The New Orleans daily Democrat. [volume] (New Orleans, La.) 1877-1880, 1879-01-05

young to lie while looking In my eyes" she
muttered: "But-no! why should l dq IL
Go to st. Etienne for your lodgings.
just then clear, bird-like voice was nea aLl
gate. Margot gave an uneasy glance Id tne
direction whence 1t came.
II tell you, sir, we can't shelter you. Jacques
Nirot, begone. How dare. you come mere;
Lifting her hands to enforce obedience, the
stranger. utterly exhausted, fell heavily to
the ground. At the same moment the gate
was opened, and slight, beautiful girl ap-
where's your key that you should ring,
Margot? hear Jean abusing you for forget
ting it, And-what Is all this ? Who are
Thesweet, bell-like voice faltered; the young
girl drew back Inspiration seized on Jacques.
He resolved to appeal to her.
For the love OF Heaven, Nam selle La
Baronna, let me carry him lnl Ii he has not
some brandy and his wound is not dressed, he
will die. See, he has faintedp'
bah he Is q Prussian," cried MargOt; s'let
him die But the little Baronne said not
word; she glided toward him.
HE will not die" she said, nodding her
head, after long scrutiny Of the senseless
form In Jacques arms. But he will be COM
pany for me, and am tired OF the loneliness.
Margot, tell Jean-Marie to come here and
help carry him into the chateau"
She gave the order In cold, imperiOus tones,
very singular in one SO young as seventeen.
Jacques looked at her In open-mOuthed adj
the Baronne quietly repeated her order, and
Margot hobbled of, scolding as she went.
When he came out OF his long SwOon, he
opened his eyes upon surroundings that, at
first, completely bewildered him. He lay
upon wide sofa, In the centre of large
over him; and an old man, who kept up an in
cessant talking, in species of monotone, was
applying some sort Of cooling lotion to his
shoulder - Jean-M Marie. no doubt. AS his
wonderingly upon the huge old fireplace,
where handful OF wood was burning, and In
front of which sat strange, lovely figure.
She wore a long robe OF black velvet, quaint
in style. The sleeves were wide and trimmed
with costly lace: and there was bit Of the
throat Down over this dead black dress
fiOated an exquisite mass OF long, waving
hair; the hair that Is golden In sunlight, and
rare brown in the shade; the face was oval,
with delicate, pearly skin, and short, red lips,
and the eyes were hazel brown, beneath dark
and beautifully penciled eyebrows. Yet, with
all its exquisite beauty, there was curious
want in the face; it was almost such one as
Undine's may have been beforeshe gained her
soul. She was sitting with her head resting
upon her hand; but when the sick man spoke
she rose and came toward him.
HE has got blue eyes, she murmured to
herself, in the amazed tone OF discoverer.
II did not think they would be so handsome. =
II speak French, said he, unable to help q
boylsh blush at this remark.
Every good" she said, blushlng too, but
not allowing herself to be disturbed. II never
saw blue eyes before; all the peasants have
black ones. thought yosn,, spoke only Ger
man. Are you a PruSsianw
Il am an Englishman, but my mother
was French. My name is Henry Arthur Liv-
iDgston. Have | not the honor OF addressing
the Baronne d 'Orvale?"
81 am Lucille d Orvale," she said, simply.
II am glad you came-you will be q compan-
ion for me. I am tired Of this lonely chateau,
with only Jean Marie and Margot to talk to-
except my pigeons. My good old gouvern-
ante, Nine. Deglon1e, is gone. Her son Is
Ill and she had to go to him..
And they do not provide you with an
otherY" he exclaimed, asking the question in
sheer amazement.
do you mean my guardian-the man oil
business In Paris Hedoes not know. What
would you? With the country devastated by
He would not have time to think OF me-. And
he has no power over me--he only sends the
rents. am my own MISTRESS"
"Mamselle, the supper Is ready" said the
voice Of Margot from the door. But the Ba.
rome shrugged her pretty shoulders.
Il will have it here, with Monsieur" she
said, tersely; and Margot disappeared.
what did you say you were called 2
began Lucille, curiOusly.
my name is Harry Tor, as you would cal
/ 1t, HENRY Livingston"
.tLiveenstone," she said, stumbling over it
ut Is too long; shall call you Monsieur
Henri. And you live 10 the strange country
where the people are barbarians 2"
"En slishmen are not barbarlans, Mademoi
selle."
"But tell you they are. Papa said 1t, and
papa knew. He was savant. Oh, he was
so good and he knew so much"
Livingston smiled in the midst Of his
pain. AL OF them. at least, are not" ht
He again required to his fancy Of the en-
chanted castle. creature so lonely, help
less, and singularly childlike he had never
seen; she was the genuine princess OF a fairy
tale.
But she proved herself enough like ordi
nary mortals to give him cup Of deliciously
made coffee, which Margot brought in; anc
when he explained his inability to hold it be
cause of his wounded shoulder, she gravely
seated herself on a chair at his side, cup II
hand.
"Never mind, will give 1t to you from the
spoon: / did 80 once to papa when he was Iii. ;
There was nothing for 1t but acquiescence
So Livingston submitted to have part Of the
coffee trickle down his neck without muir.
muir, and wondered whether Hebe had admin.
istered nectar to the gods In like embarras.
sing manner.
Jacques was In dazed condition: not only
had he obtained entrance to the chateau in q
very unexpected manner, but here was Ia
petite Baronne actually helping NJ 'sieu with
her own hands. as beautiful as an angel, but
one of those fearful O'Orvales nevertheless
"They say that Madames ghost walks here
at night-the Madonna preserve us r thought
he. Jacques crossed himself devoutly, and
included M sieu in the sign, by way OF foiling
any bad spirits who might be lowering
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's bed was
ready. and that he had better 60 to it,
In the morning Harry Livingston found
himself too i'll to move; the wound had beer
too long without attention, and his ride had
aggravated it terribly. Jacques went over te
st. Etienne. and brought from thence the only
doctor that the little village could boast; but
he proved equal to the emergency. Being toc
| cautious to use many medicines, he confined
himself to keeping down the fever which
threatened Livingston, and nature, left to her
| self, brought the patient through in safety Ii
the course Of a few days. The doctors sis
ter, benevolent middle-aged dame came
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