The Washington times., 1902-09-28

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There was Mademoiselle de Chaumont
in the midst of gallants. and better pre-
pared to dance gavotte than any other
charmer in the room. For her gauze
dress, fastened on the shoulders so that
1t fell not quite on her bosom. reached
only to the middle OF the calf This may
have been for the protection OF rosebuds
with which ribbons drawn Iengthwiss
through the skirt, were fringed; but It
also showed her child-lilse feet and an
kles. and made her appear tiptoe like q
fairy, and more remarkable than any
She held a crook massed with ribbons
and rosebuds IN her hand. rallying the
men to her standard by the lively chat
ter which they like better than wisdom.
Mademoiselle Annabel gave me her
hand to kiss. and made room for the Mar
felt abashed by the looks these courtiers
gave me. but the marquis put them read
lily In the background. and delighted in
the poppet, taking her quite to himself.
1--WE hear such wonderful sto-
ries about you. Lazarrel Besides.
Doctor Chantry came to see VI
and told US all he knew. Remember,
Lazarre belonged to US before you dis
covered him, monsieur the Marquis du
Plessy! He and are Americans!"
Some women near US commented. as
seemed to be the fashion in that society,
with frankness which Indians would
have restrained.
"See that girl! The emperor may now
imagine what his brother Jerome has
done! Her father has brought her over
from America to marry her., and IL will
need all his money to accomplish that..'
Annabel shook the rain of misty hair
at the sides of her rose pink face. and
laughed a joyful retort.
mo wonder poor Prince Jerome had
to go to America for a wife, Did you
ever see such hairy faced frights as
these ParisiaEs of the Empirei Lazarre
fell Ill looking at them. He pretends
he doesn't see women, monsieur. and
goes about with his coat skirts loaded
with books. used to be almost as much
afraid Of him as / am of you!"
"Ah, mademoiselle, dread to enter
paradise - ~
why, monsieur
The angels are afraid of Jue!"
Not when you smilAr
Teach me that adorastes smile Of
yours!''
"oh. how improving you will be to
Lazarre, monsieur! He never paid me
a compliment in his life. He never said
anything but the truth"
THE lucky dog! What pretty things
he had to say!'
Annabel laughed and shook her mist
in great enjoyment. l liked to watch
her, yet 1 wondered where Madame de
Ferrier was, and could not bring myself
to inquire.
These horrible incense pots choke
me-" said Annabel.
Il like them," said the marquis.
do you? So do t. she instantly!
agreed with him.
Though we get enough incense iuf
church,
Il should think so, Do you like
mass?"
II was brought up on nv knees. But
I never acquired the real devotee's
back"
''Sit on your HEELS" impaired Anna
bel in strict confidence. TRY it,
II will. All, mademoiselle. anyone who
could bring such comfort into religion
might make even wedlock endurable!"
Madame de Ferrier appeared between
the curtains of deep window. She
was talking with Count de Chaumont
and an officer in uniform. Her facei
pulsed a rosiness like that CULVER in
winter skies. which we call northern
lights. The clothes she wore, being al
ways subdued by her head and shoul-
iers. were not noticeable like other
clothes. But I knew as soon
IS her eyes rested on me that she
'ound me changed.
De Chaumont came a step to meet
ne, and I felt miraculously equal to
,im, with some power which was not in
ne before.
You scoundrel. you have fallen into
uck,' he said heartily.
Zone of our proverbs Is, "A blind pig
will find an acorn once in WHILE"
There isn't a better acorn in the
woods, or one harder to shake down.
low did you do to-
I gave him a wise smile and held my
ongue; knowing we'll that IL 1 had re-
NAMED in Ste. Pelagie and the fact ever
anne to De Chaumont's ears, like other
uman beings he would have reprehend-
d my plunging into the world.
I'VE are getting on tremendously.
.azarre. When your inheritance falls
n. come back with me TO Castorland.
We will found u wilderness empire,''
/ did not inquire what he meant BY
ny Inheritance falling in. The marquis
ressed behind me. and when l had
poken to Madame de Ferrier | knew Il
ras his right to take the hand of the
roman who had been his little neighbor.
''You don't remember me. madame?"
"Oh. yes. / do Monsieur du Plessy: and
our wall fruit. too"
"The rogue, Permit me to tell you
hose pears are Fastening to be ready
1r you once more.
"And Bichette. monsieur-is dear old
'ichette alive?"
"She is alive, and draws the chair as
-ell as ever. 1 hear you have a little
on. He may love the old pony AMI