Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1902-11-10
BOOK II.-wANDERINe.


view remained in my thoughts when half
the distance to Paris was traversed.
could shut my eyes and see IL as
/ lay on the straw i'm post-house stable.
a square hole in the front OF the grenier
gave upon the landscape. Even respecta-
| BILE houses I'm tnat part OF the country
were then built with few or TO windows;
but delicious masses of gr~yEess they
were. rooted with thick and overhanglng
| thatch.
The stables OF France are nothing but
covered dunghills." Doctor Chantry
grumbled; so when crept with the In
dian TO lodgings over the cattle, one Of
| the beds in the house was hired for the
equity master. Even at inns there were
two or three beds in a room where they
set US to dine.
AN English inn-keeper would throw
their furniture into the fireH' he cried in
a language fortunately not understood.
But we have two good rooms on the
ground floor, and another for Skenedonk,"
1 sometimes demonstrated with him, at
three shillings and six-pence' day, in
your money"
You would not see any man, let his
rank be what it may" Doctor Chantry
retorted. dining in his bedroom, in Eng
land. And look at these walls!-papered
with two or three kinds Of paper, the
bare spots hung with tapestry mot-.-eat-
| en- and filled with spiders! And what have
we for table?-a board laid on cross-barsl
And the oaken chairs are rusn-bottomed,
and so straight ,.-e backs are persecu-
ton! The door hinges creak in these inns,
the wind blows through"
So his complaints went on, for there
never was a man who got so much out
of small miseries. Skenedonk and must
have failed to see all in our travels that
he put before us. For we were full of
| enjoyment and wonder; at the country
people. wooden shod the women's caps
and long cloaks: at the quiet fair roads
| which multiplied themselves until we
often paused enchanted in fairy world
of sameness; at market-towns, where
| fountains in the squares were often old
er than America. the country out of
which we arrived.
skenedonk heard without shifting
muscle all Doctor Chantry's grievances;
and told him we ought to cherish them,
for they were views OF life we could not
take ourselves. Few people are made so
delicately that they lose color and rail
at the sight of raw tripe brought in by a
| proud hostess to show her resources for
| dinner: or at a chicken coming upon the
table with its head tucked beneath its
| wing.
1--WE are fed with poulet. poulet. moth
ing but poulet," said Doctor Chantry,
until the pOulel lueHSClNcS are
| ed to look us in the FACET
We Jared well, indeed, and the wine
was good, and my master said one must
| sustain himself on 1t as Skenedonk and I
/ regularly marched. We hired cart to
lift him and our knapsacks from viii
lage TO village, with driver who knew
| the road to Paris. When the distances
were long we sometimes mounted beside
him. / noticed that the soil of this coun-
/ = ~ hoI ~ other lands
which I afterwards saw TO the east and
north; but Napoleon was already making
good the ancient thoroughfares.
When my master was on snipboard he
enjoyed the sea even less than the free
air on those broau stretches; for while he
| could cast an eye about and approve OF
approve OF something under the sky
perhaps a church steeple. or Lne color of
| a thatch which filled me with joy-he
could not approve OF anything aboard a
| ship. Indeed II was pity to have no
delight In cleaving the water. and in the
| far-off spouting OF whales, to say moth
| ing of living world that rides in undu-
lations. For my part, loved even the
creaking Of a ship, and the uncertainty
OF ever coming 20 port, and the anxiety
/ lost a black flag should show above every
sail we passed The slow progress Of
man from point to point in his experience,
while II sometimes enrages, on the whole
| interests me; and the monotony of a voy-
age has a sweetness like the monotony
of daily bread.
looked out OF the grenier window upon
the high road, and upon the June sun in
| the act OF setting; for we had supped
and gone early to rest after hard day.
Post horses were stamping underneath,
all ready for some noble count who in
tended to make another stage OF his
| Journey before nightfall.
Small obtrusive cares, such as the de-
sire that my shoes should last well into
Paris. mingled with joy in the smell of
| the earth at sunset, and the looking for
ward to seeing Madame de Terrier again
wrapped myself every night in the con-
viction that should see her. and see her.
and more freely than had ever seen her
| in America. . ...... ..
There was a noise of horses galloping.
| and the expected noble count arrived; be-
/ ing no other than De Chaumont with his
post coaches. He stepped out Of the first
and Ernestine steppe~ out OF the second,
| Carrying Paul. She took him TO his moth
er. The door few open, and the woman
1 adored received her child and walked
/ back and forth with him. Annaoel leaned
out while the horses were changed. 1
/ saw Miss Chantry, and my heart mis-
i gave me, remembering her brothers pro-
longed lament at separation from her.
1 He was. i trusted, already smut into one
/ OF those public b. 5 which are like cup
| boards: for the day had begun for US at
/ three in the morning. But IL he chose
| to show himself and fall upon De Chau-
/ mont for luxurious conveyance to Paris.
/ l was determined that Skenedonk and 1
/ should not appear. 1 wronged my poor
master, who told me afterwards he watch
/ ed through a crack OF the cupboard bed
/ with his heart in his mouth.
The pause was very short one, for
horses are soon changed. Madame de Fer
| rier threw a searching eye over the land
scape. 1t was a mercy she did not see
| the hole in the grenier. through which
1 devoured her. daring for the first time
| to call her secretly-Eagle-the name that
/ De Chaumont used with common free
| dom. Now how strange is 'this-that
| one woman should be to a man the sun
! of thingsi And what was her charm l
J could not tell. for l began to understand
/ there were many beautiful women in the
! world of all favors, and shapely perhaps
rs the one Of my love. Only her I found
| drawing the soul out of my body; and
| none of the others did more Than please
the eye like pictures.
,fLs carriages were gone with the sun.
and * was no wonder all fell gray over
! the world.
De ChaUmont had sailed behind us. and
| he would be In Paris long before US.
I had first felt some uneasiness, and
dread of being arrested on our journey