The Washington times., 1902-09-21

open. and the woman / adpred receive
her child and walked back and forth
with him. Annabel leaned out while the
horses were changed. l saw Miss
Chantry. and my heart misgave me, re-
membering her brothers prolonged Ia
ment at separation from her.
He was, l trusted. already shut into
one of those public beds which are like
cupboards; for the day had begun for us
at in the morning. But il ne chose
to show himself, and fall upon DE
chaumont for luxurious cons-yane tc
Paris, 1 was determined that Skene-
donk and should not ap-
pear. 1 wronged my poor master, who
told me afterward he watched through
a crack of the cupboard bed with his
heart in his mouth.
The pause was very short one, FOL
horses are soon changed. Madame de
Ferrier threw searching eye over the
landscape. It was mercy she did not
see the hole in the grenier through
which / devoured her, daring for the
first time to call her secretly-Eagle-
the name that De Chaumont used with
common freedom! Now how strange is
this-that one woman should be to
man the sum of things! And what was
her charm I could not tell, for l began
to understand there we're many beau
tiful women in the world, of all favors.
and shapely perhaps as the one OF my
love. Only her found drawing the soul
out Of my body; and none Of the others
did more than please the eye like pic
lures.
The carriages were gone with the sun.
and 1t was no wonder all fell gray over
the world. ,s,5-
De Chaumont had sailed behind us,
and he would be in Paris long before us.
| had first felt some uneasiness and
dread Of being arrested on our journey,
though our Breton captain-who was a
man Of gold that would travel far to
see this day, II could. even beneath
the Atlantic, where he and his ship
now float-obtained for us at Dieppe,
on his own pledge. a kind of substitute
for passports. We were marked party,
by reason of the Doctors lameness and
Skenedonk's appearance. The Oneida,
during his former sojourn in France.
had been encouraged to preserve the
novelty of his Indian dress. As had
nothing to give him in its place it did
not become me to find fault. And he
would have been more conspicuous with
a cooked hat on his bare red scalp, and
knee breechcs instead of buckskins.
Peasants ran out to look at him. and In
return We looked at them with good
will
We reached the very barriers Of
Paris, however, without falling into
trouble And in the streets were so
many men of so many nations that
skenedonk's attire seemed no more
bizarre than the turbans Of the East or
the white burnous of the Arab.
1t was here that Skenedonk took his
role as guide, and stalked through mar
row crooked Btreets, which by compari-
son made New York, my first expert
ence of city, appear plain and open
village.
1 do not pretend to know anything
about Paris. Some spots in the mystic
labyrinth stand out to memory. such as
that open space where the guillotfne had
done its work, the cite of the Bastille,
and long street leading from the place
Of the Bastille, parallel with the river:
ana this l have good reason to remem-
ber. 1t is called Rue st. Antoine. 1
learned we'll also certain prison, and
a part of the ancient city called Fau-
bourg st. German. One. who can
strike obscure trails in the wilderness
of nature may blunt his fine instincts
on the wilderness Of man.
This did not befall the Indian. He
took bee line upon his old tracks,
and when the place was sighted
we threaded what seemed to be a
riyulet between cliffs, for most de-
pressed street center kept us straddling
something like gutter, while with out
stretched hands we could brace the oppo-
site walls.
We entered a small court where
gruff man, called concierge, having a
dirty kerchief around his head. received
us doubtfully. He was not the concierge
of Skenedonk's day. We showed him
coin; and Doctor Chantry sat down in his
chair and looked at him with such con-
tempt that his respect increased.
The house was clean. and all the stairs
we climbed to the roof were well secured
From the mansard there was a beautiful
view Of Paris, with forest growth draw
ing close to the heart of the city. For
on that side of tho world men dare not
murder trees. but are obliged to respect
and cherish them.
Ny poor master stretched himself on
a bed by the stool ing wall, and in dis
gust of life and grent pain of feet. begged
us to order pan of charcoal and let
him die the true Partisan death when
that is not met on the scaffold Skene-
ionk said to me in Iroquois that Doctor
Chantry was a sick old woman who
ought to be hidden some place to die.
and 1t was his opinion that the blessing
Of the church would absolve us. We
could then make use of the pouch of coin
10 carry on my plans.
My plans were more ridiculous than
His ut least took sober
shape. while mine were still the wild