St. Landry democrat., 1886-04-17
BY THE GATE OF THE SEA,
BY David Christie Murray,
AUTHOR OF "a MODEL FATHER, "a LIES
ATONEMENT," ETC.
CHAPTER |.

1t was in the days of the last dynasty
OF the danaies, and nybody under the
age OF thirty who spoke with the accent
OF Christian. pagan or man could
scarcely be accounted q gentleman.
''She is a fame creachaw," said the
Captain-''a davylsh fame creachaw-
an exceptionally fame creachaw =
The Lieutenant echoed the Captain S
en- omium, and the pair struck into
formidable attitudes at the porch of the
theater Little knots of country peo-
pie gathered on the other side of the
road and surveyed the two gentlemen,
who were attired in evening dress, and
knew themselves to be objects of inter-
est and admiration. M. Gibus had Just
given to the world his famous inyen-
ton, and the two military gentlemen,
who were in the van and foremost of
fashion. had adopted it. The Captain
was fully self-possessed under the ad-
miring gaze of the yokels, but the Lieu
tenant so far yielded to a natural weak
ness as to takes off his hat and tlatten
it against his breast. 1t was done with
an admirable air of absent-minded
habit, and it amazed the bystanders.
The Lieutenant felt that he made tell
ing figure; but when he released the
springs and the hat fled back into its
former shape he. was betrayed into
smile OF triumph at the sensat on he
created, and from tat moment he be-
came self-conscious and embarrassed,
insomuch that his legs-which We're
commonly his strong point-became
trouble to him. The passing by of
friend at such moment seemed almost
providential, and the Lieutenant sprang
into the gaslit street with renewed COM
posure.
'.Hollo, Tregarthen! How dye do2
Quite an age since we saw you. old
fellow. Here's Harcourt Have you
seen Miss Churchill? She's a fame
creachaw an except onally fame
creachaw, pom my word
The Captain smiled at this echo of
his own conversational felicities. The
Lieutenant, as he knew, was fellow of |
no originality.
mo-" said Tregarthen; Il haven't
seen her, Who is shep''
Actress, replied the Lieutenant,
successfully initiating the Captains
drawl. Playing here now. Dayvilish
fame creachaw, pom M honor. Come
have box here. No ladies with US.
Doesn't matter that yaw not dressed.
Come along, there's good fellow"
The new conner allowed himself to
be persuaded, and the three entered the
theater together. 1t was a small house,
but too large for it's audience, and all
its tinsel was shabby as well as tawdry,
and most of the glass globes around
the dress circle were Clipped and
broken. An impossible old Adam
doddercd and differed off the stage,
humping the boards with staff like
The prop of a clothes-line, and burly
Orlando followed MIN with calves in his
ankles Then the scene shifted, and on
came dissipated Touchstone, in Sec
ond-hand garments, and dowdy
Celia, and between them Rosalind in :
loublet and hose 20 Jupiter!"
|ighed Rosalind, :. how weary are my {
'pirits!n" Something knocked at the
,eart of Count Tregarthen. He had t
never before listened to such voice, |
lnd ltS tones WenG through MIN ike a {
lelicate fire. Touchstone Jared in
With his answer, and Rosalind spoke t
again: II could find it in my heart to {
lisgrace my mans apparel and to cry r
ike woman 1t was downright Z
'itiful, and yet there was a touch of '
omedy in it, But / must comfort c
he weaker vessel, as doublet and hose
ught to show itself courageous to pet {
icoat' - The comedy shone out there h
With tender briliiance. Therefore, {
ourage, good Alienar" To one Fl