The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1902-09-26
Mary HarfweN catherwood
With illustrations
By Andre Castaigre

changed history; and she rose and said
| Good night, sire" -
| Next morning there was such a delicious
world to live in that breathing was a
| pleasure. Dew gauze spread far and wide
over the radiant domain. Sounds from cat
tie and stables, and the voices Of servants
! drifted on the air. Doves wheeled around
their towers and around the chateau
| standing like white cliff. :'
| ] walked under the green canopy watch
| Ing the sun mount and waiting for Mad
anne du Terrier. When she did appear the
| old man who had served her father fol-
| lowed with tray. I could only say
Good morning. madame not daring to
add have scarcely slept for thinking Of
YOU"
I'VE will have our coffee out here" she
told me.
| 1t was placed on the broad stone seat
under the arch of the pavilion, where we
sat the night before; bread, unsalted but
ter from the farms, the Coffee the cream,
| the loaf sugar. Madame de Terrier her.
| self opened door in the end of the wall
| and plunged into the dew Of the garden.
Her old servant exclaimed. She caught
her hair in briars and laughed, tuclxing it
up from falling, and brought off two great
roses, each the head and the strength
Of stem. to lay beside our plates. The
| breath Of roses to this hour sends through
| my veins the joy of that.
Then the old servant gathered wall
fruit for us, and she sent some in his
| hand to Paul. Through a festooned arch
Of the pavilion giving upon the terraces,
we saw a bird dart down to the fountain,
tilt and drink, tilt and drink again, and
flash away. Immediately the multitudin-
Gus rejoicing of a sky-lark dropped from
upper air. When men would send thanks
| to the very gate of heaven their envoy
!. should be a skylark.
| Eagle was like little girl as she list
'"rhis is the first day Of September,
sire"
us it? thought it was the first day
Of creation
II mention the date that you may not
forget it. Because am going to give you
something to-day"
My heart 1eaped like a conqueror's.
Her skin was as fresh as the roses,
looking marvellous to touch. The shock
of imminent discovery went through me.
| For now can a man consider a woman
forever as picture? A picture she was
in the short-waisted gown Of the empire,
Of that white stuff Napoleon praised be-
cause 1t was manufactured in France It
showed the line OF her throat, being part
ed half way down the bosom by ruff
which encircled her neck and stood high
behind it. Tho transparent sleeves chung
to her arms. and the slight outline Of her
figure looked long in its close casing.
The gown tail curled around her slip
pered foot damp from the plunge in the
garden. She gave it little kick, and
rippled again suddenly throughout her
length.
Then her face went grave, like a. child's
when 1t is surprised in wickedness.
But our fathers and mothers would
have us forget their sufferings In the fes-
tiva1 Of coming home, wouldn't they, La
| Zarre?'
Surely, Eagle"
'Then why are you looking at me with
reproach?"
I'm not"
! Perhaps you don't like my dress7"
u / told. her 1t was the first time 7 had
ever. noticed anything she wore, and I
| liked 1t. IA ES. g. 1'"44q.
II used to wear MY mothers clothes.
Ernestine and I made them over. But
this is new; for&the new day. and the
new life here ',&T',se.
"And the day." reminded her, sis
the first Of September"
She laughed and opened her left hand
showing me two squat keys so small that
both had lain concealed under two Of her
finger tips. it5~'>,-.
II am going to give you a key. SIRE
Twill 1t unlock q woman's mind?"
TT will open a padlocked book. Last
night I found a little blank-leaved book
with wooden covers. It was fastened by
|
You may have one key; I will keep the
other
1.-The key to padlocked book with no,
thing in it,"
Her eyes tantalized me.
. II am going to put something in It,
, Sophie Saint Michel said had a gift fol
putting down my thoughts. If the gift
appeared to Sophie when I was a child, 1,
must grow in me by use. Every day
| shall put some Of my life into the book
And when die will bequeath 1t to you.
, Take back the key, madame. I have
) no desire to look into your coffin"
I She extended her hand.
, "Then our good and kind friend Count
de Chaumont shall have It,"
! HE shall not!'
I held to her hand and kept my key.
, She slipped away from me. The laugh
ter of the child yet rose through the dig
J., nifty of the woman. -
Q when may + read this book, Eagle?"
l Never, Of my free will, sire. How
e could I set down all 1 thought about you
: for instance, if the certainty was hanging
t over me that you would read my candle
opinions and punish me for them!"
q "Then Of what use is the key?'
Q "You would rather have it than give +
to another, wouldn't your"
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