The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1902-09-27
Chapter XII.

tally died In that walk Of a few yards.
We had been girl and boy together
brief half hour. needless and gay. When
she reached the arbor end, our chapter
Of youth was ended.
I saw her bloodless face as she stepped
upon the terrace. .-,=. 3D..
The man stretched his arms to her. As
II the blight. Of her spirit fell upon him,
the light died out of his face and he
dropped his arms at his sides.
He was courtly gentleman, cadaver-
Gus and shabby as he stood, all the breed
ing Of past generations appearing In him.
''Eagle?' he said. The tone of piteous
apology went through me like sword
She took his hands and herself drew
them around her neck. He kissed her
on both cheeks.
"O, Cousin Philippe!" IL 4,.
II have frightened you, child! I meant
to send a message hrst-but I wanted to
see you'll wanted to come homer -
Cousin Philippe who wrote that let
ter?''
The notary, child. I made him do II"
1T was cruel!" She gave way and
brokenly sobbed. leaning helpless against
him. - =.
The old marquis smoothed her head and
puckered his forehead under the sunlight,
casting his eyes around like a culprit.
1T was desperate. But could do moth
ing elsel You see it has succeeded. While
lay in hiding, the sight of the child, and
your youth, has softened Bonaparte. That
was my intention, Eagle!"
were living!"
They didn't know came back. Many
Of them think died in America. The
family at Les Rockers have been very
faithful: and the notary has held his
tongue We must reward them. Eagle.
] have been hidden very closely. / am
tired Of such long hiding"
He looked toward the chateau and lifted
his voice sharply
where's the baby7 haven't seen the
baby!"
with gracious courtesy, restraining an
impulse to plunge up the steps, he gave
her his arm; and she swayed against 1t
as they entered.
When I could sec them no more I rose,
and put my snuffbox in my breast. The
key ratified IN it.
A savage need of hiding when SO
wounded, worked first through the dis
order that let me see none Of the aneni-,
ties OF leave-taking, self-command, con-
duct.
was beyond the gates, bareheaded,
walking with long strides, when an old
mill caught my eye, and I turned towards
It, as we turn to trifes to relieve us
from uncomfortable tension. The water
dripping over the wheel. and long green
beard tratIed from its chin down the
sluice. In this quieting company Skene-
donk spied me as he ratified past with
the post carriage; and considering my be-
havior at other times. he was not enough
surprised to waste any good words Of
Oneida
He stopped the carriage and got in.
He pointed ahead toward h curtain Of
trees which screened the chateau.
''Paris," answered
Paris he repeated to the position,
and We turned about. I looked from hill
to stream, from the fruited brambles Of
blackberry 10 reaches Of noble forest.
realizing that I should never see those
lands again. or the neighboring crest
where my friend the marquis slept.
We posted the distance to Paris in two
days.
What the country was like or what
towns we passed I could not this hour
declare with any certainty. At first max
ing effort and cropping numbly IN my
mind, but the second day gasping deter
mination, I formed my plans, and talked
them over with Skenedonk. We would
sail for America ON the first convenient
ship; waiting in Paris only long enough
to prepare for the post Journey to port.
Charges must at once be settled with DR..
Chantry, who would willingly stay IN
Paris while the De Chaumonts remained
there.
Beyond the voyage did not look. The
first faint Juggling of my foster country
began to pull me as it has pulled many a
broken wretch out of the conditions of the
older world
Paris was horrible, with a consequences
no one could have foreseen In Its crowded
streets. A taste Of war was In the air.
TROOPS passed in review. Our post car
rage met the dashtng coaches of gay
young mon I knew, who stared at me
without recognition. Marquis du Plessy
no longer made way for me and displayed
me at his side.
I drove to his hotel in the Faubourg St.
German for my possessions. 1t was
closed; the distant relative VINO inherited
after him being an heir with no Partisan
tastes. The caretaker, however, that
gentle old valet like woman, who had
dressed me in my first Partisan fnery, lei
us in, and waited upon US with food
sent him out to buy. He gave me q letter
from my friend, which he had heid &c
deliver on my return. In case any acct
dent befell the marquis. He was tremui-
ons in his mourning, and all his ardent
cara of me was service rendered to the
dead.
sat In the garden, with the letter
npread upon tn table where we had dlned
It's brevity was gay. The writer woule
have gone under the knife with a Jest
He did not burden me with any kind o.
Counsel We had touched. We might
touch again. It was as If a soul sailed
by. waving its hat.
my Dear Boy
II wanted you, but 1t was best yot
should not stay and behold the depraVlt3
of YOUR elders. 1t Is about woman:
May you come to a better throne thai
The unsteady one Of France.
Your friend and servant. IS
-Etienne du Plessy.
"Garlic Is the spice Of life, my boy!
asked no questions about the AFFAIR II
(which he had been engaged. II ne MAJ
wanted me to know he would have tolt
me. .. e. .-..g
Hure. I lay down early and slept late, a.
noon as I awoke in the morning begin
hing preparation for leaving France. Ye
Two DAVIS passed, for we were obliged t
exchange our worn post-carrlage Tor an
other. after waiting for repairs The oil
valet packed my belongings though
wondered what was going to do VIII
them In America. The outfit OF q youn
man of fashion overdressed refugee 9
diminished fortune.
For no sooner was on the street than
sense of being Enthusiastically watche
grew upon me. I scarcely caught anybod
in the act. A succession of vanishing PEG
pie passed me from one to another.
working man in his blouse eyed me: an
disappeared. In the afternoon 1t was a sol
der who turned up near my elbow, and j
the evening he was succeeded by an equal
Nv interesting old woman. I might no
have remembered these people with dis