The Grenada gazette. (Grenada, Miss.) 1885-18??, 1886-07-17

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where there is life and dancing. So he
turns from the tomb and moves away.
As he does so his eyes rest suddenly
on n childish form standing upon the
top of the flight of stone steps, The
moonlight is full upon her and he sees
it is Annette, He is not much surprised
she has been in his thoughts all day. but
he is irritated at sight of her. 1t looks
so theatrical for her to appear before
him in this fantastic style. He wonders
how long she has been standing up there
like a ghost. gazing down upon him.
Small wonder, however, that his brain
was intractable, Before he can act she
has tripped down the steps and fearle4-
ly approached him.
Whose grave is that?" she asks in a
low, awe-struck voice.
''Chateaubriand's."
"A man?h
yes
''Did YOU love him?'
Il never saw him"
"Why do YOU stay here so long,
then?' How can he anSwer the child:
He does not try, but follows the Socratic
method.
"Why are you here?'
son. she says, in%~enuOusly, 'Ididn't
know there was a man buried up there,
| just followed you"
''Why?'
He asks it so coldly, almost angrily.
that her confidence in him and in her
self is plainly weakened. She stands
upon one foot twisting her 1.-THE body
~uneasily about.
Il thought because you caught me
you'd help me-
Her voice trembles; the paper parcel
slips from her fingers; he can see her
little chin working convulsively, and
then she drops on the granite rock and
hides her face in her hands.
John is touched. He kncels. and,
taking one of her willing hands in his,
says. Soothingly:
"How could I help vou2'
She looks at him very earnestly, as he
can see with the moonlight on her face,
and eagerly tells him:
''Why. please don't let them get me
again.
''Lct whom3 That ugly man and The
woman on horseback?'
YES
"WhO are they
Madame de Leonelle ct Monsieur
Georges Plcot-that is what they tell the
people they are; but she's my aunt, and
don't know who he is, only [ hate
him"
John smiles. She looks angelic with
the moonboams playing in her yellow
hair; but she can hate.
care thrv WI cross 10 YOU
lawful. just look what he did to
me- to-lay for falling off the wire. She
harr> her left arm that he may see a
thick red welt crossing the flesh above
the elbow.
1.-The brutc,' cries John angrily. An
nettc i, evidently delighted to hear him
say 50.
"That'S nothing she b~oastingly
SAYS, ito the cut she gave me with her
riding-whip. ran away then, too, but
it va at Jersey, st. "l1plicrS, and /
coaldn't get or the island; so they
caught me
''Where's your mother, Annette?'
''She's dead.
''Your fathcr?'
dies dead, too.'
Were they Americans?'
Mamma wasn't. She used to live at
Orleans, but papa painted pictures in
and when he died we we're awful
poor. Was you cver in Paris? Was YOU .
ever IN the Rue Mazet9 Oh, it was a very
funny little street. Papa used to take
me and mamma to St. Cloud and the
Bots de Boulogne on Sundays. That
was the best fun of all. Mamma leased
papa about his French and made him say
and JeuLet,' and words like
that, and then papa leased mamma and
made her try to say things in English
ike three hundred and thirty-three
thousand chestnut>," and then she called
rim a 'IuhH-kcr.'N
John, now reclining upon the rock
with his head resting in his right hand,
.Ooks calmly up at her, quite forgetful
the grave Of the great man behind
lim. There is a faint French accent in
Annette's talk that is charming. She
croSS-legged, with her face turned
l"Ii 'owaro nm n Sideways to the
moon. At tlmeNa strain of music floats
'lG water ana Annette always
pausrS to listen.
linen, your mother died. TOO says
'oan' Abruptly
1e'' she repeats IN a low tone;
'thGil Hnc d'eu, 100
"An" tl'"h?
linen my aunt came and took me
10 roISsy' 1t was awfuI nice at
,r,% on u't m 70 mnt IN a BOAT on the
RIVER all by myself and get on the