The Washington times., 1902-09-07

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in the hot sunshine which produced An
| mabel de Chaumont.
After that we met each other as corr
rades meet, and both of us changed like
the face of nature, when the snow went
and warm winds came.
This looking at her without really ap-
preaching was going on innocently when
one day Count de Chaumont rode up tC
the manor, his horse and his attendant
servants and horses covered with mud
filling the place with a rush of life.
He always carried himself as If ht
felt extremely welcome in this world
And though a man ought to be welcome
in his own house, especially when he
has made it a comfortable refuge fol
outsiders, met him with the secret re-
sent nent we bear an interloper.
He looked me over from head to foo,
with more interest than he had ever
before shown.
I'VE are getting on, We are getting on
Is 1t DR.. Chantry, or the little madame
or the winter housing. Our white blood
is very much in evidence. When Chief
Williams comes back to the summer
hunting he will not know his boy
1.-The savage is inside yet. monsieur, =
told him. Scratch me and see.'
mot l." he laughed.
''It is late for thanks, but will now
thank you for taking me into your
house,
He has learned gratitude for little
favors! That is Nine. de Terriers
work.
Il hope 1 may be able to do something
that will square our accounts
That's DR.. Chantry's work. He is
full of benevolent intentions-and never
empties himself When you have learned
all your master knows, what are you
going to do with it?''
Il am going to teach our Indians"
Good. You have a full days work
before you. Founding an estate in the
wilderness is nothing compared to that
You have more courage than De Chau-
mont
Whether the spring or De Chaumont
drove me out, could no longer stay in
doors. but rowed all day long on the
lake or trod the quickening woods. Be-
fore q, Pierre could get audience with
his house C>ccounts, De Chaumont was
in Nine. de Terriers rooms. inspecting
the water blotched letter. He did not
appear as depressed as he should have
been by the death of his old friend
These French have no hearts," told
Dr. Chantry.
He took off his horn spectacles and
wiped his eyes. responding:
But they find the way to ours!'
Slipping between islands in water
paths that wound as meadow
stream winds through land, L
tried to lose myself from the uneasy
pain which followed me everywhere.
There may be people who look over the
scheme of their lives with entire COM
ilacence. Mine has been the outcome of
such strange misfortunes as to furnish
evidence that here is another fate than
the fate We make ourselves. In that
early day felt the unseen lines tighten
around me. l was nothing but a young
student of unknown family. able to read
and write, to talk little English. with |
some knowledge of history, geography. |
and Latin. Strength and |
scope came by atoms. / did not know |
hen asNI know now that / am slow |
'ort. An oak does not accumulate rings |
With more deliberation than / change |
ind build myself
Ny master told me a few days later
hat the count decreed Madame de Fer
'ier must go back to France. He in
ended to go with her and push her
lain; and his daughter and his daugh-
er's governess would bear them COM
'any. Doctor Chantry and / contem-
dated each other, glaring in mutual
olennity. His eyes were red and
ratery. and the nose sharpened its cone
When are they going?" inquired.
"As soon as arrangements for COM
ortable sailing can be made. l wish
we're going back to England. 1 shall
lave 10 save twenty-five years before /
an go, but the fund is started"
II / saved a hundred and twenty-five
ears | could not go anywhere: for |
ad nothing TO save. The worthless
ess of civilization rushed over me.
When | was an Indian the boundless
'orld was mine. could build a shell
Gr and take food and clothes by my
treneth ard skill. Ny beat or my strong
sgs carried me TO all boundaries.
! did not know what allied me. but
hased by these thoughts 10 the lake.
etermined not 10 go back again TO De
haumonts house. | was sick, and my !
lother woods opened her arms. As IL to !
how me what / had thrown away to
aunt the cages of men, one of those I
range sights which is sometimes seen
/ that region appeared upon the noun !
lin No one can tell who lights the /
,rch. A thread of fire ran up like an t
pening seam, broadehed. and threw CUT
ink ravelings The fame wavered. Y
aled by daylight. but shielding itself
ith strong smoke, and leaped from G
dge to ledge. l saw mighty pines, b
anding one moment green. and the
Nt, columns of fire. So the mass di-
'rged, or ran together until mountain i
fire stood against the sky, and
retchcd its reflection. glowing fur t
ice, across the water. a