The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1895-01-15
CHAPTER IV.-CONTINUED.

She listened; but she hardly under
stood him. She feared but he half i'm
bued her with his feeling. She doubted
IL he We're, not possessed of sacred
fury. And while she was sure that her
n-BeaubieuX-could not be other
wise than right, yet great melancholy
oppressed her, as if for the first time
she saw thrones shake and the old
order of things go by. "Oh. what Shall
we do with him, NJ. Etienne?' she
cried when he had gone.
Nothing" said NJ. Btienne, "the
good God has him in hand"
Sometimes when BeauXlieuX. came
home, he had strange tales of his eX-
perience in the prisons, where he had
gained permission to practice and to
study. Sometimes he had nothing at
all to say, as if words fell short of
power. Once, in contrast to all this, he
brought his mother the most charming
Partisan costume, the daintieSt hat and
mantle. 1t made her feel herself a
woman of the world again when SHE
put them on you look like all the
rest of them"' said BeauXlieuX, "only
q thousand times lovelier than any of
them. You shall go up with me and see
the new Paris. You get into a rut llv-
ing in solitude, like the rest of the un-
derground people. You shall go to the
opera again; you shall go to the Bon
NIarche.'
The extravaganza, BeauXlieux! No.
no, do not wish to co.
Reason the more that you should
60. And as for expenses, if money
does not grow on bushes now, yet l
have all we need. And, my first duty
being to you, my mother, there will
still be that which will suffice for the
new Crusade, in saving those who are
in this day the sepulchre of Christ, in
carrying succor to how many of the
sad and sorry
1t had plainly become a passion with
him, this care for the spirits in prison
not only behind iron CRATES but in the
bonds of rude flesh His mother could
not explain why the whole thing gave
her such vague uneasiness. She turned
for comfort. as usual, to NJ. Etienne.
1T is time that he ranged himself, that
l found for him some young girl with
sufficient dot" her thoughts summon
ing up an array of possible and impos-
slble young princeS3es.
But my people. my friends, are
gone. The Chevalier St. Malo died
last year. Mortignat is imbecile. I
doubt if there is one left in the world
who knows that the Duchess des Sara
zines Beauxlieux lives And he begins
to have money. The bourgeois spirit
of the time will seize him if we do not
beware. Is lit that it is the habit of all
young men, playing, as he does, at a
profession, so soon to arrive at wealth."
II do not know" stammered NJ.
Etienne. We've may be sure"
The duchess looked at him in sur
prise. Sure of what? Was NJ Btienne
disturbed that BeauXlieuX found
money easily? OF course whatever a
Saraznes BeauXlieuX attempted, he
would do as we'll as the best. Had not
even poor little Pierre made money?
What is it, monsieur? You, also.
you a physician, you should know"
Il have always had sufficient, mad
ame," said NJ. Etienne, with an air of
cold restraint quite foreign to him, and
leaving her with an abrupt bow, as if
he heard some one speaking without,
he paused in tthe great hall to wipe his
forehead. What he did know very well
was that no young physician could