The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1875-04-29
WHOLE NUMBER 81.

the hand of pallid child. But it was
fete-day aud the crowd swayed in betweeI
US. After that saw her no more.
went on to Switzerland, lingering fol
month among its mountain passes; mad,
a short run into Italy and came back.
was lettering along Les Champs EHsee'
one evening in q fit of homesiekness. hal
! inclined to take the next steamer from
Havre, and so end this rowing life, wher
IL became aware of being watched
, watched by a dark figure under the
shadow of the opposite trees. The rec
, sunli ght fell full and strong where l was
standing but 1t was twilight all about me
II changed my position hurriedly. and
hastened on.
But in a moment / heard quick foot
steps behind me, ther run ant. shout
An arm fell across my shoulder, hand
clasped mine, and a well-remembered
voice cried:
ut is you. I have found you! Ah,
mon anil mon ami But it was the pearl
even as l told you so in that wild Calu.
metz And Hippolyte l. Estrange pointed
10 The scarfpin l wvre that day. But
you are grown older, monsieur. You are
changed; and was not thinking OF you
|. III
shimmered in the sunlight, and il drew
my eyes to the face above it. Said no,
that it was charmed.s
1t is needless to speak of the happiness
of that reunion, all the greater for the
mood in which it found me.
Il shall not lose sight of you again, y
said NJ L'Estrange. "You will 90 home
with me tomorrow to Strasbourg. Mar
guerite-you remember''-and he smiled
more brightly than before" Marguerite
will be glad to know my friend. Very
often have talked of our days together" 7"
i Marguerite Shall confess that for one
moment | shrank rs from coming pain,
a hidden dangers Then every instinct in
my manhood rose in quick rebellion. My
friends wife was vestal TO me even in
thought; sacred as if shrined and guarded
by inapproachable distances. / would go
with him.
Why had he not written me? Simply
because he had lost my address" only
this and nothing more"
1t would take too long to tell of our de-
lightful journey, and | pass on rapidly to
the hour when the towers of Strasbourg
rose before us, and the lofty spire OF her
cathedral pierced the clouds.
MY friends chateau was outside the
walls of the city on rising ground.
/ "Seel" he said, with sweep of his
hand, as the carriage rolled along, "thiS
is not SO grand, so fresh, as your great
New World, yet it is fair picture"
He might we'll lfsayso. The seven gated
city lay at our feet the blue Rhine wound
along between storied banks; the branch
ing Ill glded through the town, pictur-
esQue with It's manv bridges. In the far dis
tance rose the Vosges Mountains and the
Black Forest of Germany.
And now we were at the chateau, state
ly pile, ivy-clad and moss grown, yet
bright, seemingly with an eternal youtl.
Marguerite, this Is the friend of wh ,m
you have so often heard me speak I'd
ward Ripon," said L'Estrange, as | en-
tered the salon an hour after, and fair,
sweet, womanly face, the face at the Mad
eleine, looked up from the bit of embroid-
cry over which it was bending.
ais she like the picture-my Margue-
rites" asked my host but before | could
reply he went on: "By that name you
first heard of her and by that name you
are TO know her now. We are to live in
Arcadia for a whole enchanted month,
and, as is fitting, we are to be to each 9TH
er Marguerite and Edward and Hippolyte.
Have not the kind Fates proved that we
are akin, as / told you years ago? Why
else have they brought us together"
Z tn1s-ol law aho--= tle ls1y's hand bnt
| did not call her Marguerite. ~. Neither
did | call her "Madame L'Estrange" d"
Some subtitle, underlined feeling prevented
that l compromised by not calling her
anything.
| must not make my story too long.
You anticipate all | would say. There
were no other guests at The chateau. We
I thra taH Eve m
the Garden of Eden. That was truly an
enchanted week, in which we rode, we
rambled, we talked, we read, we sang
happy dwellers in Arcadia. And then
then-I awoke one day to find there was
no safety for me but in fight. This MAR
guerite" was growing too dangerously
dear L, who pray daily, Let me not be
led into temptation" )" what business had /
there, dallying with dangers
was not a villain; l was not an idiot;
. had no more conceit than my fellows
yet could not help seeing that Margue-
rites soft brown eyes grew softer still
when they met mine, and that the long
lashes dropped over them with a subtiler
grace when drew near l did not look
, for this, but it was there and | saw it-l
, must go.
A determination that l made known tc
NJ. L'Estrange the next morning.
But you are not goingr' he said. Il
is too soon. Did / not say you were to
stay months We will have more guest:
see the old chateau alive with dance anG
song. My friend must stay!"
F., "No," answered; your friend mus
GO Do not make it too hard for him t,
4, leave you.'
He looked at me narrowly
" Has anything gone wrong?"- he asket
' in a low tone. Tell me, my friend!
o had thought had dreamed Is ther
b anything amiss with you and Mar
! guerite?'
o He spoke in his own tongue now, as h
always did when any strong emotion
:. stirred him ] answered in mine, m
i cheeks white and cold, but my eyes ablaze
d " Amiss-anything amiss, NJ. LES
v trangey Do hear you Alright? You ar
4 speaking of the lady who is your wife, an
! of one who fain would be an honorabl
a man! Anything amiss, monsieury'
\ He looked at me for an instant as if h
:. thought / had gone mad Then sudde
d light broke over his face, and, to my ange
4 and astonishment, he laughed genuine
q hearty laugh. But before l could spea
= his mood changed, and he caught me i'm
s i.pulsively in his arms.
80 my poor boyr' he cried II see
all now And you thought Marguerit
: was my wife? But L told you she wa
: not when you asked me so long ago. d
= you not remembers ! supposed you ur
= derstood The woman who should bav
= been nv wife lies in the churchyard yor
!, der Mons. Ripon, Marguerite is my sis
= teri''
/ covered my face with my hands.
!, could have sunk into The dust at his fee
= 1t was all so clear now-as clear as nooI
day. Yet, with my preconceived ideas c
= their relationship, and in a country wit
= whose domestic life and habits | was s
= unfamiliar, could not SO much wondt
!, e at my mistake. The patots of the SER
- . ants, too, had helped to mislead mean
had seen no others.
- / dared not look at him. The gent
= dignity of his last words oyerpowered m,
- even while, in spite Of my confusion an
4 dismay, my heart was thrilling with
h new horn hope.
20 i lifted my eyes at last, to meet h
- - filled with ineffable tenderness.
- You know my secret said. "Sha
= you take me at my word, NJ. L'Estrange-
y must go away,''
! Nay, stay he whispered. ''It WI
fof this that we were thrown together tn
October morning. Was it not charme'
~. =. the token gave you? Stay now; and
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