Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1902-11-24

her old friend the marquis.
1 helped her. down and stood with her
at the latticed door.
''How bright it is here!' said Eagle.
cit is very bright. came up the hill
from dark place"
did the news of his death meet you on
the post-road?"
TT met me at the foot of this hill The
goose girl told me-.
''Oh, you have been hurt!'' she said,
looking at me. your face is all scanned
Don't tell me about Mittau today. Paul
and I are taking possession of the es-
tatesr'
Napoleon has given them back to you'll"
Yes, he has! begged the De Chau-
monts to let me come alone. BY hard post
ing we reached Mont-Louis last night. You
are the only person in France to whom
would give that vacant seat In the car
riage today"
I cared no longer for my own loss, as
I am afraid has been too much my way all
through life; or whether was prince or
not. Like paradise after death, as so many
of our best days come, this perfect day
was given me by the marquis himself
Eagles summer dress touched me. Paul
and Ernestine sat facing US, and Paul ate
cherries from a little basket, and had his
fingers wiped, beating the cushion with his
heels in excess Of impotence to begin
again.
we paused at a turn of the height before
descending, where fields could be seen
stretching to the horizon, woods fair and
clean as parks, without the wildness OF
the American forest, and vineyards OF
bushy vines that bore the small black
grapes. Eagle showed me the far bounda-
ries of Paul's estates. Then we drove
where holly spread its prickly foliage near
the ground, where springs from cliffs
trickled across delicious lanes.
Hoary stone farmhouses, built four
square like a fortress, each having a
stately archway, saluted us as we passed
by. The patron and his wife came out.
and laborers. pulling their caps, dropped
down from high-yoked horses.
But when the long single street of stone
cottages which formed the village opened
its arms, could see her breast swelling
and her gray eyes sweeping all with COM
prehensive rush.
An elderly man, shaking some salad in
a wire basket, dropped 1t at his feet and
bowed and bowed, sweeping his cap to the
ground. Some women who were washing
around rooted pool left their paddles and
ran. wiping suds from their arms; and
houses discharged their inmates, babies in
children's arms, wives, old men. the sim
plicity of their lives and the openpess Of
their labor manifest. They surrounded the
carriage. Eagle stood Paul upon his feet
that they might worship him, and his
mouth corners curled upward his blue
eyed fearless look Travelled from face to
face, while her gloved hand was kissed,
and God was praised that she had come
back.
20 Jean!' she cried, sis your mother
! alive?'' and Marguerite, have you a SON
so tall?''
An old creature bent double, walked out
on four feet, two Of them being sticks,
lifted her voice and blessed Eagle and
the child a quarter of an hour. Paul's
mother listened reverently, and sent him
in Ernestine's arms for the warped hui
man being to look upon at close range
with her falling sight. He stared at her
unafraid. and experimentally put his fin
ger on her knotted cheek; at which all
the women broke into chorus as have
heard blackbirds rejoice.
II have not seen them for so long"
Madame de Terrier said, wiping her eyes.
1--WE have all forgotten our behavior
An inverted pine tree hung over the inn
door, and dinner was laid for us in its
best room, where host and hostess serv-
ed the marquise and the young marquis
almost on their knees.
When we passed out at the other end
of the village Eagle showed me square,
lowered church.
: THE De Terriers are buried there-ex-
cepting my father. shall put a tablet In
the wall for Cousin Philippe. Few Protest.
ants in France had their rights and priv
ileges protected as ours were by the
throne. 1 mention this fact, sire, that you
may lay it up in your mind We have been
good subjects, well worth our salt in time
of war"
Go Be continued.)