Ever　since　he　was　a　child；　M。　Caillard　had　only　had　one　idea　in　his　head…
  to　wear　the　ribbon　of　an　order。　　When　he　was　still　quite　a　small　boy　he
  used　to　wear　a　zinc　cross　of　the　Legion　of　Honor　pinned　on　his　tunic；
  just　as　other　children　wear　a　soldier's　cap；　and　he　took　his　mother's
  hand　in　the　street　with　a　proud　air；　sticking　out　his　little　chest　with
  its　red　ribbon　and　metal　star　so　that　it　might　show　to　advantage。
  His　studies　were　not　a　success；　and　he　failed　in　his　examination　for
  Bachelor　of　Arts；　so；　not　knowing　what　to　do；　he　married　a　pretty　girl；
  as　he　had　plenty　of　money　of　his　own。
  They　lived　in　Paris；　as　many　rich　middle…class　people　do；　mixing　with
  their　own　particular　set；　and　proud　of　knowing　a　deputy；　who　might
  perhaps　be　a　minister　some　day；　and　counting　two　heads　of　departments
  among　their　friends。
  But　M。　Caillard　could　not　get　rid　of　his　one　absorbing　idea；　and　he　felt
  constantly　unhappy　because　he　had　not　the　right　to　wear　a　little　bit　of
  colored　ribbon　in　his　buttonhole。
  When　he　met　any　men　who　were　decorated　on　the　boulevards；　he　looked　at
  them　askance；　with　intense　jealousy。　　Sometimes；　when　he　had　nothing　to
  do　in　the　afternoon；　he　would　count　them；　and　say　to　himself：　〃Just　let
  me　see　how　many　I　shall　meet　between　the　Madeleine　and　the　Rue　Drouot。〃
  Then　he　would　walk　slowly；　looking　at　every　coat　with　a　practiced　eye　for
  the　little　bit　of　red　ribbon；　and　when　he　had　got　to　the　end　of　his　walk
  he　always　repeated　the　numbers　aloud。
  〃Eight　officers　and　seventeen　knights。　　As　many　as　that！　　It　is　stupid　to
  sow　the　cross　broadcast　in　that　fashion。　　I　wonder　how　many　I　shall　meet
  going　back？〃
  And　he　returned　slowly；　unhappy　when　the　crowd　of　passers…by　interfered
  with　his　vision。
  He　knew　the　places　where　most　were　to　be　found。　　They　swarmed　in　the
  Palais　Royal。　　Fewer　were　seen　in　the　Avenue　de　1'Opera　than　in　the　Rue
  de　la　Paix；　while　the　right　side　of　the　boulevard　was　more　frequented　by
  them　than　the　left。
  They　also　seemed　to　prefer　certain　cafes　and　theatres。　　Whenever　he　saw　a
  group　of　white…haired　old　gentlemen　standing　together　in　the　middle　of
  the　pavement；　interfering　with　the　traffic；　he　used　to　say　to　himself：
  〃They　are　officers　of　the　Legion　of　Honor；〃　and　he　felt　inclined　to　take
  off　his　hat　to　them。
  He　had　often　remarked　that　the　officers　had　a　different　bearing　to　the
  mere　knights。　　They　carried　their　head　differently；　and　one　felt　that
  they　enjoyed　a　higher　official　consideration　and　a　more　widely　extended
  importance。
  Sometimes；　however；　the　worthy　man　would　be　seized　with　a　furious　hatred
  for　every　one　who　was　decorated；　he　felt　like　a　Socialist　toward　them。
  Then；　when　he　got　home；　excited　at　meeting　so　many　crossesjust　as　a
  poor；　hungry　wretch　might　be　on　passing　some　dainty　provision　shophe
  used　to　ask　in　a　loud　voice：
  〃When　shall　we　get　rid　of　this　wretched　government？〃
  And　his　wife　would　be　surprised；　and　ask：
  〃What　is　the　matter　with　you　to…day？〃
  〃I　am　indignant；〃　he　replied；　〃at　the　injustice　I　see　going　on　around　us。
