Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1902-11-13

ample mar. and bright spirit. This slight
est fragrance Of scent was in his presence
and a shade of snuff on his upper lip ap.
peared fine supercilious hairs.
did not look at the servant of the Hotel
Dieu. The old noble and held each other
with unhinching gaze.
do you recognize him, monsieur"
81 do" the old noble deliberately ans
wered. IT should know this face anywhere.
Have. him taken to my carriage directly"
Your carriage. monsieur! He can be
sent -
Il said take him 10 my carriage"
''It shall be done. His eyes have opened
since he came in. But they sometimes look
as If they would speak, Their faces change
constantly. This other man who is grin
ming tonight may be- quite serious tomor-
row."
"And by the end of the month sorry
enough, eh?"
The servant of the Hotel Dieu Uttered
amiably, and 1 knew he was going for
help to lift me or the slab, when he ut
tered cry of surprise. The old marquis
wheeled sharply. and said:
"Eh. bienl Is this another of them,
promenading himseIf?"
/ felt the Oneida coming before his silent
moccasins strobe near me. He did not wait
an instant, but dragged me from the wet
and death cold marble to the stone floor,
where he knelt upon one knee and sup
ported me. o Skenedonk! how delicious
was the warmth of your healthy body
how comforting the grip of your hunter
armsl Yet there are people who say an
Indian is like snake! could have given
thanks before the. altar at the side of the
crypt, which my fixed eyes encountered
as he held me. The marble dripped into its
gutter as If complaining of my escape.
"Oh, my dear friend!" cried the SER
want
Skenedonk answered nothing at all.
"Who is this gentleman the marquis In
quired. that seems TO have the skin OF
a red German sausage drawn tight over
his head?"
This is an American Indian, monsieur
the marquis"
IAN Indlan?"
Eyes, monsieur: but he understands
French
Thank you for the hint 1t may save
me from having a German sausage drawn
tight over my head. I have heard that
American Indians practice giving their
friends that appearance. How do you
slxnow he understands French?"
ct think 1t is the man who used to come
to the Hotel Dieu years ago, when was
new in the service. He was instructed in
religion by churchmen in Paris, and learn
ed the language. Oh, my. dear monsieur
I think il is Iroduois that he is called
am aware the Americans have different
manners, but here we do not go into the
mortuary chapel OF the Hotel Dieu and
disarrange the bodies without permits
siony
skenedonk's eyes probably had less OF
the fawn in them than usual. felt the
cultural sound under his breast.
IT have found him, and now viii take
him"
but that is the marquis servaIitl'
1.-THE marquis is his servant"
"Oh, my dear monsieur the Indian! You
speak of a noble OF France, the Marquis
du-Plessyl Be satisfied pleaded the ser.
vitor of the Hotel Dieu, with this Other
body, whom no one is likely to claim! ]
! may be permitted to offer you that, IL you
are observation-disclosures 1t may cost me
my place!-and after IA years service! II
you would appease him. monster the mar.
quis-though do not know whether they
ever take money"
II will appease him." said the old noble
go about your errand and be quick
The servant fed up the stairs.
This man is not dead, my friend" said
the Marquis du Plessy.
| Skenedonk knew il.
"But he viii not live long in this cursed
II
| into my carriage with him, We will take
him and put him in hot sheets and SEE
what we can do for him."
| / could feel Skenedonk's antagonism Civ,
| ing away in the relaxing of his muscles.
/ But maintaining his position the Oneida
asserted:
"IIe is not yours!'
HE belongs to France"
France belongs to him!" the Indiar
reversed.
"Eh, eh! Who is this young mann"
1.-The king
I'VE have no king now, my friend. But
assuming there is a man who should be
king. how do you know this is the one?'
If Skenedonk made answer in words Il
was lost to me. The spirit sank to SUBJ
mergence in the body. remember com
batting motion like a drugged person.
! Torpor and prostration followed the re-
curing eclipse as that followed excite.
ment and shock. I was not i'll; and gath
! cred knowledge of the environment which
was different from anything 1 had before
/ experienced. De Chaumont's MAJOR was
a wilderness fortress compared to this
private hotel of an ancient family in the
heart of Paris.
lay in a bed curtained with damask
and looked through open glass doors at a
garden. Graveled walks, bosky trees and
masses of flowers, plats OF grass where
arbored seats were placed, stretched their
vista TO a wall clothed in ivy. which prov
ed to be the end of a chapel. For high over
the curtain of thick green shone a rose
window. The afternoon sun laid bare its
fine staining, but only in the darkness
when The church was illuminated and or
gan music rolled from it, did the soul OF
that window appear struck through with
| light.
strange servants and Doctor Chantrv by
glimpses, and the old noble and the Oneida
almost constantly, were about me- Doctor
Chantry looked complacently through the
curtains and Wishad me goodmorning.