Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1893-08-31

Fire is devouIing the earth. Tho
north is i'll commotion. IIideous vutuTes
pursue the conquerng eagle even into
his palace Of cloud, and he falls from it
pierced with "a thousand blows, like n
globe of flame quenched in the TEMPEST.
And now the earth grows green again,
and the rivers put off their garments 81
red to reassunc their former attire: but
their bosoms are bestrewed with the
feathers of the fallen eagle-wonderfu
feathers. New men get possession of
them, and with them write a history. an
immortal history. And yet the fatal sea
has still other storms A throne is top
pied down-an old man flies for his life.
IA young prince, he whom | sec there
before me, advances ON the wings of
destiny, like the, genius of the peace Of
the world. 1t is'he who will replace in
heroes hands the feathers of the mighty
eagle, that they may continue the great
history that had been interrupted But
how! the storm begins again, the clouds
rain blood and the young child waves
his innocent arms from The summit Of
the throne, and the air is obscured BIZ
the black wings Of immense carIion
crows? What means that sign: But
mists gather over my mind-lny senses
desert me. Strangers, adieu, adleu!'
And the old man was silent. and again
fell back insensible on the floor. from
which he did not arise until after some
hours of convulsive slumber.
Three weeks after the scene that We
have just described we once moro find
the illustrious travellers of Karcsuando.
The Count de Montjoie was murmuring
a host Of noble oaths against SO pro-
longed detention, and Guillemot by no
means let slip the opportunity of season
ing what his companion had to say with
some imprecations of the plcbeian school.
The prince smiled at the impotence of
his followers. do you not find this
place charming" he said to them. I'VE
would do well to await the conclusion of
the thaw." But at heart he would not
have been sorry to know that the thaw
would never be over.
Il am not surprised" said Guillcmot
aside, that lnonseigneur enjoys himself
so much here. He is of race whose ex-
PLOTS among the beau sexe are univer-
sally known. What evil star has thrown
this siren i'll our way? l am perfectly be-
witched myself The devil disports and
laughs in her eyes, and my master feels
all her influence, | am sure. Since that
night-that horrible night, when old
Beelzebub gave Us his piece of acting
he cannot get away from her. Morning
and evening he must visit her in her
howell. She has taught him to drive the
reindeer and to walk in suksi Ia kind of
long pattens used by the Fins and Lap
landers IN descending nountainsl. |
would like to know of what use all these
fine accomplishments will be in France
to monseigneur, the Duke of Orleans
Meanwhile the strangers had found in
the neighborhood lodging much more
comfortable than the cabin of the troll.
The duke, however, made frequent visits
to the hovel, humble as it was He was
often seen rambling with TONI among
the mountains.
One lovely evening in April they were
both wandering on the banks of the Muo-
MO, and the descendant of that roy.l
house which reigned for nine centuries
over the most gallant people on earth
was talking to poor Finland maiden
and saying:
II love you"
AT this avowal Toni shook her head.
"Monseigneur is testing with his serv-
ant
NO, swear it, but does not my wild
dove return little of that love-"
''Monseigneur we'll knows that love
him."
why 90 YOU always call me mon
seigneur| All, cannot prince find true
love even in wilderness:'
Must then tell you? l have seen
You surrounded by all the splendOrs of
your rank, and during the u years that
have elapsed since then l have loved
you."
You are dreaming my child, Your
life is full Of mysteries. | am burning
with eaeerness to hear its history mar
rated, but you always hesitate 10 tell
me it."
My life. alas is that of an unfOrtu-
nate, and my mother counseled me never
to satisfy the whim of any who should
ask to know it. We We're born in near
neighborhood to each other, however,
You are French, Toni, and, what is
more, Partisan. | guessed that long ago
from the language you speak and your
pronunciation, which is so pure and 20
distinguished in its expression. But, tell
me, howis it that the name Of Antoimette
is SO often on your lips
1T was my name. 1t was given me
after that Of the queen, for
"FOr-oh, continue, / beseech you!
! am impatient to know who you are"
For the queen was my godmoth-
| er"-
"Oh, heaven. Whom, then, do l meet
here in this coarse attire amid these saw
age wastes? Destiny, how cruel is thy
| sport"
LESS cruel than men, mOnscigneur.
My mother was lady of honor to Queen
| Marie Autoinette. She was beautiful.
| You must have remarked that exquisite
| ~ clear and fair complexion and that