The Cook County herald. [volume] (Grand Marais, Minn.) 1893-1909, 1896-09-05


mother warned her she must be wary;
such fine qualitie, oftentimes screened
the worst souls. Colette, however
maintained stoliesr not a word OF the.
village gossip was true. Indeed, said
she, they say slmost as naughty
things Of me because they think am.
proud. And YOU know, mamma, am
not proud nor wicked So every time
s Colette fetched the grist to the mill
she returned radiant and. full of praise.
4 of the miller. Al length one day he
said to her, so she reported:
II : .Colette, am going to ask YOU
something. s#55s 55a II s53 }ss
& :" 8 If it is one thing / know what my
answer will be, she responded with
much piquancy.
.'.sWell, If should ask you to marry
me vi: ss,5 i.s5 III S&E $
= Then / should answer Nor #
Z - 'Why? says the miller, his heart
sinking to his boots, no doubt, but zris-
: ing again very quickly when he catch
es the twinkle Of mischief IN her eyes
g Because q common miller could
never win my heart, says she coquet-
tishly, yet with something truly dra-
matte in her pose. THAT is only for a
great man. Fl, n Is5S
"a seigneur?' yentured the miller.
!" Higher
"A governor?
Nay, higher 2z
!" "A prince? 49,. s. IS d s*e ssE |.i IS
Even higher . sgE
GA king? "a #s
Yes, a king Then, after a pretty
pause: And that is thou, my dear
king of the millv" .5
'.NoW he draws her hands across the
door of the mill and kisses her fair
head that is fallen against his breast
and that is: all. Let us suppose they
simply looked out in a day-dream,.
across the little River of; Angels, to.
the pleasant daisied meadows and
green fields about here. szS.5 .i
=" Well says Zephrin to her very
grayely and with a new, strange look
in his eyes-a look that frightens her.
not a little. .S
They call me in contempt "the
King of the Mill but they shall bow
before me yet as before king. And
indeed shall wear the robes Of a
king and speak the noble words of q
king, which I am getting by rote each
night where they see my lamp burning
in the dormer' window. Helm! They
shall sit like rats the rats whose em-
peror they say am now, while I hold
them in spell with the brave lines of
Moliere OF Corneille! OF Racine! z sf#S.
r. The good st. Ann protect US! Who
are they ALP cries Colette, now much
perturbed. But the miller continues
without noticing the interruption.
"sAnd Isshall come to you then s7ith
my triumphs; in my fine royal robes Of
purple and gold and ermine; with my
glorious jeweled crown. And I shall
kiss your hand in homage to your
in homage to your beauty and lay these
laurels, these trinmphs at your feet,
my queen! my Colette!' 55 .5 =
Just then appears a farmer with his
grist and the happy, frightened girl
fits away. like a startled Bird
bon Dieu!" said Brabon. s'I see.
The stage was his vagary!'
"Yes," said the notary, bowling his
head as before some great mystery
AT the college entertainments, while
strutting through the plays of these
great masters in the little hall, with its
small stage and crude scenery; before
the common village audiences, he first
heard the siren voice of Art And it is
s a SIRENS voice to some, you know,
3rabon. Eth bien! What is the differ
nee? He is playing role w-how
tragic a role .... ~. T.
But about Colette? r. interrupted Bra
bon, with some impatience. The gentle
sentimentality Of the notary escaped, to
an extent, the bluff, practical drummer.
"Ah! there is the role the role of
beauty and distinction! Think Of It!
All along she has believed in him