The Yale expositor., 1896-02-14

IN man ana wife. Inc
@ prophecy of the
magnificent sunset
overnight had not proved false. 1t was
a cloudless day on the marriage morn
ing. The nuptial ceremonies had pro-
ceeded smoothly throughout, and had
even satisfied Madame Danville. She
returned with the wedding-party to
Trudaine's house, all smiles and Sc
renity. To the bride she was gracious
ness itself. Good girl" said the old
lady, following Rose into a corner, and
patting her approvingly on the cheek
with her fan. Good girl! you have
looked well this morning-you have
done credit to my sons taste. Indeed,
you have pleased me, child! Now go
upstairs, and get on your travelling
dress, and count on my maternal affec-
ton as long as you make Charles
happy"
1t had been arranged that the bride
and bridegroom should pass their
honeymoon in Brittany, and then re-
turn to DanVille's estate near Lyons.
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such partings should be. The carriage
had driven off-Trudaine, after linger-
ing long to look after it, had returned
hastily to the house-the very dust of
the whirling wheels had all dispersed
there was absolutely nothing to see
and yet. there stood Monsieur Lomaquc
at the outer gate; idly, as If he was an
Independent man-calmly, as IL no such
responsibilities as the calling of Ma
dame Danville's coach, and the escort
ing of Madame Danville back to Ly-
ons, could possibly rest on his shou!-
ders.
Idly and calmly, slowly rubbing one
hand over the other, slowly nodding his
head in the direction by which the
bride and bridegroom had departed,
stood the eccentric land-steward at
the outer gate. On sudden, the sound
of footsteps approaching from the house
seemed to arouse him. Once more he
looked out into the road as If he eX-
pected still to see the carriage Of the
newly married couple. Poor grill
ah, poor girl" said Monsieur Lomaque
softly to himself, turning round to as
certain who was coming from the house.
1t was only the postman with let
ter in his hand, and the post-bag
crumpled up under his arm.
ANY fresh news from Paris, friend"
asked Lomaque.
VERY bad, monsieur" answered the
postman. Camille Desmouline has ap-
pealed to the people in the Palais Royal
there are fears of riot"
"Only riot" repeated Lomaque, sar-
castically. Ion, what brave gov
eminent not to be afraid of anything
worse! Any letters?" he added, hasti-
ly dropping the subject.
"None to the house." said the post
man-"only one from it, given me by
Monsieur Trudaine. Hardly worth
while" he added, twirling the letter in
his hand, "to put it into the bag, is it?"
Lomaque looked over his shoulder as
he spoke and saw that the letter was
directed to the President of the Acad-
envy Of Science, Paris.
Il wonder whether he accepts the
place or refuses it," thought the land
steward, nodding to the postman, and
continuing his way back to the house.
At the door he met Trudaine, who
said to him rather hastily. You are
going back to Lyons with Madame Dan
VILE, l suppose?"
This very day." answered Lomaque.
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acknowledging at Lyons, or near it,"
continued the other, dropping his voice
and speaking more rapidly than before,
"you would be doing me favor il you
would let me know about it."
Lomaque assented; but before he
could add question which was on the
tip of his tongue, Trudaine had van
ished in the interior of the house.
"A bachelor-lodging!" repeated the
land-steward, standing alone on the
doorstep. cat or near Lyons! Aha!
Monsieur Trudaine, put your bachelor
lodging and your talk to me last night
together, and l make out sum-total
which is, think, pretty near the mark.
You have refused that Paris appoint
ment, my friend; and 1 fancy I can
guess why"
He paused thoughtfully, and shook
his head with ominous frowns and bit
ings of his lips.
"All clear enough in that sky" he
continued, after awhile, looking up at
the lustrous midday heaven. GAIL clear
enough there; but l think I see lit
tie cloud rising in certain household
armament already-a little cloud
which hides much, and which for one