Chicago eagle. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1889-19??, 1897-01-30
CIIApTEI, II.

CHAPTER ii.
I will pass over the sad parting with
my mother and the few Incidents of my
journey To Kingsdcn. where I was to b.
met by some Of my grandmothcr's folks.
When the train reached my destination
I scrambled up. tho guard appeared.
lung open the door and deposited mo ana
my portmnntcau on tho platform.
\ heavy step criinchch on tho gravel
near me. looked up. \ very tall. and.
as 1t seemed 10 mo then. fabul0usly broad
man stood over me. a rough. gray-cloth
hat covered tangled yellow hair. blue
Saxon eyes looked down from under
suuarcly marked brows. the lower par.
OF the face was hidden IN thick blonde
beard and mustachc.
"Miss Damicn!" said he, In grave,
deep tones.
"lcs. l am OLGA Damien" I answered..
looking up ut him with n trcachcrons
culver of my mouth. which warned mo
that tears were not far on.
Hercules lifted mo up u tremendous
hcigh, into IN airy trap" ! liked DO.
Ing there. II was not ~ pleasant when
Hercules climbed In beside mo. carefully
ARA angling dust-cloth over my knees. and
easily gathering up the rcins. We started
of for our iivc-milc drive. Suddenly We
took sharp turn to the right. through
u gate which stood open. over bridge
under which stream murinurctl, and,
behold. tho house frontcd mo! An old.
law. long Eli2abcthan pile. gray. stone
built. and beautiful. We stopped nj tho
front door; 1t was open. which struc!;
mo then. ] remember. rs odd. ! was SO,
on my feet by Hercules, who then strodr
to tho wide door ut the foot If the stair
case. and called aloud, MADAME!
have brought her."
\ moment elapsed. during which, spite
of June sunset. cold shivcrs ran down
my back. Then u door opened. AMI
through 1t came my grandmother. with
hands ovtstrctchcd. All! She was like
IN oil picture-rlikc II lady from another
century. What u grandmother for mo ~
possess! As she stood smiling. and never
speaking. but holding out her hands IN
mo. held back no longer. ran straight
into the shelter Of hcr arms, let her pull
my hat off my tmmblcd locks. and felt
her caressing touch as she held my head
| against her breast and murmured over
me. In the s0ftest voice imaginable.
"My dear granddaughter! My poor
Constants fatherlcss little one! So thou
hast come to me at last. mon cnfani
Art thou very tired, then? Nay. do no,
weep. the journey has been II long on.
for such small feet"
Drawing mo into u room near. whereO!
| ! was too tired to notice anything but
that II smelt of roses. she rang u bell
In II moment Il middle-agcd woman up
prareh. with sweet. sober face. dressed
In black like her mistress. with one nj
those pretty Normandy caps which
framed the face like an aureolc.
"Espcrancc, this IL Monsieur Con
s,ants little one" said my grandmother
TREMENDOUSLY. DO you see likeness,
asked my grandmother, with kind %
appeal In her voice. The old scrvln:
woman shook her head.
"My Monsieur Constant had drel
brown eyes," she said. 1.-THE young dc
moiselle's eyes are gray. His complexio,
was n perfect olive-her skin IL fair undc
her black hair. But, madame. she re-
minds me striklngly of the old portal
of the Princess Olga. which was broush
from LII Chnudcnaye."
"You think so?' said my grandmothev
with evident delight. Eyes. you ar
right Esperance, II Is so. She has tn
same low brow and short upper lip: sh
Is aristocratic to the backbone. Thanl
heaven. there can be very little of tn
Carewcs about her"
"SShe Is tired. madame. 1t Is seye'
o'clock. ! shall take her straight to bed
Yes. my lamb" she went on to mo, scr,
II thou wilt. thou must he SO weary.
is frightful journey for SO young
creature"
l laid myself down In the strong arm
and wept quietly. My grandmothe
stole up and siroked my hair.
"She must wait. then, until t0-morrO,
to see her Uncle Remy," said she, softly
II wonder. Esperance. will he, too. ~