The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1902-09-25

We walked until sunset in the park, by
helped her down and stood with her at
the latitced door.
How bright it is here!"> said Eagle.
''It is very bright. came up the hill
from a dark place.
Did the news of his death meet you on
the postroad?'
1T met me at the foot OF this hill. Inc
goose girl told me-
ooh, you have been hurt!" she said,
looking at me. your face is all scanned
Don't tell me about Mittau to-day. Paul
and I are taking possession OF the
estates!"
Napoleon has given them back to you!'
Yes, he has! I begged the De Chau-
monts to let me come alone! BY hard post
ing we reached Mont-Louis last night. Y on
are the only person in France to whom
would give that vacant seat in the car
riage to-day"
I cared no longer for my own loss, I
am afraid has been too much my way all
through life; or whether 1 was a 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 be-
| fore 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 boundaries
of Pauls estates. Then we drove where
holly spread it's prickly foliage near the
ground, where springs from cliffs tricklec
across delicious lanes.
Hoary stone farmhouses, built four.
square like a fortress, each having 9
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 it's arms, I could see her breast
swelling and her gray eyes sweeping al
with comprehensive rush.
) An elderly man. shaking some salad in 9
; wire basket, dropped it at his feet, anC
bowed and bowed. sweeping his can to the
i ground. Some women who were washins
j around a rooted pool left their paddle:
and ram wiping suds from their arms
and houses discharged their inmates, ba
bies i'll children's arms, wives, old men
the simplicity of their lives and the open
ness Of their labor manifest. They sur
Tic T.. IidSle STOOD Eau
upon his feet that they might worship him
and his mouth corners curled upward, hi
| blue-eyed fearless look travelled from fac,
to face, while her gloved hand was kissed
and God was praised that she had com,
back. III
80 Jean!' she cried. is your mothe
alive?" and Marguerite! have you a sol
so tall?" $3.50 -.g
An old creature bent double walked GU
on four feet two of them being sticks
lifted her voice and blessed Eagle and tn
, child quarter Of an hour. Pauls mothe
listened reverently and sent him in Ernes
, tines arms for the warped human bein
to look upon at close range with her fail
ing sight. He stared at her unafraid an
experimentally put his finger on her knot
ted cheek; at which all the women brok
into chorus as I have heard blackbird
F rejoice.
Il have not seen them for so long!
Nine. de Terrier said, wiping her ewes
, I'VE have all forgotten our behavor!'
, An inverted pine tree hung over the in
door, and dinner was laid for us in It
I best room, where host and hostess serve
+ the marquise and the young marquis al
most on their knees.
When we passed out at the other end {
the village, Eagle showed me square
:. lowered church.
, '"The De Terriers are buried there-eS
cepting my father shall put a tablet
the wall for Cousin Philippe. Few Prot
l estants in France had their rights an
: privileges protected as ours were by tn
throne. mention this fact sire. that 70