The Indianapolis sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis, Ind.) 1880-1904, 1885-03-11
THE LOWS CLAW.
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three long months CT illness In his Touraine
nome. be grew strong enough to walk few |
yards on the terrace OF the banks OF the
Loire, with his mother and sister on each
side OF him--how lovingly they had nured
him. the good souls-those shivering fits
still came over him sometimes II the autumn
winds were colder than usual
You should go to Pau for the winter
said the doctor; "the climate is mild and not
TOO hct-just the thing for you-calmirg
a1d sootbing and you will come back to
your mother in three months time man
seain.'
And 80 II Was that, toward the middle OF
November. Julien de Rhe, leaning from his
spuIit window In the Hotel Garderes looked
cut upon the sublime panorama of the Pyre-
1 ess. putting the while at those cigarettes
which seem so delicious to convalescsnt,
and fell TO thinking Of those he had smoked
formerly in secret between decks on the
BoTds. They brought back all the sensations
IF bis sixteenth year.
Why, the place IL full OF pretty women"
fsid the young fellow the first time he wen
out 20 listen TO the band in the Place Royal,
md 10 stroll in the sun in front of The etetus
II good King Henry; and though he was
neither q ihertine nor a fop, the sailor, be
< inning 10 enjoy life again, dressed himself
IL his best cap, and his frock coat with the
three new gold bands and the rosette OF the
Legion of Honor, that his mother had
brought to him when he lay 10 bed so i'll
that he never hoped to wear it bat once-on
the black cloth of his coffin.
Ii had been q good idea all the same, to
come to Pau. How beautiful il all was-the
sum that warmed without burning, the blue
heavens, the wide landscape, with its for of
boundary Of hills and beyond its snow
PEAKS rising into the sky. And hos anus
ing il was to stroll about N that cosmo-
politsn crowd, omong the fair foreigners
and listen to their voices talking every
language IN Europe, and mingiing togeth-
er like like the different songs of th birds
n an aviary. 1t is true that there were
some disagreeable sights as well-such
ks the young EnglishmaE, for instance, in
the last stage of consumption, who was
wheeled about in little carriage by his
servant, wrapped in shawl and comforts;
tie Englishman, who mad eyes like boiled
cd fish, and wore black respirator over
LIS mouth. All! 10 wa1 enough 10 make one
s'i'ver And then after the first movement
1t pity-men are such egotists-Julien re-
usmbered what he looked like himself when
be landed at TOulon, as thin as a skeleton,
With circles around his ewes like two ringr OF
chocolate; and he thought that, now he was
Cuted. he had had a narrow escape.
And Julien de Rhe felt that it was a good
thing to be alive, to breath the warm soft
ar out there in the sunshine, we'll dressed,
freshly shaved, and proud OF the Tosette at
his button hole. And he gave meney to the
beegars, gszsd after the pretty women who
pas, ed him ard at last stopped feeling quite
sOfiened at the sight, to watch the pretty
little American girls in black stockings and
gloves. and floating white dresses who were
dsrciug in ring around one of the trees Of
the Place Royae to the tune OF the double.
quick n arch which the band was playing
BE was just ready to fall in love, this
lappy convalescent, and it was a case OF
love at first sight the day be saw Msdemoi-
Eelle Olga Barbarine, the most beautiful girl
az all the Russian colony, Jump from her
horse in front of the Hotel Gassion, where
she lived with her mother.
1t was o'clock in the evening, and she
had Just returned from the hunt. The Eve
or six admirers, in pink who accompanied
her bad jumped of their horses to gether to
help her down. She took the first hand that
came, and as soon as she was of her horse
be Knocked on one OF the tables In the We
randa with the handle OF her riding whip,
and, calling for q cup OF milk, which she
drank at q draught, stood there a moment,
laughing, looking like some goddess of old,
with her slender form distinctly outlined, as
il nodded in her black riding habit. and the
waves Of her shining auburn hair loosened
from her mans hat and falling on her shout
ders. She held her empty cup in both
hands. satisfied, and, as it were, intoxicated
by the fresh beverage, and behind her the
setting sun lii ap her golden hair till it en-.
circlsd her face like halo.
Then, suddenly grave again, she put down
the cup on the table, gave a slight. disdainful
bow TO the group In pink, and walked with
queenly step into the hotel tapping her
boot with her ridiDg-whip.
Three days later Julien de Rhe, who had
spept bis time asking his friends, who is
sbs2 / am badly in love with her; 1 adore
her, etc, was introduced-not very diff.
cult mstter-to the Bafbsrines, and made
one OF the squadron OF admirers of the beau
fiful Russian.
Was she really Russian, this intoxicating
creature, who had been galloping about all
day and Waiting all night, ever since the be-
ginning OF the season? Yes, by her reputed
father, her mothers first husband the Count
Baybarine. But every one knew the mother
had been divorced just at the very time
OF he daughters birth, and that Madame
Bartarine. whose father was a New York
banker named Jacobson, had long kept up
iiason that was almost public with north
eIn PriDce-some Christian or Oscar. Had
she any nationality, this child who had
been brought up, by turns, in Scotch nur-
seIy 10 q convent at Naples, in a school at
Geneva; who had slept half her nights on
the cushions of express trains and in whose
memory, as in q stereo. cope, there was moth
IL z out succession of watering places, sea-
side towns. winter cities. and other places of
Isshioneole resort TO which, for the last IF
Teen years. her mother -still a hands Dme
woman IN spite of the eruption on her face
~ oeit-eo hsi olase person, her ennul,
htr samovar, and her pet monkeys? Alas
she bad 10 country this strange girl who
with 81 the modesty of a maiden had the
audsclty OF boy, and who said, laughing at
herself, "As for me, am neither from Lon
don nor from Paris, nor from Vienna nor
from s., Petersburg. l am from the fable
d'hote.n
Had she any relaiions2 None, it seemed.
her true fsIher-the O.car, or Christian. to
30 whom Madame Bsrbsrine so often alluded
Hs.Hh car d a
according TO the law-tbe Russian count-
bad never taken any notice of her He was
completely ruined. and had no other means
of exisfencs but his gun. He was dead