Litchfield enquirer., 1877-12-20
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| with costly lace and there was shit got the same yellow, lace around the fair white Throat. Down over this dead black dress aao11e1 an exquisite mass of long, Mating hairs the her that is golden in. sunlight, and rare hEp1Fn in ! the shade;~ the face was oyeI, with Qelicate, pearly skin, and short red lips. and the eyes were hazel-bfown, befedthdhElS and bsauiifnk | ly pencilled bye bFowaa Het with ell ita ex- quisite beauty, there was curious want In the face: it was almost such one aB UnainS' may I have been before she gained her so4i. sShe was sitting with her head resting upon her
 hand; but when the sick ma spoke slIe rose and came toward him. aassse s9 si AiSDs self, in the amazed tO1e of a Hstefer ssf eld not think they would be s0 hands0nAe .s. tsoaa II speak Frencl,w said ihe, unable to hslpa 6
 boyish blush at this remark fassn1 sek re sVery good. She sad, 1blaslliny to4 be | not allowing herself sO be dlBtuffeH sHNgVe CT saw blue before; al fhe peds4ills h1se black ones th0nghl you spoke only German. Are you Q PrxShlas1 9p A i
 q an an EngIishnlan, but l4t ncshez Nss | French, and all my sy1npathles are sxleA tle l French My name, is Henry Arthur 4itings- ton. Have. not the 16no1 gf adeFessins lhe l Baronne d'0rvalefs sssa q ssY0 iz-s5-ssl
 q am Lucille d'OFvale,e slls said, simply. | T am glad you camel y00 will b8a compah- ! ion for me atla tired of this l0hely chalenn, with only Jean Marie and Malk6s t0 l1l1 to@~
 except my pigeons. My good old sCue eL4antss
 Mime. Deglonne, is gone Her son . U and 1 she had to go to him" ~7t4 st@ aefH ssza1-
 "And they do not provide you with anoth- er?" he exclaimed, asking the question -, in l sheer amaZement. t~ DO YOU mean my guardian-ths man of
 business in Paris9 He does not know. What l would you3 With the country devastated by l this dreadful war, who is to let him knowg | He would not have time to think of me. And he has no power over me-he only sends the
 rents. I am my own mistFeas4n s,i sss6 essss-f
 ''Mam'selle, the supper is ready, and the voice of Margot from the dcor. But the Bar
 onne shrugged her pretty shoulders szsss.
 II will have it here. with Monaieur," she
 said, .terssly; and Margot disappeared ~
 .l',i Mhat r3 did you say you were called z began
 My name is Harry Cor, asyouwo call
 it, Henri LiVingston.n s6asssa ssgss's
 'Liveenstone, she said, stumbling over t.
 is too long | shall call you Monsieur Hen-
 ri. And you live in the strange country where
 the people are baFBarians lp Q .s& aM
 t'Englishmen are not barbaFiana Madem0i-
 But I ten you they are, Papa said t, and papa knew. He was sayanE 0h he was
 30 good and he knew.s0 much N sss AANltA81N4A ollAk4CtA bllE AAIA
 .e Al of them at least, are pct, ( he said .1
 He again recurred to his fancy of tks6 6uhana- ed castleb. A creature So lonelys hnlpleza :and siHgularly -childEkeh he had nevereeen1 She Was the genuine princess of fairy tale. ..
 But she proved herself enough Ike ordlhnry
 niortals Co give him q cup of delioioNsly snlnde
 coffee, which Margot brought in, and when he
 explained his inability to hold it beepuse et hls
 wounded shoulder, she gtavely sealed hefself
 on chair at his side, p6plimlAanfl bag ees
 ''NeNenmiad, 1SMills sgiVn no yba fFOm.the
 spooni liid ep epcs 70 papa Xpep iha WIS lil, ," So Lvingstoh snbmited to have Dart cf tlle coffee 11ickl6 down his neok without muE
 mnR, and wondered whether fehe had ad-
 miniistered nectar to the Goas in Ike embar-
 rassing manner
 Jacques was in a Ciazed condition; noss only
 had he obtained entFance to theuchateau in very unexpected manner, but here was la pe- tie Barronne actually helping Msieu with her own hands, as beautifnT as aif angel, but
 one of those fearful D'0rvales, nevertheless
 They say that Madame's ghost walks here ct nlght-the Madonna preserve us" thought
 he. Jacques crossed himself devoutfy, and in- cluded Msieu in the sign by way of foiling any bad spirits who might be lowering around.
