The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1902-09-13
BOOK II.
WAND ERiNQ

sky, except few spirals which still I'M
wound from the lake. The underground
path to De Chaumont's manor descended
by terraces Of steps and entered black
ness.
A rank odor Of earth filled 1t; and I
never passed that way without hardening
for the insect-like song Of the rattle
snake. The ground was slippery, and
thick darkness seemed to press the soul
out Of the body. Yet liked It; for when
we reached the staircase Of rock that en-
tered the house. she would vanish.
And so it was. 80
she did say-"Good- highland good
morning" .,'
And answered. Woodworking and
good night
We were both physically exhausted My
head swarmed as with sparkles, and a
thousand emotions tore me, for I was at
the age when we risk all on chances.
sat alone on the steps, unmindful Of that
penetrating chill of stone which increases
rather than decreases the longer you sit
upon it. and thought Of all that had been
said by my new friend at the camp fire,
while the moon went over and lower,
the potter turned his wheel, and the idiot
slept 'n
The mixed and oblique motive Of human
nature-the boys will-worked like 81
gantic passions.
She had said very little to me in the
boat, and I had said very little to her;
not realizing that the camp talk, IN which
she took no part, separated us In new
way.
Sitting acne on the steps held this
Imaginary conversation with her:
IT am going to France!
You, monsieur"
Eyes, I!''
How are you golng?"
1T don't know; but am going"
THE Duke of Orleans did not mention
any such thing" =.
Bother the Duke of orleans"
'FWhen are you goins?
'Now.'
but It may not be best to go at this
time"
SIT Is always bast to go where you
are" "a
'Mensieur do not throw away your fu-
ture on an ineonsiderate move"
Madame, I will throw away my eter-
nity!"
Then I went back through the tunnel
to the beach, stripped and took plunge
to clear my head and warm my blood,
rubbing Off with my shirt.
On reaching my room the first thing
did was to make a bundle of everything
considered necessary and desirable.
There was no reason for doing this be-
fore lying down; but with an easier mind
closed my eyes; and opened them to
find sunset shining through the win
dows, and Doctor Chantry keeping guard
in an arm chair at my side.
Mature has taken her revenge on you,
my lad" said he. And now am golns
to take NINE"
IT have slept all day.!
'Renegades who roam the woods all
night must expect Ito sleep all day"
How do you know I have been in the
woods all night?"
II heard you slipping up the tunnel
stairs without any shoes on at daylight.
have not been able to sleep two nights
on account of you"
'Then why don't you go to bed your
self, my dear master? =
because am not going to let you give
me the slip another time. I am respon-
sJbIe for you; and you will have me on
your back when you go providing abroad
again"
"Again?" I questioned innocently.
Eyes, again, young sir! I have beer
through your luggage, and find that you
have packed changes Of clothing and
things necessary and unnecessary to a
journey-even books"
IT hope you put them neatly together"
Nothing Of the kind. scattered them
do you want me to go bare into the
world?" 7 laughed.
"Lazarre," said my master, s'you were
Q good lad, studious and jealous beyond
anything I ever saw"
'And now I am bad and lazy"
''Tou have dropped your books ant
taken TO WllQ ways.
'There Is one thing, dear master,
haven't done: I haven't written poetry"
He blinked and smiled and felt in hi
breast pocket, but thought better of it
and forebore to draw the paper out. There
was no escaping his tenacious grip. HI
sat by and exercised me in Latin declen
sions while dressed. We had our sup
per together. I saw no member Of tn,
household except the men, Pierre ant
Jean. Doctor Chantry ordered a mattros
put In my room and returned there witt
me.
We talked long on the approaching do
parture Of the count and Madame de Fer
rier. He told me the latest details Q
preparation, and TREMENDOUSLY explaine,
how he must feel at the loss Of his sister
IT havs nothing left but yeu. Lazarre."
my dear MASTER I said. patting on
OF his shriveled hands between mine. -
am going to be open with you.'
sat on the side Of my bed facing hi
arm chair, and the dressing-glass reflect
ed his bald head and my young hea
drawn near together.
"Did you ever feol as II you were
prince?" -
Doctor Chantry wagged a pathetic nesa
tive.
Haven't you ever been ready to dar
anything and everything, because some
thing III you said must!'
Again Doctor Chantry wagged a mega
tive.
Now have to break bounds-T hav
TO leave the manor and try my fortune
can't wait for times and seasons-to b.
certain of this-to be certain Of that
am going to leave the house tonight
and I am going to Francen'
my God!" cried Doctor Chantry
springing up. HE Is going to France!-
Rouse the servants!-Can De Chaumont!'
He struck his equity foot against the chat
and sat down nursing 1t in both hands.
restrained him and added my sympath,
to his groans. ~ .
Have you as much as Spanish rea
Of your own, my lad?" he catechised me
when the foot was easy.
acknowledged that had not
TT costs dear to travel about tn
world. 1t is not like coming down til
trail from st. Regis to Lake George. Ho'
are you to travel without money!"
laughed at the very uncertainty, an
answered that money would be found.
Found It isn't found. tell you!
1s inherited by the idle, or gathered by th
INSCRIPTIONS, or sweated and toiled fol
1t costs days and years, and comes
drops. You might as well expect to I'm
a kingdom, my lad' =
-. Maybe I shall find a kingdom. mas
teri
'Oh, what thing it is to be young!
sighed Doctor Chantry,
felt If uyself and hllgped INV Youth