Frederick citizen., 1895-02-22

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sleepy old fishing smacks were there,
the peasant women in their wooden
SHOES. the sailors and fishermen. tie
mapping sails. the sea creeping lazily
along the coast. Where was Julie?
Our hot work and my bruised heart
mad changed me out of knowledge. I
looked for Julie, I enquired for Julie
Peopie shook their heads. At last an
OLD woman. as she sat knitting in the
sun. told me how five years ago a yacht
had anchored there; how the noble
English had generously treated the viii
lase; how the brutal English had ruin
ed Julie Perreyve, the prettiest girl on
all the coast; how she had trusted the
English honor; how she had waited for
Mllford's return: how she had sat on
the 1etty's edge looking out to sea
how at every village dance and festival
she had sat silent spectator; how she
had faded outflow she had died"
MY old friends voice trembled with
emotion. but he poked the fire again:
and, looking into the smouldering en-
bers he went on with the story that
had burnt its memory into his heart.
NO Indian bullet could have hit me
60 hard or so cruelty as that story Of
jules sorrow and DEATH and when
Terese sang those words last night It
seemed to me like an accusing voice
from the grave
But they are gone, a weary while. ah
mel
And he. my own, came home no more
from sea.
The sea looks black, the waves have
all moan.
And am left to sit and dream alone"
AS If to hide his emotion. he had
opened his desk and brought out the
song as he spoke, lying the familiar
printed copy before me.
by heavens! old friend, 1t needs no
hell In future state to punish a man
for the wrong he does in thisw he said,
fiinging himself into chair.
"A man must be q good fellow to
feel that" said.
1t Is kind of you to say So" he re-
piled, but think Of the rufflan he is to
begin with. Well, when l heard the
story of jules sorrow and death I did
not speak for some minutes. Then put
money into the old woman's hand
Take me to the place in which they
have buried her. said l looked down
upon the poor little green mound and
the wooden cross. II seemed as IL my
heart split in two"
God help you, my poor friend"
said; and took his hand in mine.
You may we'll say So" he answered
you may well. There is a streak o.
light in the tragedy. l went back t.
the old danes cottage. l sat down t.
talk to her Of Julie. I wanted to learr
everything about her. 1t was now 9
welcome penance to hear Of her devo
ton, her sorrow, her martyrdom \
clatter of wooden shoes ratified across
the floor Of the adjoining ROOM Ther
a childish voice called out Grand
mere The next moment a fairy 1,
wooden shoes came bounding in. an in
fant rising five. The old woman tool
her up and kissed her. This is he
child she said, turning to me-"
Whose, I asked. with a joyou
fearlessness."
"Julie's,' she said. We call he
Terese, the little English lady,
MY child I said, trembling like {
woman; my childr And even tina
hard Normandy grandmother pitied m,
when she guessed how much I hat
<uffered."
He sighed, and then facing me said
That is the bar sinister on thu
escutcheon Of Terese Ernstone. ough
to have confessed this to Hallam before
I permitted him to speak to Terese. II
was In my mind to say something tc
him about II, when he should have had
the answer he expected from Terese
But what I meant to say was polite
not the whole truth a sort of half-con.
fdence, intended to speak of the hum.
BILE origin of Terese's mother: no more
but now ] am going to confess all-tc
show him the entire blemish on the
birth Of the girl he wishes to marry, "a
share with me the bitter secret What
will he say? What will he do?"
Admire and love you, as I do for
your big heart, your maniness. and
your honor" said.
"Ah, don't say honor, my friend
but repentance, and the desire and In.
tention to atone for wrong are good
Hallam must make me a solemn prom
Use that whatever happens he will
never let Terese know what l shall
tell him. He Is master of himself.
What will he do?"
What his true heart dictates" ]
said.
He is coming here In an hour.
shall tell him this story Of Terese as
his secret and mine. You and / share
it first 1t is not our only confidence"
You know you may trust and COM
mand me-" l said
"I know" he replied.
"The priest OF the little village was
very good 10 me. have tried to de-
serve and TO reward his kindness. The
tombstone bears our names. jules and
mine. as man and wife. the date Of our
marriage, the day of her companions
wedding at Etretat."
you will tell Hallam all this?"
"Allw ne replied, resolutely.
"You are right" I said. whatever
may be the result"
"If you can spare me this evening.
dear friend, do; come to the club at
half-past six:want to talk to you: dine
at seven. Always yours, Hallam."
This telegram was awaiting me when
I reached my chambers at five o'clock
on the day Of my serious and interest
ing conversation with Colonel Ernstone.
Father and prospective son-in-law
had had their meeting. That was
clear. Hallam wished to see me on the
result.
Had the lover proved as self-denying
as / predicted7 read his telegram
over again.
1t seemed a cold message after what
I knew must have occurred. Come and
dine and congratulate me-" would have
been more in keeping with q dinner to
discuss a young mans forthcoming
marriage "Come 10 the club. I want
to talk to you." suggested, II am In q