The pioneer press. (Miller, Hand County, S.D.) 1893-190?, 1899-10-12
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SSC9%42S By ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON
INTERNATIONAL PRESS ASSOCIATION.


of shops, from which he returned laden
with costly fruits, real turtle, mag
| nifcent piece of silk for his wife, a
preposterous cane for himself, and a
kept of the newest fashion for the boy;
in and out of the telegraph office,
whence he dispatched his telegram,
and where three hours later he received
an answer promising a visit on the
morrow; and generally pervaded Fon-
| tainebleau with the first fine aroma OF
his divine good humor
The sun was very low when they set
| forth again; the shadows of the forest
| trees extended across the broad white
road that led them home; the pene-
| trating odor OF the evening wood had
| already arisen, like cloud OF incense,
| from that broad field of tree-tops;
and even in the streets of the town,
| where the air had been baked all day
| between white walls, it came in whiIfs
and pulses, like a distant music. Half
way home, the last gold flicker van
| ished from a great oak upon the left;
| and wlen they came forth beyond the
| borders of the wood, the plain was
already sunken in pearly grayness, and
a great, pale moon came swinging sky
ward through the hlmy roplars.
The doctor sung. the doctor whistled,
the doctor talked. He spoke of the
woods, and the wars, and the deposit
ton OF dew he frightened and bab-
bled of Paris; he scared into cloudy
bombast on the glories Of the politi-
cal arena. All was to be changed; as
the day departed, 1t took with it the
vestiges of an outworn existence, and
tomorrow sun was to inaugurate the
new. Enough" he cried, 20 this life
Of maceration," His wife (still beau
tiful, or he was sadly partiaD were
to be no longer buried; she should
now shine before society. Jean-Marie
would find the world at his feet; the
roads open to success, wealth, honor,
and posthumous renown. And oh,
by the way" said he, "for Gods sake.
keep your tongue quiet! You are, of
course, a very silent fellow; it is a
quality / gladly recognize in you-si-
lence, golden silence! But this is a
matter of gravity. No word must get
abroad; none but the good Casimir
is to be trusted; we shall probably dis
pose of the vessels in England"
But are they not even ours?" the
boy said, almost with sob-it was
the only time he had spoken.
ours in this sense, that they are
nobody else's," replied the doctor. But
the state would have some claim. If
they were stolen, for instance, we
should be unable TO demand their res
titution; we should have no title; we
should be unable even TO communicate
with the police. Such is the monstrous
condition of the laws 1t is mere in
*Let it be So for my tale.
stance of what remains to be done, of
the injustices that may yet be righted
by an ardent, active, and philosophy
cal deputy"
Jean-Marie put his faith in Madame
Desprez; and as they drove forward
down the road from Bourron, between
the rustling poplars, he prayed in his
teeth, and whipped up the horse to
an unusual speed. Surely, as soon as
her character, and bring this waking
they arrived, madame would assert
nightmare to an end.
Their entrance into GreE was her
aided and accompanied by most flu
rious barking; all the dogs in the vii
lage seemed to smell the treasure in
the noddy. But there was no one on
| the street, save three lounging land
scape painters at Tentaillon's door.
| Jean-M Marie opened the green gate and
| led in the horse and carriage; and al
| most at the same moment Madame
Desprez came to the kitchen threshold
with lighted lantern; for the moon
was not yet high enough to clear the
| garden walls.
! CLOSE the gates, jean Marie!" cried
| the doctor, somewhat unsteadily alight-
| ing. "Anastasie, where is Aimee"
She has gone to Montereau to see
| her parents" said madame.
Here, quick, come near to me;
| don't wish TO speak too loud" he con-
tinued Darling, we are wealthy"
| wealthy" repeated the wife.
| IL have found the treasure of Fran
/ chard," replied her husband. See
here are the first fruits; a pineapple
| dress for my er-beautiful-it will
suit her-trust husbands, trust a low
er's taste! Embrace me darling! This
grimy episode is over; the butterfly
unfolds its painted wings. Tomorrow
Casimir will come; in week we may
be in Paris-happy at last! You shall
have diamonds. Jean-Marle, take il
out of the boot, with religious care
and bring it piece by piece into the
dining We shall have plate al
| ~, hao