The Grenada gazette. (Grenada, Miss.) 1885-18??, 1886-07-17
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John lowers his eyes from her face
and looks off towards a solitary light on
shore, He is quite remarkable in this
tespsct-it takes him so long to make
up his mind. Annette, seeing him 50
thoughtful and silent; is fearful Of dis-
turbing him, and quietly listens to the
splash of the waves and the
bursts of melody hat come t~itfully
from the Casino. John ponders so
long, however, that, the moon gets d.
rectly overhead and Annette begins TO
feel most lonely and disconsolate, Be-
sides, this grave in front of her is a
very cherries object to stare at. Every
time her eye rests upon the granite
cross her young flesh creeps, and then
the chilly air from the sea pierces her
thin clothing and she shivers, Finally
Annette can endure it no longer.
Are you asleeps" she asks.
He starts up suddenly and looks at
her-then at the moon, then hastily at
his watch. 1t is now nearer nine than
eight o'clock. Perhaps the gendarme
was mistaken.
Come" he says anxiously, ''wemust
go"
'Oh!' she pleads on her knees. ''you
won't take me back to them, will you?"
mo, no-you shall 90 with me.
Come" He hurries her up the steps,
past the ruins of the chateau and down
the grassy slope, But before they have
gone half way to the bottom he sees
that the gendarme was not mistaken.
There is no dixie in view. Where it
stretched toward the beach there is now
only an expanse of white-capped water
dancing %nierrily in the moonlight. In
deed. no beach is visible, either. The
waves are leaping up against the rocks,
and even the great ramparts of St.
Malo.
John is very much disguised with
himself. Why did he lie there dreaming
himself and this poor child into such a
predicament. He turns to her and says,
pe~nitently.
I'm sorry, Annette, but we'll have
to spend the night here; the suns in"
Il don't care, I'm glad
John does care, but he feels resigned
to see her so happy, and hand in hand
they retrace their way toward the tomb.
Passing the gloomy ruins Annette clings
to his arm, and says, with a shudder:
Il thought first you'd gone and l was
going to hide in that door, but it was
SO awful dark it scared me-
There lisa bed of soft, dried grass just
beyond, and here john halts. He takes
off his light overcoat and hands it to
her, She draws back, but he casts it on
the grass and says in a quiet tone: 81
want you to wrap this around you and
and lie down. You must try to sleep,
Annette, for as soon as the tide goes out
again we will leave for England"
She clasps her hands before her,
and could cry out from excess of graft
itude. But she only smiles ioyfully
and the moonlight glistens on her white
teeth.
Are YOU afraidP' he asks.
You won't 90 away?'
"No, mo-
She Submissively loses herself in the
arms of the great coat and cuddles upon
the grass.
Now he has determined what he shall
do, and promised her, he feels relieved.
Nevertheless, he realizes how serious
he affair is-he is abducting a child,
one, too, who is unquestionabIy of con-
siderable pecuniary value to her rela-
lives. He smiles .stubbornlv. and lights
4 cigarette; seating himself unuef the
moon on the top stone step, where he
can turn a shoulder and gaze upon An
nette, or look straight ahead upon the
sea, and let his eyes in passing rest
upon the tomb. 1t may be sacrillgious,
but there is now something so absurd
TO John in the idea of his brOoding owe
he grave of C%hateaubriaud that he
ohuckles. Perhaps this powerful harvest
has turned his head as well as the
tide.
At any rate, Chateaubriand has no
in his thoughts now. He is try
to decide whether he had better run
the risk of taking the mornings
steamer from st. Malo to Jersey, or
take the train to Calais direct. The
more he thinks about it the more
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