  Oh；　the　Communards　were　certainly　right！〃
  After　dinner　he　would　go　out　again　and　look　at　the　shops　where　the
  decorations　were　sold；　and　he　examined　all　the　emblems　of　various　shapes
  and　colors。　　He　would　have　liked　to　possess　them　all；　and　to　have　walked
  gravely　at　the　head　of　a　procession；　with　his　crush　hat　under　his　arm　and
  his　breast　covered　with　decorations；　radiant　as　a　star；　amid　a　buzz　of
  admiring　whispers　and　a　hum　of　respect。
  But；　alas！　　he　had　no　right　to　wear　any　decoration　whatever。
  He　used　to　say　to　himself：　〃It　is　really　too　difficult　for　any　man　to
  obtain　the　Legion　of　Honor　unless　he　is　some　public　functionary。　　Suppose
  I　try　to　be　appointed　an　officer　of　the　Academy！〃
  But　he　did　not　know　how　to　set　about　it；　and　spoke　on　the　subject　to　his
  wife；　who　was　stupefied。
  〃Officer　of　the　Academy！　　What　have　you　done　to　deserve　it？〃
  He　got　angry。　　〃I　know　what　I　am　talking　about。　　I　only　want　to　know　how
  to　set　about　it。　　You　are　quite　stupid　at　times。〃
  She　smiled。　　〃You　are　quite　right。　　I　don't　understand　anything　about
  it。〃
  An　idea　struck　him：　〃Suppose　you　were　to　speak　to　M。　Rosselin；　the
  deputy；　he　might　be　able　to　advise　me。　　You　understand　I　cannot　broach
  the　subject　to　him　directly。　　It　is　rather　difficult　and　delicate；　but
  coming　from　you　it　might　seem　quite　natural。〃
  Mme。　Caillard　did　what　he　asked　her；　and　M。　Rosselin　promised　to　speak　to
  the　minister　about　it；　and　then　Caillard　began　to　worry　him；　till　the
  deputy　told　him　he　must　make　a　formal　application　and　put　forward　his
  claims。
  〃What　were　his　charms？〃　he　said。　　〃He　was　not　even　a　Bachelor　of　Arts。〃
  However；　he　set　to　work　and　produced　a　pamphlet；　with　the　title；　〃The
  People's　Right　to　Instruction；〃　but　he　could　not　finish　it　for　want　of
  ideas。
  He　sought　for　easier　subjects；　and　began　several　in　succession。　　The
  first　was；　〃The　Instruction　of　Children　by　Means　of　the　Eye。〃　　He　wanted
  gratuitous　theatres　to　be　established　in　every　poor　quarter　of　Paris　for
  little　children。　　Their　parents　were　to　take　them　there　when　they　were
  quite　young；　and；　by　means　of　a　magic　lantern；　all　the　notions　of　human
  knowledge　were　to　be　imparted　to　them。　　There　were　to　be　regular　courses。
  The　sight　would　educate　the　mind；　while　the　pictures　would　remain
  impressed　on　the　brain；　and　thus　science　would；　so　to　say；　be　made
  visible。　　What　could　be　more　simple　than　to　teach　universal　history；
  natural　history；　geography；　botany；　zoology；　anatomy；　etc。；　etc。；　in　this
  manner？
  He　had　his　ideas　printed　in　pamphlets；　and　sent　a　copy　to　each　deputy；
  ten　to　each　minister；　fifty　to　the　President　of　the　Republic；　ten　to　each
  Parisian；　and　five　to　each　provincial　newspaper。
  Then　he　wrote　on　〃Street　Lending…Libraries。〃　　His　idea　was　to　have　little
  pushcarts　full　of　books　drawn　about　the　streets。　　Everyone　would　have　a
  right　to　ten　volumes　a　month　in　his　home　on　payment　of　one　sou。
  〃The　people；〃　M。　Caillard　said；　〃will　only　disturb　itself　for　the　sake　of
  its　pleasures；　and　since　it　will　not　go　to　instruction；　instruction　must
  come　to　it；〃　etc。；　etc。
