Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1895-01-19

self in the morning, leading her into the
mysteries of lacemaking and embroidery,
of water-color painting, reading history
and poems. greatly to Olympes ll-con-
cealed low Sometimes DucheSSe deS Sara
zines BeauXlieuX smiled to herself little
bitterly to think that the niece of her serV-
ing woman and the children of charcoal
burner and of Il fisherman SnOulu De the
half of her household.
But while her son grew ard increased
in stature and strength and in all the inner
and nobier aspects of his being, the duch-
ess asked no more. Under NJ. Etienne's
care his scholarship was all that coulo De
wished: and in the matter of physical &C
complishment the tall 1.-the STRIPPING fenc-
ed and boxed and rode and shot with the
best; and his mother thought with fond
pride how well he would take his place and
part when he should be called to it.
Occasionally now the monsieur took
Beauxlieux with him on his journeys to
Paris or elsewhere. and his mother was
satisfied that he should first see the world,
and perhaps what is called life, with NJ
Etienne beside him. They made no use OF
his title, however then. 1T would be alb
surd," said BeauxlieuX, without a sou, so
to say. in ones pocket But he was aware
that that was something not to dwell on
before the duchess When he came home
he had much to relate to her, and much to
tell Jean and Pierre. On one occasion NJ.
Etienne had taken him, as If he were his
assistant, to a grand house. where IA
nous surgeon had requested the monsieur s
help, and where BeauXlieux had at first
been daZZled by wealth and then daZed
With wonder. They had gone afterward IN
haste across Austria, on another occasion
for NJ. Etienne'S services, to half-SaVaGe
Roumanian prince, where, owing to his
incognito. Beauxlieuy saw much of the life
beneath the barbaric splendOr, the Partisan
surgeon leaving the case with NJ. Etienne,
so that for several weeks BeauXlieuN.
among conditions of life of which he
had had no conception, found himself, un-
aware, in his leisure as M. Etienne's su-
perfiuous attendant, studying them, get
ting a close interest in the people of the
forest, on the mountain, in the cabins clus-
is right" said NJ Euenne, when he spoke
to him of his observations and his wonder,
that your grace should know what goes
on in the world, how the greater part of
our fellow-creatures live and suffer. For
it may some day be the part of the Duke
des Sarazines Beauxlieux to bring them re-
lief
When the patient In his care could be
farther east, and he was approaching his
twenty-first year when he returned, a trav-
eled man, to the old chateau.
The days We're Icing to the duchess while
her son and the monsieur We're away. She
busted herself and Victorine at their en-
broidery, at their books. She walked be-
side the sea in the latter part Of the day,
a slight swift figure wrapped in long
cloak, looking over the gray and melan-
choly waste, restless herself as those
dreamy waters were-longing for her boy,
soothed when she thought of the strong
arm of NJ Etienne, on which, whether
near or far, she leaned. In the evening
Pierre tinkered at the barrel of the music
box, having knack of tinkering, or per-
haps Jean read to them by the freight
which Illuminated the dark salon, he lying
on the skin beside the hearth, whose logs
he and Pierre had helped to bring in from
the forest, or reading, not by any means
the news Of the day-maiame would have
none of that now-more frequently old lo-
mances of derring-doe.
When BeauXlieux came home with the
story of his adventures it was Iierre's eyes
that opened at the mention of palaces and
great houses, and he demanded even more
particulars than had struck BeauXlieux's
sight. 1t was Jean who asked about the
people upholding the structure Of the great
households IN their shoulders. Jean him
self had been away en- foot more than
once now-no one knew where. But even
the duchess had seen the light on his face
sometimes when coming back.
Il shall have a dwelling such as one of
wife in palace. 1 go to Paris to make
my fortune"
You like, then, this rotten splendor,"
cried the deep voice Of BeauXlieux from
the shadow where he sat by the duchess
on the other side Of the wide hearth
alas! 1t is only the scum On sea of
filth and iniquity. That laughter Of the
people who float over i'll hear through
it only the groan of the people who pro-
duce it!'
II shall not search too deeply" said
Pierre. lone man cannot reform the world.
Let me take the best of 1T while it is 60
ing-money, jewels, houses, horses
''And you call that the best? Money
wrung out of sweat? Idle glitter of jewels
while others have scarcely rags? Houses
that are gilded seraglios, while there are
men and women sleeping wattes of
straw
1T will not be my fault" said Pierre,
that they sleep on straw. Pshaw! When
am rich shall not keep it all to myself.
1 shall take pleasure in giving
''He has read of Alnaschar," said Jean.
'In giving! cried Eeauxlieux. There
is no giving! 1t is theirs! 1t is their labor.
their lives, their deprivation. their want,
their suffering. that made all this money:
no matter how you come by it. 1t is theirs!
You can give them nothing. You can only
restore in part"
What puzzles me-" said Jean, lis how