Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1891-10-08


Mr.. Largely had agreed upon certain
terms of contract relative to their exten.
sive railroad scheme.
''To Amsterdam why, what for?" she
exclaimed
"To arrange some negotiations for
your uncle and Mr.. Largely. hope
shall not be gone long. twill be great
bore, the journey"
"a bore Oh, mol" she quickly said.
How should like to gol Crossing the
ocean has been my dearest, sweetest
dream. My ancestors were from the
south of France, and my father has read
to me and talked to me 80 much of the
vineyards, the old ruins, the strong
winds and the golden summers of his
forefathers' count shall go some
day"
If Edgar Julian, just then, could have
seen little way into the futurel
"But you will find all the pleasure in
anticipation" he responded, refectively
contracting his brows, as if recalling un-
pleasant experiences in foreign lands;
''our own country is far more beautiful
and interesting than the older ones"
"But our country is not itself any
longer, since She checked herself, col
ored slightly and turned to look out of
the window She was thinking of the
old mill
"Oh, there's reaction, he said, cheer
fully parrying the suggestion her abrupt
l cIl Offa al
things all up. But was going to ask
you to give me commission. should
be glad to serve you. Can | fetch you
or send you anything from London or
Paris9 1t will tighten the burden of my
journey to have some pleasant duties to
perform aside from the dull object at
Amsterdam"
"Shall you go to Paris?"
Eyes, for few days-a mere business
call"
But you will not be in the southern
Provinces
"Oh, no.
"Then can give you no commission"
she said with a sweet, far away smile, a
haze of dreamy longing in her amber
gray eyes
He looked intently at her, but she was
not aware Of the sudden scrutiny.
SIS there any special place? What town
in the south of France?" he presently in.
quired.
"Oh, it was foolish whim," she ex-
claimed, quickly recovering herself 81
was thinking how it would please papa
to have some souvenir of his ancestral
place"
"What place is itp" he carelessly in
quired
"Le Chateau Chenier near Apt, on
the road from Avignon. There is much
evidence, papa says. that the estate is
rightfully ours.
"Ah, how romantic, even if it isn't
realV' he responded, plucking his mus
tache, and lost in thought.
Papa has great faith. Just before
the war broke out he had got ready to
go look into it, but when that came he
lost everything, and
"This is extremely interesting" said
Julian, taking advantage of her falter-
ing, "are there any documents?'
Rosalie smiled, and holding her hands
about a foot apart said:
"a bundle this thick"
Edgar Julian's mind worked like light
ming for few moments.
''How much is the estate supposed to
be WORTH" he presently asked.
"Oh, don't know, ever so much, some
hundreds of thousands. though, quite
fortune she replied 81 have heard
papa say how much, but have for.
gotten"
The mature and stalwart man sat
there gazing at that 1.-THE, beautiful girl
Some obscure feeling, hitherto unknown
to him, began to stir in his bosom, as If
new element was softly diffusing itself
throughout his source Of consciousness
He rose, and standing moment before
her, as she half dropped in the easy
chair, he looked down upon her shining
hair as one who looks upon something
grown suddenly very dear to him. His
deep set, magnetic eyes grew soft and
his swarthy cheeks paled little He
rallied, passed his hand across his fore
head, and looking toward the piano
said:
"Play something for me, please; some
thing cheering; I'm gloomy
81 am very sorry, but do not know
the piano. do not play" she replied.
She instantly thought of. her dear old
banjo at the mill
'But haven't you a guitar? All the
southern ladies play the guitar" He
spoke lightly and resumed his seat near
her.
81 play on the banjo" she said, and
regretted it instantly, for Mrs. Roosevelt
had charged her not to speak of this to
any one.
"Oh, you're seized by the new crazer
he exclaimed. "It is the latest fashion,
able thing, believe. Won't you let me
hear your"
"But left my banjo in Georgia" she
responded II wish had not. | sadly
miss it sometimes. She ended with a
little quick sigh
"One misses SO many things away
from home," he said, "it's great bore
to go anywhere; one always has to go
just at point when one doesn't wish to,
and to place one doesn't care anything
for"
He still spoke lightly, but there was
ring of real petulance in his tone.
Il am sorry you have to go away, if it
will trouble you." she frankly said. look