The Press., 1892-06-02

The white road that leads from Cau- debec to Villequier more ts for a short way very steeply, until it is some height above the little meadow beside the Seine On the right is a wooded hill, and the top of the descent to the meadow is bor- dered by silver stemmed, slender armed birch trees, which at evening time look weird and ghostly.
 At the foot of this road, on the side nearest the town of Caudebec, there stands pleasant looking white house. with high roof and two huge chimney stacks The porch and bay window are covered with climbing roses, whieh have stretched their branches to reach an upper row of lattices.
 A large grass plot, with slated path running around it, is in front of the house; and this path continues on the left and is soon lost to sight in shrub bery, backed with trees, that leads to a garden behind. On the other side low stone wall, SO old that it is many col ored with moss and ichen, divides both front and back garden from the orchard WHICH SlOpeS up buo AlA4 OcSluo tuc white road.
 The river makes sudden bend out ward after it has passed the house, so that it's steep green bank borders the road just opposite Mademoiselle Chau- melle's dwelling. Only few days ago the high autumn tide of the Barre swept furiously over this bank, across the road, and through the tall iron entrance gates, till it flung 8 shower of yellow foam and stones and twigs against Mad emoiselle Chaumelle's windows.
 The river looked quiet enough this morning, half yelled in 8 soft mist that gave warning of coming frost. The trees far on the left. where the river takes 8 dark bend toward CauGebecquet, looked much less dense than they had looked yesterday; so many brown and gold leaves had fallen under cover of the darkness.
 The lattice above the bay window opened, and bright girls face looked out. For moment her earnest. dark eyes gazed lovingly across the Seine, and then leftward toward the mist yelled bend, but Madelaine Leroux was practi- cal, and she knew that if she meant to gather Aunt Virginie nosegay before breakfast, she had little time to spend in admiring the view from her window
 The few remaining blossoms on the Gloire de Dijon rose below her window were out of reach, and SO were some creamy noisette roses on the porch When she reached the garden the bor- der flowers that had looked 80 gay from her window proved themselves to be de- captions; the tall white daisies, on which she had reckoned, had blackened tips. and the chrysanthemum petals were nipped brown. She gave little cry of triumph as she looked around. Just against the iron fence in front of the house she spied bunch of China roses, so exquisitely varied in their rosy tint that they seemed too lovely to be real Ma delaine thought this as she stood looking at them; she was so absorbed by their beauty that sudden grunt made her start.
 She turned around and saw an enor- nous pig in the middle of the grass plot It was grouting both with it's fore feet and with it's snout in search of some treasure which it evidently expected to find under the turf. and it grunted as it grouted.
 ''Go away, go away, you nasty, greedy creature!" the girl cried in frightened voice. You are spelling Aunt Vir- ginie's grass plot. Go, l sayl' She swished her pale blue skirt at the ina truder. For an instant it left off grout- ing, but it stared at Madelaine with such fierce little red eyes that the girl drew back in alarm.
 "What shall Ido? believe pigs bite when they are savage" Then sine shout ed: Joseph! Elise! come, comet Jo- seph, make haste! The garden will be spoiled"
 The huge pig had gone back with a grunt to it's grouting, but the girls cries seemed to irritate it; it came toward her, shaking it's huge sides and grunting looking, she thought, still more savage. it was between her and the house, and as it continued to advance on her Made laine suddenly lost courage and she fled to the entrance gates.
 A passer by stopped as she reached them. ..-.
 Help rner the girl said breathlessly and she opened the gate. "Please drive the pig away; am afraid of it."
 She scarcely looked at the stranger she only saw that he was man. and she felt sure that he would help her.
 The stranger seemed young and strong but the pig took no heed of his raised walking stick. Seeing this, he rained ,. shower of blows on the back of the ugly brute, which drew forth hideous series tof grunts and squeaks, and to Made laine's relief the creature trotted out into the road, it's enormous sides shaking an accompaniment to it's clainor.
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