The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1902-09-12
AMAZING
Chapter TX.

Chapter TX.
The FOOLS outCry startled me less than
Madame de Terrier. She fell against me
and sank downward, so that l was Obliged
to hold her arms up In my arms. mad
never seen a woman swoon thought
she was dying. and shouted to them De-
low to come and help me.
The potter sat sprawling on the ground,
and did not bestir himself to do anything.
AS soon as my hands and mind were free
I took him by the scruff of the neck and
kicked him behind with a good will. My
rage at him for disregarding her state was
the savage rage Of an Iroquois. The other
man laughed until the woods rang. Mad
anne de Terrier sat up in what seemed
to me miraculous manner. We bathed
her temples with brandy, and put her on
a cushion of leaves raked up and dried
to make a seat by the fire. The other
man, who helped me carry her to the ra
vine, stood with his hat off, as was her
due. She thanked him and thanked me.
half shrouding her face with her hood
abashed at finding herself lost among
strangers in the night; which was my
fault. I told him had been a bad guide
for a lady who had missed her way; and
he said we We're fortunate to reach a
camp instead of stumbling into some dam
ger.
He was much older than l. at least
IA years, I learned afterwards, but it
was like meeting Skenedonk again. or
some friend from whom 1 had only been
parted
The heartening warmth of the fire made
steam go up from our clothes; and see
ing Madame de Terrier alive once more.
and the potter the other side of his wheel
taking stock Of his hurt. 1 felt happy.
We could hear in the cabin behind us
a whining like that uttered by fretful
babe.
My rage at the potter ending in good
nature. 1 moved to make some amends
for my haste; but he backed off.
You startled u.s. said the other man.
standing up In the clouds like ghosts
And your resemblance to one who has
been dead many years is very striking,
monsieur"
said I was sorry If had kicked the
potter without warrant, but it seemed
to me base act to hesitate when help
was asked for a woman.
Yet / know little of what is right
among men. monsieur" I owned. II have
been learning with a master in Count de
Chaumonts manor house less than year.
Before that my life was spent in the
woods with the Indians, and they found
me so dull that was considered witless
until my mind awoke'
You are a fine fellow the man said,
laying his hand on my shoulders My
heart goes out to you. You may call me
Louis Philippe. And what may 1 call
you?'
'Lazarre."
He had a smiling good face. square, but
we'll curved and firm Now that T saw
him fronting me I could trace his clear
eyebrows, high forehead, and the laughter
lines down his cheeks. He was long be-
tween the eyes and mouth. and he had a
full and resolute chin
You are not fat, Lazarre," said Phil
1ppe, your forehead Is wide rather than
receding, and you have not double chin
Otherwise you are the image Of one
Who are you?" --
II don't know" -. =
Don't know who you are?"
NO. We heard all that you and the
potter were saying down here, and Won
dered how many boys there are in Amer
lea that are provided for through an
agent in New York, without knowing their
parents. Now, that Is my case