The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1902-10-11

horse upon the ferry boat ~
You ride early as well as late. May
join your ~ f. t<
Il ride on a search which cannot inter-
est you. monsieur" ~, .r =: ,a. 49,. r.
you are mistaken. T understand what
has disturbed the house, and I want to
ride with you"
TT will be hard for~a horseman. accus-
toned to the avenues"
1T will suit me perfectly"
1t did not suit me at all, but he took my
GOODNESS with entire courtesy.
Have you breakfasted, monsieur"
II had my usual slice Of bread and cup
OF water before rising" he answered.
Again I led on the weary trail to my
house. Able Edgeworth galloped we'll,
keeping beside me where there was room,
or riding behind where there was not. The
air blew soft, and great shadowy clouds
ran In an upper current across the deep
est blueness had seen in many day.
The sun showed beyond rows of hills.
bethought myself to ask the priest II he
knew anything about Count de Chaumont
He answered very simply and directly that
he did; that might remember Count
de Chaumont was mentioned IN M1ttau.
The count, he said. according to common
report, had retired with his daughter and
his on-in-law to Blois. where no was
vigorously rebuilding his ruined chateau
Of Chaumont.
If my mind had been upon the priest.
I should have wondered what he came for.
He did not press his message.
1.-THE court Is again in exile?" I said,
when we could ride abreast.
"At Client"
"Bellenger visited me last September.
He was without dauphin."
1--WE could supply the deficiency" Able
Edgeworth pleasantly replied.
with the boy he left in EuropeT
~ El,,lr@ VRSV
observed his majesty could not pension a
helpless idiot without encouraging dau-
phins. These dauphins are thicker than
blackberries. The dauphin myth has be-
come so common that whenever we see
q beggar approaching. we say, There
comes another dauphin.' One Of them Is
fellow who calls himself the Duke of
absolutely in him. Somebody. seeing him
asleep. declared it was the face Of the
dead king!"
felt stung. remembering the Marquis
du Plessy's words.
"Oh. yes, yes." said Able Edgeworth.
| HE has visions too. Halt memories,
when the face Of his mother comes back
to him!"
what about his scars1" asked hard
Scars! yes. I am told he has the proper
stigmata Of the dauphin. He was taken
out Of the Temple prison; dying boy
being substituted for him there. We all
know the dauphin's physician died sud-
! denly; some say he was poisoned; and a
new physician attended the boy who died
| in the Temple. OF course the priest who
received the childs confession should
| have known a dauphin when he saw one.
But that's neither here nor there. We
| lived then in surprising times"
Madame d'Angouleme would recognize
| him as her brother If she saw him2" I
suggested.
II think she Is not so open to tokens az
at one time. Women's hearts are tender.
The Duchess d'Angouleme could never be
convinced that her brother died.
But others. including her uncle, were
convinced?"
1.-THE Duke of Richemont was not. What
do you yourself think Monsieur Will
II think that the man who Is out Is an
| infinite joke. He tickles the whole world.
People have right to laugh at a man
| who cannot prove he Is what he says he
| T.. The difference between a pretender
and usurper is the difference between
the top of the hill and the bottom
| The morning sun showed the white
mortar ribs of my homestead clean and
fair betwixt hewed logs; and frightened
the inside of the entrance or hall room
For I saw the door stood OPEN II
had been left unfastened but not ajar
Somebody was in the house. ~
I told Able Edgeworth we would dis
mount and tie our horses little distance
away. And I asked him to wait outside
and let me enter alone.
He obligingly sauntered on the hill over
looking the Fox; stepped upon the gal
lery and looked in. ..-,.....x..
The sweep Of gray dress showed I,
front Of the settle. Eagle was there.
stood still. - ~,
She had put on more wood. Fire crack
led in the chimney. I saw, and seemed t.
have known all night, that she had takel
/ pieces Of unbroken bread and meat lef
!: by. Pierre Grignon on my table; that he
shoes were cleaned and drying in front o
!: the fire; that she must have carried he
dress above contact with the soft ground
When asked Able Edgeworth, not t.
come in, her dread Of strangers influence
me less than a desire to protect her from
his eyes, haggard and draggled as sh
probably was. The instinct which mad
her keep her body like a temple had no
failed under the strong excitement tina
drove her out. Whether she slept unde
4 bush, or not at all, or took to the hous
after Pierre Grignon and left it, she wa
resting quietly on the settle before tn
fireplace, without stain Of mud upon he1
| I could see nothing but the foot OF he
dress. Had any change passed over he
/ face?" Or had the undlSturpeu s1Hlle o
my Cloud Mother followed me on tn
roadf .e-. ~~+
| Perhaps the cloud had thickened. Per
haps thunders and lightnings moved with
in 1t. Sane people sometimes turn will
after being lost. running from the1
friends and fighting against being re
strained and brought home.
The gray dress In front OF my neart
I could not see without heaving OF tn
breast. ..',.s
.. 4 Chapter X.
, How O mans life Is drawn, turned
r shaped, by woman! He may deny 1t. H
may swagger and lie about it. HereditJ
r ambition, lust, noble aspirations. Wea.
self Indulgence. power, failure, success
. have their turns with him. But the WON
an he desires above all others, who's
r breast is his true home, makes him, mar
t him.
. Had she cast herself on tho settle ex
hausted and Ill after exposure7 Should
= find her muttering and helpless? Wofs
I than all, had the night made her forge
+ that she was Cloud Mother?
drew my breath with an audible SCUM
, in the throat. Her dress stirred. Sh
!, leaned around the edge Of the settle.
Eagle de Ferrier, not my Cloud othe
looked at me- Her features were pinche
. from exposure, but flooded themselves In
I stantly with blush. She snatched he
| <ro,,, ha hea nth and drew them N