 But he began to look very pale and ex- hausted and Lucille wished him good night.
 Margot came in, very cross, and told Jean
 Marie that the gentleman's bed was ready, and that he had better go to 1t. .la ,-,-a
 In the morning Harry Livingston found him self too ill to move; the wound had been too long without attention, and his ride had aggra- vated it terribly Jacques went over to St. Etienne, and brought from thence the only doctor that the little village could bOast;. but ho onraol kr ha Dntnrr too cautious to use many medicines, he confined himself to keeping down the fever which threatened Lvrngston, and nature, left to her self, brought the patient through in safety i'm the course of few days. The doctors sister, a benevolent middle-aged dame, came over often, and gave much countenance to the young Baronne. After that came the days of conva- lesence; weary. enough they would have been to the sick young man but for his little host ess.
 She was at once the most fascinating, fairy like vision that Livingston had ever seen. He had known very many beautiful women-the lovelest and best-bred of his own charming country -women-but they lacked the subtle, curious attraction of Lucille. She was such .a child: all simplicity, J, nnsophistication, and, innocence. Passion was unknown to her; love had never touched her breast. Knowing noth- ing of conventionalshl, in her intercourse with Livingston she was freeas she could have been with brother, sitting by his sofa half the day. and talking with him by the hour together Of her dead father she spoke in reverent, ad- miring terms; she gloried in his patriotism, and in his falling for France; but of actual love- even for him, Livingston half doubted .wheth- CT she knew the meaning. All the sublime, he- roic side of woman's character seemed want- ing or else it slept; she was an elf, falfy,a sprite-or, in less loverlike. phrase facareless, lovely, child. . ...... -.,.. . ... LA. ,...
 Monsieur Henri, 7" Lucille would call, stand ing under his window when he began to g6t about, ''come and see me feed the pigeons. Jean-Marie has gone to the village Margo. Is in the kitchen, Jacques sees to the horses and for me, am lonely. Hasten then" l" And Harry would progress down the long stalFs~as far as his half-restored strength would permit, to be met halfway by Lucille, who would in- sist upon aiding with her slender arm.
 All scenes were not 30 pleasant as this, how ever Lucille would sometimes ask Iisings- ton to tell her of his own home sand country; and although bis stories of it and of bis fife they seemed to hold 6 strange charm for her, she would manifest curious jealousy of them. Let him look a trife more tired than usual, and her lovely lips would curl in vexatiop; she would irritate him with suggestions that he was sufferingfrom enpui and mGI d. isgis. and threaten to leave him and never come bnck to the salon anymore. And them Liyingston would implore and coax her until he saw the usual half-sweet, half-arch smile come back to the lovely face and truce would De proclaim ed between them. s s-.alssgssg
 But one memorable morning, when Lucille carried this rather far, Livingston, ad6pted an entirely different line of tactics That is,'if he thought of tactics at all Lucille announced that she had lessons to learn, (she was always talking of the studies the Aeath of her aoyer- ness had left incomplete), and that she must leave Monsieur for the rest of the Cay. Upon which, to her atsnprise, Monsieur respond ed with stately courtesy that he should be pained to think of detaining her from her learned researches, and that he had the honor to wish MademoiselIe la Barronne avesy good morning. sa aa8 ask &'aG
 T have wasted too much time upon gnu, Monsieur Hepri, she cried, .hotly. I will bot say to you,-'go leave the chateau --the DOT vales know not such inhospitalitys But ufsIly company you have had to0much. YeEYwnlil You shall have no more of 1t until you, come to bid goodbye before leaving for yoin belle