The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1902-09-25

Should there be such another evening
for me when come to paradise, if God in.
his mercy brings me there, I shall be
grateful, but hardly with such fresh
hearted joy. Night descends with special
benediction on remote ancient homes
set in the park, by lake, and bridged
stream, and hollied path; Ernestine
carrying Paul Or letting him pat behind.
driving her by her long cap ribbons while
he explored his mothers playground. But
when the birds began to nest, and dew
fall could be felt, he was taken to his sup
per and his bed, giving his mother a gen
erous KISS and me smile of his upcurled
| mouth corners. His forehead was white
and broad and his blue eyes were set we'll
| apart.
I can yet see the child looking over
Ernestine's shoulder. She carried him up
stairs of oak worn hollow like stone, a
mighty hand wrought balustrade rising
with them from hall to roof.
| We had our supper in a paneled room
| where the lights were reflected as on mir
| rors of polished oak, and the man who
served us had served Madame de Ferrier' S
father and grandfather. The gentle old
provincial went about his duty as a re-
| ligious rite.
There was pleached walk like that in
the marquis Paris garden, of branches
| f1attened and plated to form an arbor
supported by tree columns; which led to
4 summer-hOuse of stone smothered in
| ivy. We walked back and forth under
this thick roof of verdue. Eagles cap of
Thrown hair was roughened over her radi-
ant face, and the open throat of her gown
| showed pulses beating in her neck. Hell
lifted chin almost touched my arm as
told her all the Mittau story, at her re-
quest.
Poor Madame d'Angouleme! The eau
tious priest and the king should not have
taken you from me like that! She knew
you as knew you; and woman's know
ing is better than a mans proofs. She
will have times of doubling their policy
She will remember the expressions Of
your mouth, your shrugs, and gestures
the little traits of the child Louis, thai
reappear in the man.
Il wish I had never gone to Mittau tt
give her moments Distress.
us she very beautiful?' {'.# ~ .
'She is like lily made flesh. She has
her strong dislikes, and one of them is
Louis Philippe"
Naturally" said Eagle.
"But she seemed sacred to me- Per.
haps woman brings that hallowedness
out of martyrdom.''
God be with the royal lady! And you
sire!"
''And you-may you be always witt
me, Eagle!'
This journey to Mittau changes moth
, ing. You were wilful: You would go tt
the island in Lake George; you would 81
, to Mittau."
Both times you sent me-"
Both times brought you home! LIE
!, us not be sorrowful tonight" $.
"Sorrowful. I am so happy it SEEM
impossible that come from Mitttau, ant
=, this day the Marquis du Plessy died t,
> me! I wish the sun had been tied to tn,
r trees, as the goose girl tied her gander.
But want another day. said Eagle
: II want all the days that are my due a
: home"
/ We assembled the steps of the ston
pavilion, and sat down in an arch lik
: a balcony over the sunken garden. Pear
S and apricots, their branches xfattene,
against the wall, showed rudd,
garnered sunlight through tn
dusk. The tangled enclosur
sloped down to the stream. from which
I wisp of mist wavered over flower bed an
s tree. Dew and herbs and the fragrance c
i late roses sent up a divine breath, in
: visibly submerging us, like a tide risin
out of the night.
f Nine. de Terriers Individual traits wer
: surprised in this nearness, as they neve
had been when saw her at a distance
: alien surroundings. A swift ripple, in
n voluntary and glad, coursed down he
/. body; she shuddered for Joy half a minut
d or so.
e Two feet away, worshired her smilin
U eyes and their curved ivory lips, he