The Minneapolis journal., 1902-09-06

against the wall.
Go Off" she hissed. "--s-s-sl Go off! !
haven't anything on!-Don't go off!
Open my door for me quick!-before any |
body else comes into the han!''
(which door is it," asked. She |
showed me. 1t had spring catch, and |
she had stepped into the hall to see If !
the catch was set.
THE catch was set" gasped Mad
emoisele de Chaurnont. Break the door |
get it open-anyway-quick
By good fortune had strength enough |
in my shoulder to set the door W1de on
it's spring, and she few to the middle OF |
the room, slamming 1t In my face.
Fitness and unfitness required nicer dis
elimination than the crude boy from the |
woods possessed. When saw her IN the
ballroom she had very little more on than
when l saw her in the hall. and that lit
tie clung tight around her figure. Yet she
looked quite unconcerned.
After we had eaten supper Doctor |
Chantry and I sat with his sister where |
we could see the dancing. on a landing OF |
the stairway. De Chaumont's generous |
house was divided across the middle by a
wide hall that made an excellent ballroom. |
The sides were paneled, like the walls OK
the room in which I first came to my |
senses. Candles In sconces were re- |
fected by the polished dark floor. A plat |
form for his fiddlers had been built at
one end. Festoons Of green were carried
from a cluster Of lights in the center OF
the ceiling. to the corners, making a bow
or the canopy under which the dancers
moved.
It is strange to think that not one stone
remains upon another and scarcely a
trace is left of this manor. When De
Chaumont determined to remove to his
seat at LIE Rayville, in what was then
called Castorland, he had his frst hold
pulled down.
Miss Chantry was blunt woman. Her
consideration for me rested On my being
her brothers pupil. She spoke more
readily than he did. From our cove we
looked over the railing at an active world.
Madame Eagle is a picture" remarked
Miss Chantry. "-Eaglel What a
name for civilized people to give a chris
tened child! But these French are as
likely as not to call their boys AIMS or
Marie, and it wouldn't surprise me II
they called their girls Cat or Dog Eagle
or Crow, she is the handsonest woman on
the floor
Except Mile. Annabel.' the doctor
ventured to amend
THAT Annabel de Chaumcnt." his sis"
ter vigorously declared, has neither
conscience nor gratitude. But none of the
French have. They will take your best
and throw you away with a suagh."
My master and watched the brilliant
figures swimming in the glow OF wax
candles. Face after face could be singled
out as beautiful. and the scant dresses re-
vealed taper forms. Nine. de Ferrier's
garments may have been white or blue
or yellow; remember only her satin arms
and neck, the rosy color Of her face. and
the powder on her hair making 1t white
as down. Where this assembly was col
lected from I did not know, but 1t acted
on the spirits and went like volatile
essence to the brain.
"Pheugh!' exclaimed Miss ChAntry.
how the French snell!''
l asked her why, If she detested them
so, she lived in a French family, and
she replied that Count de Chaumont was
an exception, being almost English IN his
tastes. He had lived out Of France since
his father came over with Lafayette to
help the rebellious Americans.
did not know who the rebellious
Americans were, but inferred that they
were people Of whom Miss Chantry
thought almost as little as she Gid Of the
French.
Croghan looked quite boy among 50
many experienced ga1lants, but we'll ap-
| pointed in his dress and stepping through
the figures featly. He was, Miss Chantry
said, student Of William and Mary COL
| lege.
This company Of gentry will be widely
scattered when it disperses home." she
told us. "There Is at least one man from
| over seas
thought OF the Grignon and Tank
families. who were probably on the road
to Albany. Miss Chantry bespoke her
brothers attention.
"There he is."
''Who?" the doctor inquired.
His highness," she incisively re-
sponded. prince Jerome Bonaparte."
remembered my father had said that
Bonaparte was a great soldier in a far off
! frxy nd a keH Cha n
If the great soldier was in the ballroom.
She breathed n snort and turned upon
my master. PRAY. are you teaching this
lad to. call that impostor the great
soldier?"
Doctor Chantry denied the charge and
cast a weak-eyed look Of surprise at me.
said my father told me Bonaparte was
a great soldier, and begged to know If he
had been deceived.
i "Oh" Miss Chantry responded in a
tone which sighted Thomas Williams.
well! will tell you facts. Napoleon
Bonaparte is one Of the worst and most
dangerous men that ever lived. He sets
the world by the ears, and carries war into
every country Of Europe. That is his
youngest brother yonder-that superfine
gallant In the long tailed white silk coat
down to his heels and white small clothes
with diamond buckles in his shoes. and
grand lace stock and ruffies. jerome Bon
and they say he is travelling In the north
now to forget a charming American tina,
Napoleon will not let him marry. He has
got his name in the newspapers Of the
. day, and so has the young lady. The
French consul warned her officially. Fo,
Jerome Bonaparte may be made little
king, with other relations Of your grea1
soldier" Et% "-E
The young man who might be made 6
little king was not as large as was my.
self, and had a delicate and womanist
cut Of countenance said he was no
fit for q king, and Miss Chantry retortee
that neither was Napoleon Bonaparte Fl
for emperor. J.
what is an enperor7' inquired.
: "a chief over kings" Doctor Chantr.
, put in. "Bonaparte is 4 conqueror an,
3 can set kings over the countries he ha
! conquered"
= said that was the proper thing t,
:, do Miss Chantry g1ared at me. Sh,
had weak hair like her brother. but he
= eyes were piercing blue, and the angle
" = Of her jaws were sharply marked.
I Meditating on things outside Of my ex
= perience desired to know what tn
! white silk man had done.
4 Nothing"
t Then why should the emperor civ
4 him kingdom?'
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