. Cowards, like a jeering crowd in the presence of an exasperated man, they broke up and fled. Left
alone, the little thing without a father set off running toward the fields, for a recollection had been awakened which nerved
his soul to a great determination. He made up his mind to drown himself in the river.
He remembered, in fact, that eight days ago a poor devil who begged for his livelihood had thrown himself into the water
because he had no more money. Simon had been there when they fished him out again, and the sight of the fellow, who
had seemed to him so miserable and ugly, had then impressed him -- his pale cheeks, his long drenched beard, and his
open eyes being full of calm. The bystanders had said:
``He is dead.And some one had added:
``He is quite happy now.So Simon wished to drown himself also because he had no father, just as the wretched being did who had no money.
He reached the water and watched it flowing. Some fishes were rising briskly in the clear stream and occasionally made
little leaps and caught the flies on the surface. He stopped crying in order to watch them, for their feeding interested him
vastly. But, at intervals, as in the lulls of a tempest, when tremendous gusts of wind snap off trees and then die away, this
thought would return to him with intense pain:
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It was very warm and fine weather. The pleasant sunshine warmed the grass; the water shone like a mirror; and Simon
enjoyed for some minutes the happiness of that languor which follows weeping, desirous even of falling asleep there upon
the grass in the warmth of noon.
A little green frog leaped from under his feet. He endeavored to catch it. It escaped him. He pursued it and lost it three
times following. At last he caught it by one of its hind legs and began to laugh as he saw the efforts the creature made to
escape. It gathered itself up on its large legs and then with a violent spring suddenly stretched them out as stiff as two bars.
Its eyes stared wide open in their round, golden circle, and it beat the air with its front limbs, using them as though they
were hands. It reminded him of a toy made with straight slips of wood nailed zig-zag one on the other, which by a similar
movement regulated the exercise of the little soldiers fastened thereon. Then he thought of his home and of his mother, and
overcome by great sorrow he again began to weep. His limbs trembled; and he placed himself on his knees and said his
prayers as before going to bed. But he was unable to finish them, for such hurried and violent sobs overtook him that he was
completely overwhelmed. He thought no more, he no longer heeded anything around him but was wholly given up to tears.
Suddenly a heavy hand was placed upon his shoulder, and ...
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