The Dupuyer acantha. [volume] (Dupuyer, Mont.) 1894-1904, 1899-12-21

nificent 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 a 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 wh1tIs
and pulses, like a distant music. Half
way home, the last gold flicker van
ished from a great oak upon the left;
and when 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 flmy popiars.
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 politl-
| cal arena All was to be changed; as
the day departed, it took with it the
vestiges of an outworn existence, and
| to-morrow's 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 I 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 a sob-it, was
the only time he had spoken.
ours in this ense, that they are
nobody else's," replied the doctor. But
the state would have some claim. Ii
they were stolen, for instance, we
should be unable to demand their res
titution; we should have no title; we
should be unable ever to communicate
with the police. Such is the monstrous
condition of the laws It is a 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 al end.
Their entrance into Gretz was her
aided and accompanied by a most flu
rious barking; all the dogs in the vii
lage seemed to smell the treasure in
the noddy. But there was no n on
the street, save three lounging land
scape painters at Tentaillon's door
Jean-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 a lighted lantern; for the moor
} was not yet high enough to clear the
garden walls.
"Close the gates, Jean-Marie!" crieC
the doctor, somewhat unsteadily alight
ing. "Anastasie, where is Aline?"
"She has gone to Montereau to SCI
her parents" said madame.
= "Here, quick, come near to me;
don't wish to speak too loud!" he con
= tinued. Darling, we are wealthy"
S "Wealthy!" repeated the wife.
81 have found the treasure of Fran
chard," replied her husband. "See
here are the first fruits; a pineapple
a dress for my ever-beautiful-it wi
s suit her-trust a husbands, trust a low
= er's taste! Embrace me darling! Thi
u grimy episode is over; the butterf
unfolds its painted wings. To-morro'
Casimir will come; in a week we ma
a be in ~Paris-happy at last! You sha
d have diamonds. Jean-Marie, take
h out of the boot, with religious car