The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1902-09-08

sister again until spring; and added that
he was a fool, but when creature Of light
came across his path he could not choose
but worship. His affections had been
blighted by a disappointment in youth,
but he had thought he might at least bask
in passing sunshine, though fated to un-
happiness. I was ashamed to look at HIM,
or to give any sign, Of overhenring his
weakness. and exulted nightly in my
youth, despiSing the entertainments Of a
woman Nine. de Terrier watched the de-
parture from another side of the gallery,
and did not witness my poor masters
breakdown She came and talked to him,
and took more notice Of him than T had
ever seen her take before.
In a day or two he was quite himself,
ploddlng at the lessons, suddenly furious
at the servants and giving me fretful
histories of his wrongs when brandy and
water were not put by his bedside at
night, or warming-pan was not passed
between his sheets.
About this time 1 began to know with
out being taught and without expressing
1t in words, that there is q natural law
Of environment which makes ils grow like
the company we keep. During the first
six months Of my stay in De Chaumont's
house DR.. Chantry was my sole COM
panion. l looked anxtously into the glass
on my dressing table. dreading to see a
reflection Of his pettiness. I saw a face
with large features. eager in expression.
| The eyes were hazel and blueish around
the iris rims, the nose aquiline, the chin
full. the head high, and round temples
The hair was sunny and wavy, not dark
and tight fitting like that of my Indian
father and mother. There would be al
ways a scar across my eyebrow. noticed
that the lobe Of my ear not deeply
divided from my head. bat fashioned close
TO 1t IN triangular snugness, though I could
not have said So Regular life and album
dant food, and the drive Of purpose, were
developing all my parts. I took childish
pleasure in watching my Indian boyhood
go. and vital force mounting every hour
Time passed without marking until
January. The New England thanksgiving
we had not then heard of; and Christmas
was holy day Of the church. On Janu-
airy afternoon Nine. de Terrier sent
Ernestine to say that she wished To see
DR.. Chantry and me.
My master was asleep by the fire in an
armchair I looked at his disabled feet,
and told Ernestine I would go with her
alone She led me to wing of the house.
Even an Indian boy could see through
Annabel de Chaumont. But who might
1athom Nine. de F'errler? Every time I
T. saw her. and that was seldom, some
change made her another Nine. de Ferrier.
as II She We're a thousand women
IN one. I say her first a. white
clad spirit, who stood by nv
mead when | awOke; next a lady who rose
up and bowed to me; then a beauty among
dancers; afterwards, little girl running
| across the turf, or kind woman speak
| Ing to my master. Often she was dis
| tant hgure, coming and going with Paul
| and Ernestine in De Chaumont's woods
II we encountered. she always said, Good
day, monsieur and I answered Good
| day, madame
| I had my meals alone with Doctor
| Chantry, and never questioned this GUS
tom from the day I entered the house.
DE Chaumont's chief, who was over the
| other servants and had come with him
from the chateau near Blois waited
| upon me, while Doctor Chantry was
| served by another man named JEAN NV
master fretted at Jean. The older
servant paid no attention to that
Madame de Terrier and had lived six
months under the same roof as strangers.
| Consciousness plowed such a direct fur
row IN front of me that I saw little on
either side of it. She was a name, that
found written in the front of the missal,
and copied over and over down foolscap
paper In my practice of script:
| Eagle Madeleine Marie de Ferrier."
| Eagle Madeleine Marie de Ferrier."
she stood In her sitting room, which
looked upon the lake, and before g. WORD
passed between us saw she was unlike
any of her former selves. Her features
were sharpened and whitened. She looked
beyond me with gray colored eyes, and
held her lips apart.
(To Be Continued Tomorrow