Lancaster daily intelligencer. [volume] (Lancaster, Pa.) 1864-1928, 1888-06-11

had doubted or my race; and nowl 1t is
like" he added, picking up his stick, "like
lovers meeting. have bruised my favorite
stan in that moment of enthusiasm. The
injury, however, is not grave He caught
the boy looking at him in obvious wonder,
embarrassment and alarm. "Hullor' said
he, why do you look at me like thatl Egad,
believe the boy despises me. DO you de-
spise me, boyf'
"only do not understand
"You must excuse me, sir,r returned the
doctor, with gravity ~ am still SO young.
ON, hang himI" he added to himself. And
he took his seat again and observed the boy
sardonically. "He has, spoiled the quiet OF
my morning." thought he. ~ shall be nerv-
Gus all day, and have a febricule when
digest. Let me compose myself. And 80 he
dismissed his preoccupations by an effort of
the will which he had long practiced, and let
his soul roam abroad In the contemplation Of
the morning. He inhaled the air, tasting IL
critically as connoisseur tastes vintage
and prolonged the expiration with hygienio
gusto. He counted the little fecks OF cloud
along the sky. He followed the movements
OF the birds round the church tower--makipg
long sweeps, hanging poised, or turning airy
somersaults in fancy, and beating the wind
with imaginary pinions. And in this. way
he regained peace Of mind and animal com.
posure, conscious Of his limbs, conscious OF
the sight OF his eyes, conscious that the air
had cool taste, like fruit, at the top of his
throat; and at last, in complete abstraction.
ne began to sing. The doctor had but one
air-"Malbrouck sen va-ten guerre;" even
with that he was on terms Of mere politeness:
and his musical exploits were always re.
served for moments when he was alone and
entirely happy.
He was recalled to the earth rudely by a
panied expression on the boys face. .'What
do you think Of my singingr he INQUIRED,
stopping In the middle of the note; and then,
after he had waited some little and re-
ceived no answer: "What do you think Of
my singingp he repeated, imperiously.
II do not like it," faltered Jean-Marie.
"Oh, comer' cried the doctor. 'Possib,v
you are performer yourselff'
" sing better than that" replied the boy.
The doctor eyed him for some seconds in
stupefaction. He was aware that he was
angry, and blushed for himself in conse
quence, which made him angrier. "If this
is how You address your masterln he said at
last, with shrug and a flourish of his arms
II do not speak to him at all, returned
the boy. 81 do not like him.
Then You like mef' snapped DR.. Desprez,
WIN unusuat eagernesS.
II do not know" answered Jean Marie.
The doctor rose. II shall wish you a good
morning" he said. "You are too much for
me. ferhaps you have blood in your veins,
perhaps celestial ichor, or perhaps Won cir.
culate nothing more gross than respirabls
air; but OF one thing / am inexpugnably as
sured-that you are no human being No
boy"-shaking his stick at him-"you are
not human being. Write, write It In your
memory-l am not a human being-I have
no pretension to be human being-I am a
dive, dream, an angel, an acrostic, an illu-
sion-what you please, but not human
being And SO accept my humble saluta-
tions and FAREWELL"
And with that the doctor made Off along
the street in some emotion, and the boy
stood, mentally gaping, where he left him.
(robe Continued.)