Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1891-11-19
CHAPTER XVIII.
AT THE OLD MILL AGAIN.

hands.
It would serve no good purpose to de-
scribe the sad scenes at the old Chenier
mill, where, amid her humble surround
ings, Rosahe's sweet and patient mother
died and was buried Mrs. Roosevelt
and her niece arrived just in time to re-
ceive the last words of the poor, wornout
woman. Just here the veil must fall;
we shall let week pass after the burial
before we again approach the thread Of
our story
Some days passed before Rosalie
thought of showing her father the cross
Julian had given her. She told him all
the young man had said about Provence
and Chateau Chenier. He listened and
became absorbed, holding the dull gold
cross in his palm the while and gazing
fondly into the sweet, saddened eyes Of
his child
"Since | lost my limb, he said in q
melancholy tone. "and have been able to
do nothing else, | have longed great
deal to go to Provence and see for my
SELF"
"And shall we not go some day, papaY
she inquired, slipping her arm gently
around his neck.
He shook his head.
"Too poor. dear, too poor" he replied
'ft requires a great deal of money tc
travel"
"But, papa, am not poor; Uncle
Roosevelt has settled an income of tel
thousand a year on me in my own right
Colonel Chenier raised his head ant
gazed incredulously into her face.
"You will let me take you, won't you
papaF she sweetly continued; "Aun'
Marguerite says she win go with us.
He could not answer, but he took he
bright head between his hands ant
kissed her forehead Her voice wa
more than music in his ears.
'H is long, long way. and | an
growing old, he presently said, "but
do not regari Ills as my country now;
sheuld like to live the rest of my days il
Provence, and at last mingle my dus
with that of our ancestors"
"We will co." said Rosalie earnestly
1--WE will go and see, even if we do no
stay. Mr.. Julian says he sat upon al
old wall at Chateau Chenier and saw tht
moon come up from behind a hill
crowned with olive trees, just as it is de
scribed in the troubadour song yoI
taught me. Mr.. Julian likes all my lit
tie French songs"
Colonel Chenier looked calmly askanct
at his daughter and wondered if thi
Mr.. Julian had tonched her fancy.
II wish could see your young north
erner," he presently said: you have
made me like him; is he agreeable, is ht
handsome, Rosalie?"
81 hardly know how to answer. HI
is kind, affable, polite, and am sure ht
is honorable; but one can hardly cal
him handsome. He's great big, strong
man, broad faced, deep eyed, and,
think, remarkably intellectual"
"How does he feel toward southern
peoplep Is he radicalp'
HE seems liberal; he and Uncle
Roosevelt have grown to be great friends
and you know Uncle Roosevelt cannot
tolerate radical.
"Has he made a very warm friend ot
you, Rosalie?" ~
"Oh, yes, like him very much" she
said with emphasis.
Colonel Chenier smiled; it was the
first Since the death at the mill
'TYOu haven't let MN convert you UC
the Yankee idea, have you?" he inquired
toying with the cross and throwing q
little touch Of pleasantly into his voice.
h 'No, not that, but | like the north
especially the west, and the people uI
there are delightful; they are so much
I'm earnest, 80 thrifty and Industrious,
and yet SO kind and hospitable. You'd
like Chicago, papa, know you would
and you'd like Mr.. Julian too."
Perhaps, perhaps" said Colonel
Ohenier in a tone Of doubt. 81 suppose
he is too young to have been in the
Yankee army"
"Oh, he was with Sherman all the
way to the sea-" said Rosalie quickly;
she remembers all the little towns along
the line of march; he spoke of Dalton,
Resaca, Calhoun, Kingston and Mari
etta; he was mere boy, but he went
through it all.
4, ashen shadow settled over
henier's face as her words called
emory Of his burned up home
stated plantation, his slaves set
his fortune dissipated by the
that army of Shermans.
one Of the house burners and
suffers then, perhaps"
!, he wouldn't do that; he's too
gentleman to ever have been
such acts" she quickly ex-
her voice full of earnest faith
ing mans innocence s'He is a
norable, conscientious man, not
OF all what / imagined a northerner to
be; but, in fact, papa, all the northern
people are different from what we have
thought them; they are really charm
Ing"
"They were Internal vandals when
they marched with Sherman, no matter
what they are now. Why, don't you
know that one of them stabbed Adelaide
inthe arm with his bavonetp