Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1891-12-24

Where the MGSd of the MiytrGt used to sit
When Edgar Julian. after his retIrn
to Roosevc'i lace, told R0salie of the
interview Tween himself and Ellis at
Atlanta, sh <tslt a great load lifted
from her heart. She had made herself
wretched during his absence, imagining
q meeting between the enemies in some
mountain hollow, where Julian would
be no match for his unscrupulous an
tagonist.
Julian was in no hurry to tell her the
dreaded secret of the war time. He ac.
complfshed it by gradual approaches;
but after all there was nothing gained
Rosalie loved him, and the disclosure
did not cause even a momentary shadow
to fall on her sunny face. She only crept
closer to him and shyly kissed him. At
terward she went to Adelaide, and
throwing her arms about her neck, mur
INJURED TREMENDOUSLY:
my dear, noble sisteri He has told
me allr Her warm tears fell upon Ade-
ladies cheek and neck.
They made fine picture as they stood
there twined together like dewy vines,
and thus it was that love burned away
the barriers of hate between the north
and south. Out of the ashes of the burned
up home and the scar of the bayonet
wound grew the sweet flower of recon
eiliation.
The southern summer came on apace.
Dusky splendors hovered in the groves
and avenues by night, and by day the
waves of heat shimmered over the house
sops and along the silver river. The time
was nearing when the Cheniers would
mbark for France. Julian finally pre-.
vailed upon Rosalie to set their marriage
lay early enough so that he could take
Ter to Chicago for few weeks before
heir departure for the land of the mistral
and Chateau Chenier.
81 want to show you to my friends, =
ae proudly said, 80 that they may see
how great has been my second victory
over the south"
SIT is not victory" she quickly re-
Joined, "for you are my prisoner for
Gfer She put her arms around him to
illustrate his captivity.
"Well, then, he said, II want to show
all of Sherman's boys how things have
changed, and how delightful it is now to
be captured in the south"
When Rosalie was once more in the
north she found it's fascination stronger
than ever. The prairies with their seas
of corn and vast plains of pasture, the
thronged towns and the hum and hurry
Of industry and enterprise, seemed to
clear her mind of the last trace of gloom.
The whole country was hersi
Colonel Chenier and Adelaide are now
In Provence. The question Of Colonel
Chenier's title to the chateau is under
investigation in the French courts, but
Julian and Rosalie are drifting about
through honeymoon that has run for
nearly two years. WAen they first
reached Chateau Chenier they thought
they should be content to stay there
always. They climbed upon the old
wall and imagined they found the very
spot where the Maid of the Mistral used
to sit and play her lutte while her lover
was away in the eastern wars. Julian
pointed out to Rosalie the part Of the
garden where thee peasant dug up the
old cross. They drove along the country
roads between the fig and the mulberry
orchards. where the barefoot peasant
women were picturesquely grouped, and
where the wild eyed children were work
ing bareheaded in the sun. 1t was a
sweet fulfillment of Rosalie's dreams; but
Julian grew tired of Provence. and they