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

1t was this foolishness of her brothers
which Miss Chantry could not forgive De
Chaumonts daughter. She was ncessant
In her communication, yet Enthusiastically
fond in her English way Of the crea ture
she condemned. AnnabeI loved to drag
my poor master in f1owery chains before
his relative. She would make wreaths of
crimson leaves for his bald head and eX-
hibft him grinning like a weak eyed Bac
chus. Once he sat dOting beside her at
twilight on a bench of the wide gallery
while his sister. near by kept guard over
their talk. | passed them, coming back
from my tramp. with a glowing branch in
my hand. For having set my teeth in the
scarlet tart udder Of a sumach, all frosted
with delicate fretwork. I could not resist
bringing away some Of it's color.
Did you get that for me?" called An
pabel. l mounted the steps to give it to
her. and she said: THANK you, Lazarre
Williams Every day you learn some,
pretty new trick. DR.. Chantry has not
brought me anything from the woods in a
long while"
DIR. Chantry stirred his equity feet and
looked hopelessly out at the landscape.
sit here by your dearest Annabel," said
Mademoiselle deChaumont.
Her governess breathed the usual sigh
of disgust.
I sat by my dearest Annabel, anxious to
light my candle and open my books She
buried her hands under the scarlet branch
in her lap.
DO you know, Lazarre Williams, have
to leave your"
I said I was sorry to hear it.
Yes, have to go back to my convent
and drag poor Miss Chantry with me,
though she is a hereto and hates the
forms of our religion. But she has
to submit, and SO do I, because nv father
will have nobody but an English govern
ess'
'Mademoiselle, spoke Miss Chantry
II would suggest that you sit on chair
by yourself"
What, on one of those little crowded
chairs?" said Annabe.
She reached out her sly hand for mine
and drew it under cover Of the sumach
branch.
II have been thinking about your rank
a great deal Lazarre Williams, and won
dering what it is
IF you thought more about your own
1t would be BETTER" said Miss Chantry.
I'VE are Americans here" said Anna
bel. "Al are equal. and some are free
I am only equal. Must your DEE est An
mabel obey you about the chair Miss
Chantry?"
-! said I would suggest that you sit or
chair by yourself"
II will, dear. You know always fol-
low your suggestions
I felt the hand that held mine tighter
Its grip in a despairtng squeeze. Annabe
suddenly raised the branch high above
her head with both arms, and displayed
Doctor Chantry's hand and mine claspet
tenderly in her lap. She laughed unit
even Miss Chantry was infected, and tn,
doctor Uttered and wiped his eyes.
Watch your brother, Miss Chantry-
don't watch me! You thought he wa
squeezing my hand-and he thought SO
too! Lazarre Williams is just out of tn,
woods and doesn't know any better. Blu
Doctor Chantry-he is older than m,
1ather!''
I'VE wished to oblige you mademoi
selle, l said. But the poor English gen
tleman Uttered on in helpless admiration
He told me privately-'I never saw anoth
er girl like her. So full Of spirits and s,
frank"
Doctor Chantry did not wear his dis
figuring horn spectacles when Annabe
was near. He wrote a great deal of poetr,
while the blow Of parting from her wa
hanging over him, and read it to me O
mornings deprecating my voiceless con
tempt would hear him quarreling wit
a servant in the hall; for the slightes
variation in his comfort engenedered rage
in him that were laughable. Then he en-
tered, red-nosed, red-eyed, and bloodless
ly shivering, with piece Of paper Gov
cred by innumerable small characters.
Good morning, my lad" he would say.
Good morning, Doctor Chantry," / an
swered.
Here are a few little stanzas which
have just set down. II you have no objec
ton I will read them
1 must have listened like a trappe
bear, sitting up and longing to get at hin
for he usually finished humbly, folding HI
paper and putting it away in his breas
There was reason to believe that he sper
valuable hours copying all these verse
for Annabel de Chaumont. But ther
41@& ~l,,
with her when she and her governes
departed in a great coach all gilt an
padding. Servants and a wagon load
baggage and supplies accompanied L
Chaumont's daughter on the long journe
to her Baltimore convent. ..-@' '.
Shaking in every nerve and pale as
sheet, my. poor master watched her o,
of sight. He said he should not see h