The River Falls times. [volume] (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1894-1933, 1897-03-02

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! to be able to explain the true cause OF
his agitated condition on the previous
afternoon. but even his business at the
Admiralty, and its result, seemed
| futile reason to offer for such weakness;
/ especially to an inquisitor whose eyes
| were already twinkling with sus-
! picion Of the truth behind.
h So he turned the conversation by ask
/ ing whether he might go to his rooms
! to-day.
Il "Oh yes, I dare say you might" was
the reply; but why hurry? You're
comfortable here, aren't you?"
| Hmm, pretty WE'LL said Dick.
with transparent affectation.
/ well, WELL said the old man, poor
| Madame de Montaut did her best, you
know. But you may co. he continued,
| making for the door with a humorous
pretense of bodily fear; you may go
! to-day, but don't get overheated, and
! don't be out after sunset. Good-by"
| And he fed chuckling.
| Dick was left laughing and swearing
| to himself. "Confound it! why am / so
! simple Every casual stranger can sail
| round and round me, and stare into my
! galley windowsr But he was only
| half displeased. This little bout had
| warmed him after all, and he felt the
| sanguine current of hope and active
| thought running through his brain like
| a mill-race in the spring sunlight. He
| had escaped the dreaded good fortune
| that had threatened him with imme-
| date Punishment, and he had begun
! to find his bargain with Camilla even
more profitable than he could have
ventured to expect when he made it.
| 1t was not until close upon 5 o'clock
| that Camilla returned However, when
| she did come, she came alone, and that
| YVES a consolation worth waiting for.
She joined Dick in the morning-room
downstairs, and settled herself by the
fire with perfect ease of manner. He
felt that his confidence might forsakc
him if he waited, and after he had re-
piled to her inquiries he took a plunge
ct once.
care you really Irish, and not French
at ALP" he asked.
Irish by BIRTH" she replied; French
by breeding and adoption. Oh, it is no
secret" she went on, with a smile, IS
Dick hesita ted to press the inquiry;
"and I would gladly tell you all about
it if I thought it could interest you;
but your synlpathies lie, as I told you,
in another direction altogether
Everything interests me that con-
Germs your burst out Dick. II am
longing to hear more
''It is true that the more I tell you,
the more completely you will acknowl-
edge me to be in the right she replied,
land that consideration would tempt a
woman to even greater imprudences
than this"
She laughed and looked him frankly
in the face. He felt that this was not
an opportunity for sentiment, and
caught gratefully at the camaraderie
she offered him instead.
"Good!' he said, smiling back at her;
then I will abandon my sympathies
and own you to be right and it shall be
simply a story that you tell me, if you
will
Eyes; but / shall claim one from you
in return. And now listen. 1 was
BORN she began sin the year 1885, in
the county of Tipperary. My mother
died when I was but few weeks old.
My father, Anthony Donoghue of Castle
Carol, was wrongfully suspected Of
being concerned in Wolfe Tones con-
spiracy, and when the rebellion broke
out in '97 the Orangemen were upon
him like tigers. He took me-a child of
less than year-upon the saddle in
front of him and rode for his life.
HE succeeded, after many narrow es-
capes, in reaching Bantry Bay where
number of patriots under Fitzgerald
and O'Connor were met to receive Gen.
Hoche and the French troops which he
was bringing over at their invitation.
My father, who had previously held
aloof, was now tempted to join them
for the sake of revenge.
"He sent me over to France in charge
of a deserter's wife, to whom he was al
so obliged to entrust the realized part
Of his fortune and the jewels which you
have sometimes seen me wearing She
proved worthy of his confidence, and
when he came to Paris after the final
collapse of the rebellion he found both
his daughter and his diamonds safe in
the house of Gen. Bonaparte himself,
to whose protection 1 had been COM
mended by a letter from Hoche.
"tAhr said Napoleon, when my faith
er went TO thank him, here comes Meta
bus in search of his little Camilla Il
appears that there is a story in Virgil
of warrior pursued by his enemies,
and encountered by the burden of an III
FAINT daughter named Camilla. Stopped
in his flight by rapid stream, he binds
the child to his spear, and with a prayer
to Diana hurlS her across, and himself
SWimS the flood, to find her safe and
sound upon the farther side. In graft
tude he vows Ter to the lifelong ser
vice Of the goddess who has answered
his prayer. 1t was to this adventure,
then-which our own so much resembled
that Napoleon was referring.
my father, who had all the wit Of
his race. took up the aIlusion at once