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he saw him weep。 His gay and robust old age had suddenly fallen from him； the news having clapped ten years on to his four score。 Like a child； whimpering and tremulous； he threw his arms around Desnoyers； moistening his neck with tears。
〃He has taken her away！ That son of a great flea 。 。 。 has taken her away！〃
This time he did not lay all the blame on his China。 He wept with her； and as if trying to console her by a public confession； kept saying over and over：
〃It is my fault。 。 。 。 It has all been because of my very； very great sins。〃
Now began for Desnoyers a period of difficulties and conflicts。 The fugitives； on one of his visits to the Capital； threw themselves on his mercy； imploring his protection。 The Romantica wept； declaring that only her brother…in…law； 〃the most knightly man in the world；〃 could save her。 Karl gazed at him like a faithful hound trusting in his master。 These trying interviews were repeated on all his trips。 Then； on returning to the ranch； he would find the old man ill… humored； moody； looking fixedly ahead of him as though seeing invisible power and wailing； 〃It is my punishmentthe punishment for my sins。〃
The memory of the discreditable circumstances under which he had made Karl's acquaintance； before bringing him into his home； tormented the old centaur with remorse。 Some afternoons； he would have a horse saddled； going full gallop toward the neighboring village。 But he was no longer hunting hospitable ranches。 He needed to pass some time in the church； speaking alone with the images that were there only for himsince he had footed the bills for them。 。 。 。 〃Through my sin； through my very great sin！〃
But in spite of his self…reproach； Desnoyers had to work very hard to get any kind of a settlement out of the old penitent。 Whenever he suggested legalizing the situation and making the necessary arrangements for their marriage； the old tyrant would not let him go on。 〃Do what you think best； but don't say anything to me about it。〃
Several months passed by。 One day the Frenchman approached him with a certain air of mystery。 〃Elena has a son and has named him 'Julio' after you。〃
〃And you； you great useless hulk；〃 stormed the ranchman； 〃and that weak cow of a wife of yours； you dare to live tranquilly on without giving me a grandson！ 。 。 。 Ah； Frenchy； that is why the Germans will finally overwhelm you。 You see it； right here。 That bandit has a son； while you； after four years of marriage 。 。 。 nothing。 I want a grandson！do you understand THAT？〃
And in order to console himself for this lack of little ones around his own hearth； he betook himself to the ranch of his overseer； Celedonio； where a band of little half…breeds gathered tremblingly and hopefully about him。
Suddenly China died。 The poor Misia Petrona passed away as discreetly as she had lived； trying even in her last hours to avoid all annoyance for her husband； asking his pardon with an imploring look for any trouble which her death might cause him。 Elena came to the ranch in order to see her mother's body for the last time； and Desnoyers who for more than a year had been supporting them behind his father…in…law's back； took advantage of this occasion to overcome the old man's resentment。
〃Well； I'll forgive her；〃 said the ranchman finally。 〃I'll do it for the sake of my poor wife and for you。 She may remain on the ranch； and that shameless gringo may come with her。〃
But he would have nothing to do with him。 The German was to be an employee under Desnoyers； and they could live in the office building as though they did not belong to the family。 He would never say a word to Karl。
But scarcely had the German returned before he began giving him orders rudely as though he were a perfect stranger。 At other times he would pass by him as though he did not know him。 Upon finding Elena in the house with his older daughter； he would go on without speaking to her。
In vain his Romantica transfigured by maternity； improved all opportunities for putting her child in his way； calling him loudly by name： 〃Julio 。 。 。 Julio！〃
〃They want that brat of a singing gringo； that carrot top with a face like a skinned kid to be my grandson？ 。 。 。 I prefer Celedonio's。〃
And by way of emphasizing his protest； he entered the dwelling of his overseer； scattering among his dusky brood handfuls of dollars。
After seven years of marriage； the wife of Desnoyers found that she； too； was going to become a mother。 Her sister already had three sons。 But what were they worth to Madariaga compared to the grandson that was going to come？ 〃It will be a boy；〃 he announced positively； 〃because I need one so。 It shall be named Julio； and I hope that it will look like my poor dead wife。〃
Since the death of his wife he no longer called her the China； feeling something of a posthumous love for the poor woman who in her lifetime had endured so much； so timidly and silently。 Now 〃my poor dead wife〃 cropped out every other instant in the conversation of the remorseful ranchman。
His desires were fulfilled。 Luisa gave birth to a boy who bore the name of Julio； and although he did not show in his somewhat sketchy features any striking resemblance to his grandmother； still he had the black hair and eyes and olive skin of a brunette。 Welcome！ 。 。 。 This WAS a grandson！
In the generosity of his joy； he even permitted the German to enter the house for the baptismal ceremony。
When Julio Desnoyers was two years old； his grandfather made the rounds of his estates； holding him on the saddle in front of him。 He went from ranch to ranch in order to show him to the copper… colored populace； like an ancient monarch presenting his heir。 Later on； when the child was able to say a few words； he entertained himself for hours at a time talking with the tot under the shade of the eucalyptus tree。 A certain mental failing was beginning to be noticed in the old man。 Although not exactly in his dotage； his aggressiveness was becoming very childish。 Even in his most affectionate moments； he used to contradict everybody； and hunt up ways of annoying his relatives。
〃Come here； you false prophet；〃 he would say to Julio。 〃You are a Frenchy。〃
The grandchild protested as though he had been insulted。 His mother had taught him that he was an Argentinian； and his father had suggested that she also add Spanish； in order to please the grandfather。
〃Very well； then； if you are not a Frenchy； shout； 'Down with Napoleon！'〃
And he looked around him to see if Desnoyers might be near； believing that this would displease him greatly。 But his son…in…law pursued the even tenor of his way； shrugging his shoulders。
〃Down with Napoleon！〃 repeated Julio。
And he instantly held out his hand while his grandfather went through his pockets。
Karl's sons； now four in number； used to circle around their grandparent like a humble chorus kept at a distance； and stare enviously at these gifts。 In order to win his favor； they one day when they saw him alone； came boldly up to him； shouting in unison； 〃Down with Napoleon！〃
〃You insolent gringoes！〃 ranted the old man。 〃That's what that shameless father has taught you！ If you s