The Washington times., 1902-10-05

Ito tell me would not last. I saw sh
considered me one OF the upstarts of tn
Empire. singularly favored above he
brother, but under my finery the sam
French savage she had known in Amer
lea
Eagle brought Paul to me, and he tod
died across the floor, looked at me wise
ly, and then climbed my knee.
Doctor Chantry had been living il
Paris life above his dreams of luxury
When occasionally met my secretar,
be was about to drive out; or he wa
| returning from De Chaumont's hotel
And there l caught my poor master re
citing poems to Annabel, who laughed
and yawned, and made faces behind hel
fan. / am afraid he drew on the mar
quis' Oldest wines. finding indulgence II
the house; and he sent extravagant bill.
to me for gloves and lawn cravats. II
was fortunate that De Chaumont tool
him during my absence. He moved his
belongings with positive rapture. The
marquis and both thought 1t prudent
not to publish my journey.
Doctor Chantry went simpering, and
abashing himself before the French
noble with the complete subservience
of a Saxon when a Saxon does become
subservient.
''The fool is laughable." said the Mar
quis du Plessy. Get rid OF him, La
zarre. He is fit for nothing but hanging
upon some one who will feed him.
"He is my master" 1 answered. 81
am fool myself"
You will come back from Mittau con-
vinced of that, my hoy. The wise course
is to join yourself to events, and let
them draw your chariot My dislikers
say have temporized with fate. 1t is
true / am not so righteous as to smell
to heaven. But two or three facts have
been deeply impressed on me. There
is nothing more aggressive than the yir
the determination of a young man to set
every wrong thing in the world right.
He cannot wait. and take mellow inter-
est in what goes on around him, but
must leap into the ring. You could live
here with me indefinitely, while the ma
tion has Bonaparte like the measles.
When the disease has run Its course
we may be able 20 bring evidence which
will make it unnecessary for the Count
of Provence to hasten here that France
may have king"
Il want to see my sister, monsieur"
And lose her and your own cause
forever"
But he helped me to hire strong
chase, and stock it with such
as it would bear. He also
turned my property over to me, recon-
that should not take it into
Russia. Half the jewels. at least. con-
;idered the property of the princess in
but his precaution influenced me
% leave three bags Of coin in Doctor
care; for Doctor Chantry was
he soul of thrift with his own; and to
end Skenedonk with the jewel-case to
he marquis bank. The cautious Oneida
ook counsel of himself and hid 1t in the
haise. He told me when We were three
lays out.
1t is as true that you are driven to do
ONE things as that you can never en-
irely free yourself from any life you
ave lived. That sunny existence in the
'aubourg st. Germain, the morning and |
vening talks with man who bound me |
D him as no other man has since bound |
lie, were too dear to leave, even briefly,
'ithout wrenching pain. l dreamed |
lightly Of robbers and disaster. OF being /
thrust out of Mittau. of
eeing a woman whose face was blur.
nd who moved backward from me when
called her my sister; Of troops march
lg across and trampling me into the
,rth rs straw. / groaned in spirit. Yet
, Mittau was spurred by the kind of
'rce that seems to press from unseen
stances and is as fatal as tempera-
ent.
When l paid my last visit at De Chau-
onts hotel. and said l was going into
e country. Eagle looked concerned, as
Do Ferrier should; but she did not
IN her head to follow my departure.
he game of man and woman was in its
ost blindfold state between us.
There was one, however, who watched
8 out of sight. The marquis was more
itated than / liked to see him. He
ok snuff with a constant click of ths1
The hills of Champagne, green with
nes, and white as with an underlay Of
ak, rose behind us. We crossed the
,ntier, and German hills took their !
aces, with castle topping each. l !
ls at the time of life when interest
-etches eagerly toward every object; I
d, though this journey cannot be set I
wn In a journey as long as mine, the
ve!ty-even the risks. mischances, AMI I
ariness of continual post travel. come I
ck like an invigorating breath of salt v
ter. a
The usual route carried us eastward to J.
acow. the old capital of Poland, scat
ed in ruined grandeur within its brick n
lis. Beyond 1t ! remember a strong v
Id of the Middle Ages. called the For S
SIS Of Landskron. a
The peasants of this country. men In
rts and drawers >of coarse linen. and "
men with braided hair hanging down Il
Ter linen wells, stopped their carts as h
m as a post-carriage rushed into r
hit. and bent almost to the earth. At l