Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1902-10-20

maids The travellers were mere chill
dren, while the counts daughter was
startling as an angel. Her clothing fit
ted her oody like an exquisite sheath.
do not know what 1t was, but II made her
look as slim as a dragon fly. Her white
and rose pink face had high arched nose,
and was proud and saucy. She wore her
hair beaten out like mist, with rich curly
sAreds hanging in front Of her ears 10
her shoulders. She shook her head TO set
her hat straight, and turned her eyes
in rapid smiling sweeps. knew as well
then as 1 ever did afterwards that she
was bound to befool every man that came
near her.
There were only two benches in the
cabin but IL was fioored and better made
than our hunting lodges. The temporary
inmates and their guests sat down in
a long row before the fire. 1 was glad
to make a pillow of a saddle near the
wall, and watch their backs. as an out
slider. Mademoisselie de Chaumont alb
sorbed all eyes and all attention. She
told about ball, to which she had ridden
with her governess and servants three
days journey, and from which all the
dancers were riding back a three days
journey to join in another ball at her
fathers house. With the hospitality
which made lie Ray de Chaumonts man
or the palace of the wilderness as 1t ex-
listed then she invited the hosts who
sheltered her for lie night, to come to
the ball and stay all summer. And they
lamented that they could not accept the
invitation, being obliged to hurry on to
Albany, where a larger party would give
them escore on a long westward journey.
The head of the house took up his bow,
as If musing on the ball, and Annabel
de Chaumont wriggled her feet faster and
faster. Tireless as thistledown that rolls
here and there at the will Of the wind. up
she sprang and began to dance. The chill
dren watched her spellbound. None of
us had ever seen the many figures through
which she passed. or such wonderful
dancing The chimney was built Of logs
and clay, forming terraces. AS If it was
no longer possible for her to stay on the
ground she darted from the bench-end to
the lowest log, and stepped on up as fear
lessly as a thing of air, until her head
touched the roof. 4donsieur Grignon play
ed like mad, and The others capped their
hands. Vide she poised so 1 sat up to
watch her, and she noticed me for the first
time by freight.
Look at that boyle has been hurt
the blood is running down his cheek!'
she cried. II thought he was an Indian
and he is white!''
She came down as lightly as she had
gone up, and caused me to be hailed
against my will to the middle of a bench.
and told them my head had been brOk-
en- two days before, and was nearly well.
The mothers, too keen to wash and band
age to let me escape, opened a saddle
pack and tore good linen.
George Croghan stood by the chimney,
slim and tall and handsome. His head
and face were long. his hair was of a
sunny color, and his mouth corners were
shrewd and good natured. 1 liked him
the moment l saw him. Younger In years
than 1, he was older in wit and manly
carriage While he looked on it was hard
to have Madame Tank seize my head in
her hands and examine my eyebrow She
next took my wrists. and not satisfied,
stripped up the right sleeve and exposed
a crescent-shaped scar, one of the rare
vaccination marks of those days. did
not know what II was. Her animated dark
eyes drew the Drows together so that
quicker came between them. looked at
Croghan, and wanted to exclaim: Help
yourself! Anybody may handle me-"
'Ursule Grignonr' she said sharply, and
Madame Grignon answered:
''Eh, what Katarina?" q-
This is the boy"
But what boy?'
THE boy I saw on the ship"
1.-The one who was sent to America
Madame Tank put up her hand. and the
other stopped.
but that was a child" Madame Grignon
then objected.
How old are your" they both put to
me.
remembering what my father had told
Doctor Chsntry, 1 was obliged to own
that was about eighteen. Annabel de
Chaumont sat on the lowest log OF the
chimney with her feet on a bench, and
int tod
point of silence. Something In her eyes
made It very CALLING to be overhauled and
have my blemishes enumerated before her
and Croghan. What had uplifted me to
Madame de Terriers recognition now
Knocked, and found 1t hard to submit.
1t would not go well with the next strang-
er who declared he knew me by my
scars.
what do they call you in this coun-
try?" inquired Madame Tank.
1 said my name was Lazarre Williams.
1T is noti" she said in an undertone,
shaking her head.
made bold to ask with some warmth
what my name was then, and she whis-
pered-"Poor child!'
1t seemed that L was to be pitied In
any case. In dim self-knowledge saw
that the core of my resentment was her
treating me with commiseration. Madame
de Terrier had not treated me so.
you live among the Indians?' Madame
Tank resumed.
The fact was evident
Have they been kind to you?"
said they had.
Madame Tanks young daughter edged
near her and inquired in whisper:
"Who is his mother?"
"Hush" answered Madame Tank.
The. head of the party laid down his
violin and bow. and explained to US:
Madame Tank was maid Of honor to
the queen of Holland. before reverses
overlook her. She knows court secrets
But she might at least tell u.s. cOaxed
Annabel, IF this Mohawk is Dutch
man."
Madame Tank said nothing.
What coula happen in the court Of
Holland? The Dutch are slow coaches
I saw the Van Rensselaers once. near