Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1902-12-01
emoisselIe de Chaumont.

was DelnB played WlIh' anu sHS SAiSu OuS
laughing
did YOU 20 to Russia Partisan to
come back bear?'
1 entered her coach, intending to take
my leave as soon as had seen Count de
Chaumont. Annabel chartered all the way
about civil marriage, and directed Miss
Chantry to wait Aor us while we went in
to the mayor. 1 was perhaps too indiffer-
ent to the trick The usually sharp gov
erness, undecided and piqued, sat still.
The count was not in the mayors office.
A civil marriage was going forward, and a
strange bridal party looked at us.
Now, Lazarre," the strategist confded,
| your dearest Annabel is going to cover
herself with Partisan disgrace. You don't
know how maddening it is to have every
step logged by a woman who never was,
never could have been-and manifestly
| never will be-young! Wasn't that di-
| vine flash about the corbeille and the
| mayor? Miss Chantry will wait outside
half a day. AS said, she will be very
! tired Of sitting in the carriage. This
| is what you must do; smuggle me out
| another way; call another carriage, and
| take me for a drive and wicked dinner. l
| don't care what the consequences are, II
1 you don'tP
1 said 1 certainly didn't, and that I
| was ready to throw myself in the Seine
| if that would amuse her; and she COM
I
had a drive with a sympathetic coach
| man; and wicked dinner in a suburb,
/ which would have been quite harmless
| on American ground. The child was as
| full of spirits as she had been the night
she mounted the cabin chimney. But
realized that more of my gold pieces were
slipping away, and 1 had not seen Doctor
/ Chantry. 81
1--WE were going to the mayors" she
maintained, when reproached. my faith
er would have Joined us if he had been
/ there. He would certainly have joined
! us if he had seen me alone with you.
/ Nothing is so easy as civil marriage under
| the empire. OF course the religious sac
! rament follows, when people want 1t, and
| If it is celebrated in the church Of the
Capuchins-or any other church-five min
| utes before midnight, 1t will make all Par
is talk Every word ! said was true"
But Doctor Chantry believed some
thing entirely different"
you can't do anything for the
| English" said Aunabel. Next week he
| will say haw-haw." = -
Doctor Chantry could not be found when
we returned TO her fathers hotel. She
gave me her fingers to kiss in goodbye.
1 and told me was less doleful.
1--WE thought you were the Marquis du
I Plessy's son, Lazarre. always have be-
lieved that story the Holland woman told
1 y
perior to mine. Don't he cut up about
| Madame de Ferrier You may have to go
i to Russia again for her, but you'll get
| her"
The witch shook the mist of hair at the
sides of her pretty aquiline face, blew a
kiss at me, and ran up the staircase and
| out of my life. After waiting long for
and sent him with instructions to find my
master and conclude our affair before.
coming back. s5
The Indian silently ( entered the Du
Plessy hotel after. dusk, crestfallen and
! suspicious. He brought nothing but let
ter, left in Doctor Chantry's room; and
no other trace remained of Doctor Chan
try.
what has he. done with himself, Skene-
4 donk?' exclaimed. i. ---s
The Oneida begged me to read that we
| might trail him.
1t was a long and very tiresome letter
written in my, masters spider tracks,
containing long and tiresone enumera-
| tions Of his services. He presented
large blu for his guardianship on the voy-
| age and across France. He said / was
not only rich man through his influence,
| but 1 had proved myself an ungrateful
| one and had robbed him of his only SEN
timent after a disappointed existence. My
| impudence was equaled only by my as
/
| contemplate me as the husband of beauty
and lofty station, whose shoes he in his
| modesty and worth felt unworthy to un-
| latch. Therefore he withdrew that very
day from Paris, and would embrace the
| opportunity of going into pensive retire
ment and rural contemplation, in his ma
tive kingdom; where his sister would join
him when she could do so with dignity
| and propriety.
glanced from line to line smiling, but
the POSTSCRIPT brought me to my feet.
THE deposit which you left with me
shall carry with me, as no more than my
due for lifting low savagery to high gen.
tility, and beg to subscribe my thanks for
at least this small tribute of gratitude"
Doctor Chantry is gone with the mon
ey!''
Slkenedonk bounded up, grasping the
/ knife which he always carried in a sheath
| hanging from his belt.
(which way did the old woman go?'
"Stop!" I said.
! The Indian half crouched for counsel.
"I'll be a prince! Let him have it."
LET him rob your
| Were quits, now. I've paid him for
| the lancet stab I gave him."
But you haven't whole bagful of coin
left" e
1--WE brought nothing into France, and
1t seems certain we shall take nothing
| but experience out OF II. Ana m young,
| Skenedonk. He, isn't"
The Oneida grunted. He was angrier
| than had ever seen him.
1--WE ought to have knocked the old
woman on the head at Saratoga" he re-
/ sponded.
Annabers trick had swept away my
little fortune With recklessness which
repeated loss -engenders 1 proposed we
scatter the remaining coin in the street,
but Skenedonk prudently said we would
| divide and conceal it In our clothes.
| gave the kind valet handful to keep his
| heart warm; and our anxieties about our
valuables were much lghtened.
Then we consulted aboue our imminent
start, and 1 told my servant it would
| be better to send the post-chaise across
| the Seine. He agreed with me- And for
me to come to It as II by accident the
| moment we were ready to join each other
| on the road. He agreed to that. All of
our belongings would be put into it by the
valet and himself, and when we met we
would make circuit and go by the way
| of st. Denis.
1--WE will meet told hirn, 'at II o'clock
in front of the Tuileries."
Skenedonk looked at me without NOV
| ing a muscle.
1T want to see the palace of the Tuiler-
| les before 1 leave France"
| He still gazed at me.
"At any risk, am going to the fuller