Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1902-11-27


mel I wish the sun had been tied to the
trees, as the goose girl tied her gander.
but I want another day." said Eagle.
IT want all the days that are my due at
home"
We assembled the steps Of the stone pa
vilion, and sat down in an arch like a
balcony over the sunken garden. Pears
and apricots. their branches 1attened
against the wall. showed rudy garnered
sunlight through the dusk. The tangled
enclosure sloped down to the stream. from
which a fairy wisp OF mist wavered over
flower bed and tree. Dew and herbs and
the fragrance OF late roses sent up divine
Sreath, invisibly submerging us, like
tide rising out of the night
Madame de Terriers Individual traits
were surprised in this nearness, as they
never had been when I saw her at a dis
lance in alien surroundings. A swift rip
pie, involuntary and glad, coursed down
her body; she shuddered for joy half
minute or so.
Two feet away worshiped her smiling
eyes and their curved ivory lids, her
rounded head with it's abundant sap Of
hair, her chin, her shoulders. her bust,
the hands in her lap the very sweep of
her scant gown about her feet.
The flash of extreme happiness passing,
she said gravely:
But that was a strange thing-that you
should fall unconscious!'
Not so strange" 1 said, and told her
how many times before the eclipse-under
the edge OF which my, boyhood was passed
had completely Swallowed me. At the ac-
count of Ste Pelagie she leaned toward
me, her hands clenched on her breast.
When we came to the Hotel Dieu she lean
ed back pallid against the stone.
Dear Marquis du Plessy1' she whisper
ed, as his name entered the story.
H.
breaths in the silence.
Sire, you must be very careful That
Bellenger is an evil man."
But a weak one"
There may be a strength of court policy
behind him"
''The policy Of the court at Mittau is ev-i
identity a policy OF denial"
Your sister believed in YOU"
Yes, she believed in me-
'T don't understand" said Madame de
Terrier. leaning forward on her arms,
why Bellenger had you in London, and
another boy on the mountain"
Perhaps we shall never understand It..
81 don't understand why he makes 1t his
business to follow YOU
Let US not trouble ourselves about Bel
lenger."
But are you safe in France since the
Marquis du Plessy's death?'
II am safe tonight. at least"
Yes, far safer than you would be in
Paris"
And sl1enedonk is my guard"
II have sent a messenger to Plessy for
him." Madame de Ferrier said. 'He will
be here in the morning"
1 thanked her for remembering him in
the excitement Of her home coming. We
heard far sweet call through cleft of
the hills. and Eagle turned her head.
THAT must be the shepherd of Les
Rockers He has missed lamb. Les Ro-
cheers is the most distant of our farms,
but its night noises can be heard through
an opening in the forest. Paul will soon
be listening for all these sounds! We must
drive to Les Rockers tomorrow. It was
there that Cousin Philippe died"
1 could not say how OPPORTUNITY Cousin
Philippe had died. The violation of her
childhood by such marriage rose up that
instant a wordless tragedy.
Sire, we are not observing etiquette in
Mont-Louis as they observe ii at Mittau.
have been talking very Familiarity to my
king. I win keep silent. You speak.
Madame. you have forbidden me to
speak,"
She gave me a startled look and said:
Did you know Jerome Bonaparte has
come back? He left his wife in America.
She cannot be received in France, because
she has committed the, crime of marry
ing a prince. She is to be divorced for
political reasons"
Jerome Bonaparte is hounds" spoke
holly
And his wife is a venturesome woman
to marry even a temporary prince"
Il like her sort madame!"
do you, sire?"
Yes. 1 like woman who can lover
"And ruin?"
How could you ruin me7''
''The Saint Michels brought me up" said
Eagle. '%rhey taught me what is lawful
and unlawful. 1 will never do an unlawful
thing. to the disgrace and shame of my
house. woman should build her house,
not tear II down"
What is unlawful?"
1T is unlawful for me to encourage the
suit of my sovereign"
Am I ever likely to be anything but
what they call in Mittau a pretender,
Eagle?'