The news & observer. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1894-current, 1897-07-25

sieur the Boodebip' had doubtless ne
| ticed the great gates Of the park before
/ the cafe: 1t was the preserve-the
| hunting park of one Of the grand old
| SeigneuIs still kept up by his descend
| ants the counts Of Fontonelcs-hun-
| dreds of acres that had never been
titled and kept rs wild waste Wilderness
I kept for days pleasure in a year
| and, look you! The peasants starving
i around its walls in their small garden
patches and pinched farms. And the
present Comte de Fo1.enelles cascading
gold on his mistresses in Paris. and
| The cOmtesse, his mother, and her daugh-
ter living there to feed and fatten and
J pension brood of plotting, black cowl
priests. All, bah! Where was your re-
| publican France then. But time would
come. The "Boofebil' had without
| doubt, noticed as he came along the
road, the breaches in the wall of the
park?
Dick, with slight dry reserve, "reck-
oned that he had"
| They were made by the scythes and
pitchtorkS of the peasants in the revolu-
ton of SO, when the count was emigre
or. as one says with reason, 'skeda-
dele" to England. Let them look the
|
tau-'bet your ifer'
| THE chateau" said Dick, with af-
fected carelessness. 'Wot's the blamed
thing like?'
1t was an old affair, with armour and
a picture gallery ana bric-a-brac. He
had never seen it. Not even as a boy.
it was kept very secluded then. As a
man, you understand, he could not ask
the favor. The Comics de FOntonelles
and himself were not friends The fam
lily did not like IL cafe near their sacred
gates where had stood only the huts of
their retainers. The American wOuId
observe that he had not called it cafe
de Chateau" nor "c2fe de FontoneIles"
the gold of California would not in
duce him. Why did he remain there ?
naturally, to goad them. 1t was a prin-
ciple, one understood To goad them
and hold them in check. One kept n
cafe-why not? One had ones prin-
clples. ones convictions-that was an
other thing. That was the kind of "'air-
pm, was it not, that he, Gustav Ribaud.
was like!
Yet for all his truculent socialism, he
was quick, obliging and charmingly at
tehtlve to Dick and his needs. AS to
DICK horse, he would have the hest
|
comparable one in the person of tbe
oi"ch IS to him, and if it were
~ nail Oh Gays and Dick must go. he
hlmself would be glad to pnrcbaso +i iie
BEAST his saddle and accoutron,a,tl 'i -
was an affair of business-on -.
neht Tor the cafe! He would rida a.
horse himself, before the gates of t tl,e
PIrh' 1t would please his cns+On,on me
| iAF' he nad learned a tr;oI. - .
free America. " LICK or two in
DICKS first act had been 70 sho 60
MS characteristic beard and mnsto e on
anu anu even submit his long eurIs 70 et ie,
image BARRIERS shears. while e4 .ne
"hicn he bought to take tbo -
tn nls Siouched sombrero. comnlatod 10
oidnsI ormation. His host saw ~ ms iis
= ra7.a oniy the natural preparation ~
tho S "sei, but Dick had really mada
for 10 lce-not from fear of detoction
andao;+r" u recovered his old, swaggerino {,
~ ,3-but from a ouick dicta+o rs
4; l"keh to his resemblance to tbo Nv l
ne was too genuine vastol,,a ~
~ W. yam a man to feel hattered OF
npiahce TO an aristocratic hulIv
"S ne belleVed the ancestral De Fen.
'oheles TO be. Even his momontorv
SENSATION as he faced the cure in Tho
picture gallery was more a yague sense
tnat liberties had been taken with his
lDlcks) personality, than that he had
borrowed anything from the portrait.
but he was not so clear about the young
girl. Her tender, appealing voice, al
though he knew it had been addressed
nlaiS apisien, etiH thrilled il his
The pluck that had made her withstand
her fear so long until he had uttered
that dreadful word still excited his adj
miration! His curiosity to know what
mistake he had made-for he knew it
must have been some frightful blunder
was ~all the more keen as he had no
chance to rectify it. What a brute she
must have thought him-or did she
really think him a brute even then, for
her look was one more of despair and
pity! Yet she would remember him only
by that last word, and never know that
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