The Washington times., 1902-10-12

who served US had served Madame dc
Ferrier's father and grandfather. The
gentle old provincial went about his
duty as a religious rite.
There was q pleached walk like that
In the marquis Paris garden, Of
branches flattened and plated to form
an arbor supported by tree columns:
which led to a summer house Of stone
smothered in ivy. We walked back and
forth under this thick roof Of verdure.
Eagles cap Of brown hair was rough
ened over her radiant face. and the open
throat Of her gown showed pulses beat
ing in her neck. Her lifted chin almost
touched my arm as told her all the
Mittau story. at her request.
Poor Madame d'Angouleme! The
cautious priest and the king should not
/ have taken you from me like that! She
knew you as knew you; and woman's
knowing Is better than a mans proofs.
| sho will have times Of doubling their
policy. She will remember the express
sion Of your mouth. your shrugs. and
gestures-the little traits Of the child
Louis, that reappear in the man"
II wish had never gone to- Mittau
to give her a moments Distress"
rs she very beautiful?"
"she IL like a lily made flesh. She
has her strong dislikes. and one Of them
is Louis Philirre-''
Naturally" said Eagle.
But she seemed sacred to me. Per.
haps woman brings that halloweaness
out of martyrdom-''
God be with the royal lady! And
you, sire!"
And you!-may you be always with
me, Eagle!'
This journey to Mittau changes moth
ing. You were willfu1. You would 90
to the island in Lake George; you would
go to Mittau."
Both times you So; Is
Both times brou ysa = ss
US not be sorrowful
"Sorrowful. am 550 Ba
impossible that t5aa i1t1- E.far.
and this day the Mar ,'lts D.. easy ee'
to me! wish the 8, hsf an zlt-f1t
the trees. as the g . g.. ,.ea-s ner
gander."
But want another ray" said Eagle.
"I=want oil the. days that are due mo at
home."
We ascended the steps Of the stone
pavilion. and sat down in an arch like
balcony over the sunken garden. Pears
A1t~ Anffanad
against the we'll, showed rudy
garnered sunlight through tho
dusk. The tangled enclosure
sloped down to the stream. from which
fairy wisp Of mist wavered over
flower bed and tree. Dew and herbs ana
the fragrance Of late roses sent up q
divine breath. invisibly submerging NJ,
like tide rising out Of the night.
Madame de Ferrier's individual traits
were surprised in this nearness. al they
never had been when saw her at
distance in alien surroundings. A swift
ripple, involuntary and glad, coursed
down her body; she sAuddered for Joy
half a minute or so.
Two feet away. worshiped her smil-
ing eyes and their curved ivory IDS.
her rounded head with its abundant cap
of hair. her chin, her shoulders, her
bust, the hands IN her lap, the very
sweep Of her scant gown about her feet.
The flash of extreme happiness pass
ing, she said grayely.
"But that was q strange thing-that
you should fall unconscious!"
mot so strange" said: and told her
how many times before the eclipse
under the edge Of which my boyhood
was passed-had completely shadowed
me. At the account Of Ste. Pelagis she
leaned toward me. her hands clenched
on her berast. When we came to the
Hotel Dieu she leaned back palli1
against the stone.
Dear Marquis du Plessy!" she whis-
pered. as his named entered the story.
When it was ended she drew some
deep breaths in the silence.
sire, you must be very careful. That
Bellenger is an evil man."
"But weak one."
There may be a strength Of court
policy behind him."
THE policy OF the court at Mittau -
evidently a policy Of denial"
Your sister believed In you.''
"Yes, she believed in me-"
"I don't understand" said Madame dc
Ferrier. leaning forward on her arms.
why Bellenger had you In London. and
another boy on the mountain"
Perhaps we shall never understand
IT."
II don't understand why he makes 1t
his business to follow you."
Let us not trouble ours
Bellenger."
'sBut are you safe In Fran
Marquis du Plessy's death?
II am safe tonight, at lie
Yes, far safer than you
Paris" 2
And Skenedonk is my
II have sent messenger sf
him." Madame de Ferrier 81
be here in the morning"
I thanked her for remem III
The excitement Of her hon
heard a far sweet call q 1ttl
of the hills. and Eagle
head
That must be the sh
Rochers. He has mis-
Les Rochers is the
tant of our farms, but IL
can be heard through an
forest. Paul will soon