  His　essays　attracted　no　attention；　but　he　sent　in　his　application；　and　he
  got　the　usual　formal　official　reply。　　He　thought　himself　sure　of　success；
  but　nothing　came　of　it。
  Then　he　made　up　his　mind　to　apply　personally。　　He　begged　for　an　interview
  with　the　Minister　of　Public　Instruction；　and　he　was　received　by　a　young
  subordinate；　who　was　very　grave　and　important；　and　kept　touching　the
  knobs　of　electric　bells　to　summon　ushers；　and　footmen；　and　officials
  inferior　to　himself。　　He　declared　to　M。　Caillard　that　his　matter　was
  going　on　quite　favorably；　and　advised　him　to　continue　his　remarkable
  labors；　and　M。　Caillard　set　at　it　again。
  M。　Rosselin；　the　deputy；　seemed　now　to　take　a　great　interest　in　his
  success；　and　gave　him　a　lot　of　excellent；　practical　advice。　　He；　himself；
  was　decorated；　although　nobody　knew　exactly　what　he　had　done　to　deserve
  such　a　distinction。
  He　told　Caillard　what　new　studies　he　ought　to　undertake；　he　introduced
  him　to　learned　societies　which　took　up　particularly　obscure　points　of
  science；　in　the　hope　of　gaining　credit　and　honors　thereby；　and　he　even
  took　him　under　his　wing　at　the　ministry。
  One　day；　when　he　came　to　lunch　with　his　friendfor　several　months　past
  he　had　constantly　taken　his　meals　therehe　said　to　him　in　a　whisper　as
  he　shook　hands：　〃I　have　just　obtained　a　great　favor　for　you。　　The
  Committee　of　Historical　Works　is　going　to　intrust　you　with　a　commission。
  There　are　some　researches　to　be　made　in　various　libraries　in　France。〃
  Caillard　was　so　delighted　that　he　could　scarcely　eat　or　drink；　and　a　week
  later　he　set　out。　　He　went　from　town　to　town；　studying　catalogues；
  rummaging　in　lofts　full　of　dusty　volumes；　and　was　hated　by　all　the
  librarians。
  One　day；　happening　to　be　at　Rouen；　he　thought　he　should　like　to　go　and
  visit　his　wife；　whom　he　had　not　seen　for　more　than　a　week；　so　he　took　the
  nine　o'clock　train；　which　would　land　him　at　home　by　twelve　at　night。
  He　had　his　latchkey；　so　he　went　in　without　making　any　noise；　delighted　at
  the　idea　of　the　surprise　he　was　going　to　give　her。　　She　had　locked
  herself　in。　　How　tiresome！　　However；　he　cried　out　through　the　door：
  〃Jeanne；　it　is　I！〃
  She　must　have　been　very　frightened；　for　he　heard　her　jump　out　of　her　bed
  and　speak　to　herself；　as　if　she　were　in　a　dream。　　Then　she　went　to　her
  dressing　room；　opened　and　closed　the　door；　and　went　quickly　up　and　down
  her　room　barefoot　two　or　three　times；　shaking　the　furniture　till　the
  vases　and　glasses　sounded。　　Then　at　last　she　asked：
  〃Is　it　you；　Alexander？〃
  〃Yes；　yes；〃　he　replied；　〃make　haste　and　open　the　door。〃
  As　soon　as　she　had　done　so；　she　threw　herself　into　his　arms；　exclaiming：
  〃Oh；　what　a　fright！　　What　a　surprise！　　What　a　pleasure！〃
  He　began　to　undress　himself　methodically；　as　he　did　everything；　and　took
  from　a　chair　his　overcoat；　which　he　was　in　the　habit　of　hanging　up　in　the
  hall。　　But　suddenly　he　remained　motionless；　struck　dumb　with
  astonishmentthere　was　a　red　ribbon　in　the　buttonhole：
  〃Why；〃　he　stammered；　〃thisthisthis　overcoat　has　got　the　ribbon　in
  it！〃