Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1902-11-27

THAT we do not know. You shall keep
yourself free from entanglements.
II am free from them-God knows am
free enoughl-the lonesomest, most UNI
friended savage that ever set out to con-
quer his own"
you were born to greatness. Great
things will come, to you"
eff you loved me could make them
Gomez
"sire, it isn't healthy to sit In the night
air We must go out of the dew"
"oh, who would be healthy! Come to
that who would be such a royal beggar
as ann" sesa
Remember" she said gravely, that
your claim was in manner recognized
by one Of the most cautions, one of the
least ardent royalists in France
The recognition she knew nothing about
came to my lips, and u told her the whole
story of the Jewels The snuff-box was in
my pocket. Sophie Saint-Michel had often
described II to her.
She sat and looked at me, contemplating
the stupendous loss.
.sThe marquis advised me not to take
them into Russia acknowledged.
There is no robbery so terrible as the
robbery by those who think they are DO
ing right sas =
81 am one Of the losing Bourbons."
''Can anything be hidden in that closet
in the queens dressing room wall7' mus
ed Eagle. IT believe could find 1t In the
dark Sophie told me so often where the
secret spring may be touched. When the
De Chaumonts took me to the Tuilerfes l
wanted to search for it. But all the state
apartments are now on the second floor,
and Madame Bonaparte has her own
rooms below. Evidently she knows moth
ing Of the secrets of the place. The queen
kept her most beautiful robes in that
closet. 1t has no visible door. The wall
opens. And we have heard that door
was made through the back of it to let
upon a spiral staircase OF stone ana
through this the royal family made their
escape to Varennes, when they were ar
rested and brought back.
We fell into silence at mention Of the
unsuccessful fight which could nave
changed history; and she rose and said,
Good night, sire. "
Next morning there was such a deli
cious world to live in that breathing was
A Measure Dew gauze spread far and
wide over the radiant domain. Sounds
from cattle and stables, and the voices OF
servants drifted on the air. Doves wheeled
around their towers, and around the chat
eau standing like a white cliff.
Il walked under the green canopy,
watching the sun mount and waiting for
Madame de Terrier. When she did appear
the old man who had served her father
followed with a tray. could only say,
Good morning, madame" not daring to
add, 81 have scarcely slept for thinking
of you
1--WE will have our coffee out here" she
told me.
1t was placed on the broad stone seat
under the arch Of the pavilion where we
sat the night before; bread, unsalted bntI
ter from the farms, the coffee. the cream,
the loaf sugar. Madame de Ferrier her
self opened door in the end of the wall
and plunged into the dew of the garden.
Her old servant exclaimed. She caught her
hair in briers and laughed, tuclzing it up
from falling and brought Off two great
roses, each the head and the strength of
a stem, to lay beside our plates. The
breath of roses to this hour sends
through my veins the joy of that.
Then the old servant gathered wall fruit
for us, and she sent some in his hand to
Paul. Through festooned arch of the
lavilion giving upon the terraces, we saw
d bird dart down to the fountain, tilt and
drink, tilt and drink again. and flash
away. Immediately the multitudinous re-
joicing of a skylark dropped from upper
air. When men would send thanks to the
very gate of heaven their envoy should be
a slxylark.
Eagle was like a little girl as she list
ened.
This is the first day of September, sire"
is IL L LuOuBuI IL was tAAS INST NNJ "
creation"
IT mention the date that you may not
forget it. Because am going to give you
something today" AZ
My heart leaped like a conqueror's.
Her skin was as fresh as the roses, look
ing marvellous to touch. The shock Of i'm
minent discovery went through me. For
how can a man consider woman forever
as picture? A picture she was, in the
short WASTED gown of the empire, of that
white stuff Napoleon praised because 1t
was manufactured in France. 1t showed
the line of her throat, being parted half
way down the bosom by ruff which en-
circled her neck and stood high behind 1t.
The transparent sleeves chung to her arms.
and the slight outline Of her figure looked
long in it's close casing.
The gown tail curled around her Slip
nered feet, damp from the plunge in the
garden She gave 1t a little kick and rip
pied again suddenly throughout her
length
Then her face went grave, like child's
when it is surprised in wickedness.
But our fathers and mothers would