Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1902-12-01
BOOK II.-wANDERINe.

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disappeared. In the afternoon II was a
soldier who turned up near my elbow, and
in the evening he was succeeded by an
equally interested old woman. / might not
have remembered these people with o.
| trust II Skenedonk had not told me he
was trailed by changing figures, and ne
| thought IL was time to get behind trees.
| Bellenger might have returned to Paris.
| and set Napoleon's spies on the least be-
friended Bourbon of all; of the police upon
| a man escaped from Ste. Pelaige after
choking a sacristan.
The Indian and 1 were not skilled In
DISCUSSES as our watchers were. Our safe
ty lay in getting out of Paris. Skene-
| donk undertook to stow our belongings
| in the post-chaise at the last minute.
went to De Chaumont's hotel to bring the
money from Doctor Chantry and to take
| leave without appearing to do So
| Mademoiselle de Chaumont seized me as
I entered. Her carriage stood in the court.
| Miss Chantry was waiting in it while An
nabePs maid fastened her glove.
20 Lazarre!" the poppet cried, her
beartiness going through me like wine.
Are you back? And how you are chang
ed They must have abused you in Rus
STA. We heard you went to Russia. But
since dear Marquis du Plessy died we
never hear the truth about anything"
| 1 acknowledged mat 1 had been to Rus
| STA.
why did you go there? Tell your
dearest Annabel. She won't tell"
ITO see a lady"
Annabel shook her fretwork of misty
hair.
fui?"
Very"
| "Kind?"
Perfectly
'Wen, you're not. BY the way. why are
Won looking so wan If she is beautiful and
! kind?"
Il didn't say she was beautiful and
kind to me. did IT.
20. of course not. She has Tilted you.
the wretch. Your dearest Annabel will
| console you, Lazarre" She clasped my
! arm with both hands. Madame de Fer
rier's husband is alive!'
What consolation is there in that7'
"A great deal for me. She has her
estates back, and he was only hiding un-
til she got them. I know the funniest
| thingI'
Annabel hooked her finger and led me
to a small study or cabinet at the end
| Of the drawing-room.
A profusion OF the most beautiful stuffs
was arranged there for display.
Look the witch exclaimed, pinching
my wrist in her rapture india muslin
embroidered in silver lama, Turkish vel
\ vet ball dresses for a bride, ribbons OF
Il all colors, white blond, Brussels point,
cashmere shawls, wells in English point,
reticules, gloves, fans, essences, a bridal
purse Of gold links-and worse than all
except this string of perfect pearls-his
portrait on a medallion of ivory. painted
by Isabey!'
What is this collection?'
"a corbeille."
| whats a corbeille?'
Annabel crossed her hands in despera.-
ton. "Oh, haven't you been in Paris long
enough to know what a corbeille Is? IT S
the collection Of gifts a bridegroom makes
for his bride. He puts his taste. his SEN
timent, his"-she waved her fingers in the
| air-"as well as his money, into 1t. A
corbeiIle shows what a man is. He must
have been collecting 1t ever since he came
to France. feel proud Of him. l want
to pat him on the dear old back!'
Not having him there to pat she patted
me.
you are going to be married?'
"who said was going to be married?''
isn't this your corbeille?"
| Aunabel lifted herself to my ear. 1T
was Madame de Ferrier's!'
"What?"
I'm sure of it!''
who bought it?''
count de Chaumont, Of course"
WAS Madame de Terrier going to mar
ry him?"
"who wouldn't marry man with such
a corbeille?"
| "Was she?"
Don't grind your teeth at your dearest
| Annabel. She hadn't seen it, but it must
have decided her 1 am sure he intended
to marry Madame de Terrier, and he does
most things he undertakes to do. That
inconsiderate wretch of Marquis de Fer
rier-to spoil such a corbeille as this But
! Lazarrer' She patted her gloved hands.
Here's the consolation-my father will
be obliged to turn his corbeille into my
trousseau when am married.
Whats a trousseau7"
"Goosel It's brides wardrobe. ] knew
he had something in this cabinet, but he
never left the key in the door until to-
day. He was so completely upset when
the De Terriers came into Parish
Are they in Parish
Eyes, at their own hotel. The old mar
! quis has posted here to thank the en-
peror! The emperor is away with the
troops, so he is determined at least to
thank the empress at the assembly to-
night"
'wn Madame de Terrier go to the, Tuil-
eries?"
"AssuredIy. Fancy how furious my
father must bev"
May 1 enter?'' said the humblest of
voices outside the door.
We heard a shutting step.
/ Annabel made a face and clenched her
hands. The sprite> was so harmless I
| laughed at her mischief. She brought in
Doctor Chantry as she had brought me.
| to behold the corbeille; covering her faith
| er's folly with transparent fabrications,
which anybody but the literal Briton
must have seen through. He scarcely
greeted me at all, folding his hands, pale
and crushed, the sharp tip OF his nose
standing up more than ever like porce-
lain candle-extinguisher while was anx-
ious to have him aside, to get my money
and take my leave.
See this beautiful corbeille, Doctor
Chantry! Doesn't it surprise you Lazarre
should have such taste? We are going
this morning to the mayor of the arron-
dissiment. Nothing is so easy as civil
marriage under the empire! OF course the
religious sacrament in the church of the
Capuchins follows. and celebrating that
FIVE minutes before midnight, will make
all Paris talk. Go with US to the mayor,
Doctor Chantryp'
mo" he answered, nor
MY father joins us there. We have
kept Miss Chantry waiting too long. She
will be tired Of sitting in the carriage"
Chattering with every breath Annabel
entrained us both to the court, my poor
master hobbing after her a victim, and
staring at me with hatred when l tried
to get word in undertone.