The Washington times., 1902-10-12

looking at me. .Your face Is all scanned
Don't tell me about Mittau today. Pau
and 1 are taking possession of the es
latest"
Napoleon has given them back t,
you!"
"Yes, he has! I begged the De Chau.
monts to let me come alone! BY hart
posting we reached Mont-Louis las
night. You are the only person IL
France to whom I would give that va
cant seat in the carriage today"
/ cared no longer for my own loss. as
arn afraid has been too much my wa,
all through life; or whether I was &
prince or not. Like paradise after death
as so many of our best days come, this
perfect day was given me by the marquis
himself. Eagles summer dress touched
me. Paul and Ernestine sat facing US
and Paul ate cherries from a little bas-
ket, and had his fingers wiped, beating
the cushion with his heels in excess oi
i impatience to begin again.
We paused at turn Of the height be.
fore descending, where fields could De
seen stretching to the horizon, woods
fair and clean as parks, without the
wildness OF the American forest. and
vineyards of bushy vines that bore the
small black grapes. Eagle showed me
the far boundaries of Paul's estates
Then We drove where holly spread its
prickly foliage near the ground. where
springs from cliffs trickled across de-
lcious lanes.
Hoary stone farmhouses. built four
square like fortress. each having a
stately archway. saluted us as We passed
ty. The patron and his wife came o;u.
and laborers. pulling their caps, dropped
Gown from high-yoked horses.
But when the long single street of
stone cottages which formed the village
opened it's arms. could see her breast
swelling and her gray eyes sweeping all
with comprehensive rush.
| Az elderly man. shaking some salad
In wire basket, dropped 1t at his feet,
and bowed and bowed, sweeping his cap
| to the ground. Some women who were
washing around a rooted pool left their
paddles. and ran, wiping suds from their
arms and houses discharged their in
mates, babies in children's arms, wires.
old men, the simplicity Of their lives
and the openness of their labor mani
fest. They surrounded the carriage.
Eagle stood Paul upon his feet that
/ III 1f 7,
corners curled upward. his blue-eyed
fearless look traveied from face to face.
while her gloved hand was kissed, and
God was praised that she had come
| back.
| 20 Jeanl" she cried. 'is your mother
alive?" and Marguerite, have you son
| so tall?"
| An old creature bent DOUBLE walked
out on four feet. two of them being
sticks, lifted her voice, and blessed
Eagle and the child for quarter Of an
hour. Paul's mother listened reverent-
", and sent him in Ernestines arms FOR
the warped human being to look upon
at close range with her failing sight. He
stared ct her unafraid. and experiment
ally put his finger on her knotted cheek:
at which all the women broke into
chorus as 1 have heard blackbirds re-
joice.
IT have not seen them for so iongl'
Madame de Ferrier said. wiping her
eyes. 1--WE have all forgotten our be-
havior!"
An inverted pine tree hung over the
inn door, and dinner was laid for rs in
its best room. where host and hostess
served the marquise and the young mar
quis almost on their knees.
When we passed out at the other end
of the village, Eagle showed me
square, lowered church.
1.-THE De Terriers are buried there
excepting my father. / shall put
tablet in the wall for Cousin Philippe
Few Protestants in France had their
rights and privileges protected as ours
were by the throne. l mention this fact.
sir that you may lay it up In your mind!
We have been coed subjects. we'll worth
our salt in time OF war;"
Best of all was coming to the chateau
tt
The stone pillars of the gateway let us
upon a terraced lawn, where a fountain
played, keeping bent plumes OF water
in the air. The lofty chateau of white
stone had broad front. with wings
Eagle bade me note the two dove -cotes
structures, one flanking each wing. and
demonstrating the antiquity OF the
house For only mobiles in medieval
days were accorded the privilege Of
keeping doves.
Should there be such another evening
for me VIXEN / come to paradise, II God
in His mercy brings me there, l shall
be grateful, but hardly with such fresh
hearted joy. Night desceu1s With
special benediction on remote ancient
homes Ike Mont-Louis. We walked until
sunset in the park. by lake. and bridged
stream. and hollied paths frnestine
carrying Paul or letting him pat behind.
driving her by her long cap ribbons
while he explored his mothers play
ground. But when the birds began to
nest, and dewfall could be felt. he was
taken to his supper and his bed, giving
his mother generous kiss. and me
smile of his upcurled mouth corners.
His forehead was white and broad, and
his blue eyes were set we'll apart.
/ can yet see the child looking over
Ernestine's shoulder. She carried him
up stairs OF oak woin hollow like stone.