The pioneer express. [volume] (Pembina, Dakota [N.D.]) 1883-1928, 1884-11-07
st. EVREMoIDE.

nj. EvkEMU0DE,
Eldred Percy was remarkable for three
things-her pride, her love Of everything
English, and her hatred Of everything French.
30 when she entered the cosy little back par
lor ct Bromleiyh, where her cousins, Sara
Percy and Jalie Bromleigh, were discussing
letter just received, Julie laughed ~ she said
to Sara, apropos Of some previous remark:
"And by the way, you need not be afraid of
any Interference from Eldred, IL you lust let
her know that he is French!"
''some French count, perhsps." said Eldred
soornfully.
"Not yet, but he may be some day." laughed
Julie. ut il my French cousin, Of whom I
never dared to bosstin your presence -Clariap
St Evremonde"
"Clsrian St Evremonde," repeated Eldred,
with curling lips. "Well, he ought to be
magnificent with such Q name. What Of
him?"
Think his name is splendid, and 10 is
he," enthusiasticall y answered Julie. che is
coming here to spend Christmas, and Sara is
going to captivate him; so please remember
that you are MOTTO flirt with him." she added
few days after this, returning from ride
she entered tho parlor looking perfectly bril-
liant in her becoming habit, and her cheeks
and eyes glowing with exercise, and she was
introduced to tho French cousin, arrived dur
ing her absence. In spite of her determination
to be Disguised with him she could not help,
with her instructive appreciation Of the beauti-
ful, feeling OF admiration for his perfect form
and face, that might have been modelled from
one Of those beautiful geni, Of whom we read
| in oriental fables
After the first impulse Of pleasure excited by
his beauty, Eldred frozo into we'll bred ice
berg, all tho icicr because of her vcxati0n at
sat apart from the rest and crocheted ini3Ils-
triously, curling her lips meanwhile at st.
Evremondes gallant little attentions to Julie
and Sara. At tea she declined her favorite dish
because st. EvremOnde said he was fond of it.
In tho evening she refused to go in the parlor
and play for them because tsslo had letters to
write. ''''>> '>''S
It was like that all the next day, and the next,
and for week. At the end of the week Julie
and Sara went away to spend the day, and Ed
red was left at home with st. Evremonde and
Aunt Bromleigh, who went to bed las she usu-
ally did), and loft her niece and the young
Frenchman to entertain each other. Eldred
took . great crimson cushioned chair, drew it
to the hearth, aud sat with folded hands, look
ing at tho fire. And St Evrenonde took .
At the end Of an hour she had not stirred. He
liked that, he liked to see woman sit still for
an hour. Julie and Sara were like. humming-
birds-always in motion, but he said:
| miss Percy, think you are very idle
| woman!"
"Ah!. said Eldred, with supreme indifrer-
ence. "Of course I an overwhelmed"
| ssWas impertinent to say tllat!n he asked
Eldred arched her slender brows, but said
nothing.
with folded hands, dreaming in corners" '
"And so you think my hands have never
worked:" cried Eldrid, with flashing eyes.
Monsieur st. Evremonde, 1 worked four years
in Q factory to earn my daily bread"
"Where!" he asked calmly.
| "1n Lancaster" she replied, thinking him
very curious.
"How long ago?"
She flushed hotly, and exclaimed with indig-
nation:
care you quizzing me, monsieur?"
Certainty moi, !" no gravely replied. "But
had brother once, q hot headed, passionate
boy, who ran away from home because of some
fancied wrong from his parents. He ran
away from home and was too proud to come
back when he knew that he was wrong. He
to the factories at Lancaster to work for his
daily bread He met bad men, who drew him
INTO sin ana taught h,m evil wsys Once no
was yGfy a near s,s,, eommMng hi, CRIME ,i winch
young gln.an angel, mesnIwho =, also work
ea IN tne factory Inis glri tnls angel, saw
is P1sluon, anu s1e warned nun, she pleaded
I.I with nm, she saved hun at the FISK OF her own
repn,auon-Eidred fercy, love you for
that.
ne had spoken slowly and gravely At first,
pnt growing vehement as ne proceeded, no
closed with passionate exclamation, while his
face was afame with something akin to adora-
tion ,1vs as no p looked az her.
"ies, he was my brother, Henri Bernard st.
Evremonde: M replied the young man: HE is
dead now, but no came back to his friends, and
ne toid me- nus Drotner, 9f the angel who had