The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1893-07-23

trOuDleQ UeT. 1ntTe was uHn HoT0 hWuhe
ago. a friend Of Simon .Flclxs there. who had
been south 70 Nersc, and he said there was nc
prSSaSs knew S less Y the cour. than
the wine tavern. madame" answered. with
THAT was JUS. what told him" my mother
you sent him away ill satisfied"
people hut now II you viii me- ne ' ma.
dame, WILL mako such arrangements for ma
Begging her earnestly to lie down and COM
pose herself, for even 80 short conversation;
n. ths "a ok tsa
youth who had Just returned from stahling
our horses aside. and hearing that he lodged
landing. secured it for the use Of mndemoselie
! and her woman. He seemed, desnite n certain
muet read WISH soW. and he @insy under
| took to go out late rs 1t was. and procure
some proSsNns lev n;h fsr things WniTs
comfort M for our own. direct ed Fanchotte 10
aid him in the preparation OF tho other cham
With ma mademoisclle. She had taken on" OF tie
stools. ana sat covering over the, fire. the hood
I when slio looked Mt me saw little more than
her eyes. bright with contemptuous anger
Sos nnn turnS seSy toSmra IN
| You practice lying even here"
felt the utility, OF denial or explanation so
strongly that | shrugged my shoulders and
renamed silent under the sreer. Two more
days and my task would be done and made
What would it matter then what ,she thought
| OF meY What did II matter nowp
Ienes s"e,ned to u,sconcert and liz please her
=" Have you nothing to say fo- yourself :" she
nutered sharrly crushing d1, fragment =, Of
at the aches Have YOU not another lie IN
your CULVER. Monsieur de Marsacy De Marsacw
| disbeiieved even my claim to the title.
| But l wound answer nothing. and we re-
manned silent until Fanchette came in to sny
4 hat l,a m mi liar rpuly and hold liz ht
for her mistress to pass out. told the woman
to come back and fetch mndemoi -elle's supper.
and then being loft alone with my mother, who
lay asleep. with smil. on her thin, worn face
began to wonhe. what had happened to bring
/. feared TO agitate her by referring to II. but
later in the even ng. when her curtains were
drawn and ahI S onber tsN wfT b lent ep
liz" dogs OF different breeds. with certain
strangeness and suspicion thpt is.smy thoughts
eager eager face and ta,tsfei black dress gave him
had come isq from PariSwith Nine %e Bonne "
He nodded. without speaking.
him i he he'd known her long o,,sd
the same house in Paris
nsse ,0'!S an is sn Hf With
t!s eantsmpt are not priest 81
feshi snu kfI am studen. o, the SorSenne v
t.Isa SsS him at Wills s YOS " Mint na
with suspicious eyes how he came to be here.
and particularly how he came, to he in atten;
from childhood. II not actually born; in the re-
iGlon. and professed 1t in private all her days;
have been less welcome in her house than q
be the secret Of her miserable conditiop. ,
reading my thoughts. which we're plain enough.
mo more than love the devil" said: .,,.
hand nS kaes What
are. rightw he muttcred. his voice hoarse.
a they ere ssG NJ dc scHshy
;! The sorponne." he repeated. his face rcd
EinchinR my knee in his sarnestness and
ut ali turns rms ON If thst all a" turns on that
Salvation or damnation. Are they right? Are
right e eo Are you risht Mon bicu he con-
ttinusd drawing back abruptly and nd, sia .n1
read. / have lis teaeG to sermons. theories.
disputasiopns and nd know now nothing. know
He sprang up and hogan to pace the floor
softly. while | gazed at him in rity.. very
tRss nss G% G
were much 10 be compa sslonqted: Fanatics:
on the ono side or the other. who lost sight Of
after something to believe and found it not
and, lastly. scofIers who believed in nothing
and looked on al! religion as mockery.
He stopped presently: In his utmost excite
mont l remarked that he never forgot my
mother. hut trod more lightly when he drew
near to the alcove-and spoke again.
You are u Hueuenot p he said.
Yes" replied.
80 is She" he rejoined brusquely. pointing
toward the bed. t" But do you feel no doubt 7"
None" said quietly
ping. You made up your mind. how?"
" was born In tho religion" | said.
And you never questioned 1t %