Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1878-01-16

she gained her soul. She was sitting with
her mead resting upon her hand, but when
lhe SICK man spoke she arose and came
toward him.
ne has blue eyes, she murmured to her.
self in the amazed tones of II discoverer
| dld'not think they Would be so hand,
Soi'e. T7,s'sa ~
speak French, said he, unable to he'll
a boyish blush at this remark.
@Very good, she said, blushinr too, bnt
not allowing herself to be disturbed. |
never saw blue eyes before all the peas
ants have black ones. thought Won
spoke only German. Are you Prussian ?
am an Englishman, but nv mother
was French, and all my svmpathies are
with the French. My name is Henry
Arthur Livingstone. Have not the bonor
OF addressing the Baronne d 'Orvillep
am Lucille dOrville, she said, simply,
am glad you came-there will be u com
panlon for me. | am tired of the lonely
chateau, with only Jean Marie and Mar
got 10 talk to-eXcept my pigeons. NY
good old gouvernante, Nine. Deglonne, is
gone. Her son is i'll and she had to 90 to
him.
And they do not provide You with
anotherP he exclaimed, asking the qnes-
ton in sheer amazcment.
Do you mean my guardian-the man of
business in Paris? He does not know.
What would you? With the country de-
vastated by the dreadful war, who is to let
him know? He would not have time to
! think of me. And he has no power over
me-he only sends the rents. | am nv
own mistress.
Nam selle, the supper is ready, said the
voice of Margot from the door But the
B1ronne shrugged her pretty shoulders.
l will have it here, with Monsieur, she
said tersely; and Margot disappeared.
What did you say you We're called? be-
gan Lucille, curiousIy.
My name is Harry Cor, as You would
call it, Henr) Livingstone.
Liveenstone, she said, stumbling over it.
1t is too long; | shall call You Monsieur
Henri. And you live in the strange coun-
try where the people are barbarians!
Englishmen are not barbarians, Madem-
oiselle
But l tell you they are. Papa said it,
and papa knew. He was il savant. Oh,
he was so good and he knew so much.
Livingstone smiled in the midst of his
pain. All of them, at least, are not, he
said. | for one.
He again REQUIRED to his fancy of the
enchanted castle A creature so lonely,
helpless, and singularly child-like he had
never seen; she was the genuine princess
of u fairy tale.
But she proved herself enough like or
dinary mortals to give him IL cup Of deli
ciously made coffee, which Margot brought
I'M and when he explained his inability to
hold it because of his wounded shoulder,
she gravely seated herself on u chair at
his side, cup in hand.
Never mind, will give it to you from
the spoon; did so once to papa, when he
was ill.,
There WAS nothing for it but acquies-
cencc. SO Livingstone submitted to have
part of the coffee trckle down his neck
without murmur, and wondered whether
Hcbc had administered to the gods in a
| like embarrassing manner.
Jacques was in dazed condition; not
only had he obtained entrance to the cha
team in II very unexpected manner, but
here was Ia petite Baronne actually
helping NJ sicu with her own hands, as
beautiful us an angel but one of those
fearful D'Orvales, nevertheless. They say
that Madame's ghost walks here at night
the Madonna preserves us! thought he.
Jacques crossed himself devoutly, and in
cluded Mseu in the sign, by way of foil
ing any bad spirits who might be hover
inc around.
But the traveller began to look very pale
and exhausted, and Lucille wished him
good night. Margot came in, very cross,
and told Jean Marie that the gentleman
bed was ready, and that he had better go
to it.
In the morning Harry Livingstone
found himself too i'll TO move; the wound
had been too long without attention, and
his ride hadaggravated it terribly. Jacques
went over to St. Etienne, and brought
from thence the only doctor that the little
village could boast, but he proved equal tC
the emergency. Being too cautious tousC
many medicines, he confined himself toe
keeping down the fever which threatened
Livingstone, and nature, left to herself
brought the patient through in safety in
the course of few days. The doctor''
sister, II benevolent midde-aged dame
came over often, and gave much conf
dence to the young Baronne. After thai
came the days Of convalesence; weary
ones they would nave been to the sicE
Young man but for his little hostess.
| She was at once the most fascinating
fairy like vision thai Livingstone had evel
seen. lie had known very many beautilu
women-thc loveliest and best-bred Of hi
own charming couutrywomen-bl they
lacked the subtle, curious attraction 0
Iucille. She was such child; all sim
pIicity, unsophstication, and gulclcss in
nocence. Passion was unknown t0 her
love had never touched her breast. tAnow
inc nothing Of Conventonalism,fm he
intercourse with Livingstone she was fret
rs she could have been with Il brother
sitting by his sofa half the day, and talkin!
with him by the hour together. OF he
dead father She spoke in reverent, admir-
inr terms; She goricd in his patriotism
and in his falling for France; bat of actua
love. even for him, Livingstone hall doubt
ed whether she knew the meaning. Al
the sublime, heroic side of woman
character seemed wanting, or else it slept
she was an elf II fairy, Il sprile-or IN les
loyelike phrase, Il careless, lovely child.
Monsieur Henri, Lucille would caIt
stpnding under his window, when he he
uan to get about, come down and see M
feed the pigeons Jean Marie has gone Il
tbe village, Margot is in her kitchen
Jacoucs sees to the horses and for me,
am lonely. Hasten then. And llarr.
would progress down the long stairs, ~
fast as his half restored strength woul'
permit to he met halfway by Lucille, whit
would insist upon aiding him with he
slender arm.
All scenes were not 50 pleasant us this
however. Lucille would sometimes asl
LIVINGSTONE to tell her of his own hom'
and country; and although his stories o
if and his life there seemed to hod ;
slranoe charm for her, she would mani
fest n curious jealousy of them. Let hin
Iool, a trife more tired than usualand hel
lovely lips would curl with vexation; sh'
wonll irritate him with suggestions INA
he vas suffering from ehRHt and maj IL
Daps. and threaten TO leave him and neve
come back 10 the salon any more. Ant
then Livingstone would impIore and coaA
her until he saw the usual half-sweet, half
arch smile come back to the lovely face
and a truce would be proclaimed. between
them. ,.,...
Rnt one memorable morning, whel
a tL;e rn thar far Twin OSiOnI