The Ohio Democrat. (Logan, O. [Ohio]) 1886-1906, 1886-07-17
"I wish I had some"

sique. oh, love musio!'
John lowers his eyes from her face
and looks off towards solitary light on
shore. He Is quite remarkable in this
respcct--it takes him so long to make
up his mind. Annette, seeing him so
and silent, is fearful of dis
turbing him, and quietly listens to the
splash of the waves and the
bursts of melody that come iitfully
from the Casino. John ponders so
long, however, that the moon gets de
rectly overhead and Annette begins to
feel most lonely and disconsolate. Be-
sides, this grave in front of her is
very cheerless object to stare at Every
time her eye rests upon the granite
cross her young flesh crecps. and then
the chilly air from the sea pierccs her
thin clothing and she shivers. Finally
Annette can endure it no longer.
"Are you asleepp" 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, eve must
60"
"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 merrily 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 disgusted with
himself. Why did he lie there dreaming
himself and this poor child into such a
predicament. He turns to her and says,
penitently:
'I'm sorry, Annette, but we'll have
to spend the night here; the suns in. "
II 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 shudder
II thought first you'd gone and was
going to hide in that door, but it was
SO awful dark it scared me"
There is a bed of soft, dried grass jus!
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 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 graf
itude. But she only smiles joyfully
and the moonlight glistens on her white
teeth.
"Are you afraid?" he asks.
"You won't go awayp'
"No, no."
She submissively loses herself in the
arms of the great coat and cuddles upor
the grass.
Now he has determined what he shall
do, and promised her, he feels relieved
Nevertheless, he realizes how serious
the affair is--he is abducting child
one, too, who is unquestionably of con
siderable pecuniary value to her rela
tives. He smiles stubbornly. and light
a cigarette; seating himself under th'
moon on the top stone step, where HI
can turn shoulder and gaze upon An
nette, or look straight ahead upon tn,
sea, and let his eyes in passing res
upon the tomb. 1t may be sacrihgious
but there is now something so absurt
to John in the idea of his brooding owe
the grave of Chateaubriaud that HI
chuckles. Perhaps this powerful harves
moon has turned his head as well as tin
tide.
At any rate, Chateaubriand has n,
ing to decide whether he had better rul
the risk of taking the morning
steamer from st. Malo to Jersey, o
take the train to Calais direct. Th
more he thinks about it the NOR
serious the chances of discovery on tn
Jersey boat appear to him, and til
possibility of losing Annette is yer
unpleasant. Indeed, the mere idea S
alarms him that he turns to look at he
more than once, and each time hi
glance encounters pair of eyes shin
ing up at him from the grass out of til
folds of his overcoat. Annette
more anxious than he. Her eyes clos
quickly when they meet his, and sh
feigns to sleep, but her yellow hea
never swerves from the angle at whic
she has adjusted it to watch him.
So the moon floats on until the gray
is in shadow. The tide follows tn
moon and the waves the tide. Joh
shivers little, but is wide awake, an
he knows the bright blue eyes are peer
ing furtively at him from the grass.
This all happened in the summer
time of 1873. 1t truly happened, fo
John Crinoline has told it to me. c
course he told it in much fewer words
When he had gone thus far in HI
story said to him:
"Well"
"Well," said he, "I have been tryin
to answer your question. This is tn
reason why l sail on the Etruria nes
Saturday"
"Bc palmer"
81 am going over to bring Annet,
away from school,"
"What are you going to do wit
herp''
He looked me steadily in the face, an
1 am sure never gazed on an honestel
manlier one than his.
"Do you really think, old fellow" h
said, she'll object to my nameP CIV
mind to change it. ."-MetUilie Phillip
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