The Manning times. [volume] (Manning, Clarendon County, S.C.) 1884-current, 1903-10-28

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wart fellow with the look of the coun-
try about him.
Small clothes2''
"Yes, monsieur"
"Buckle shoes?'
eyes, monsieur"
s'Bair light and long"
"The very man, monsieur the mar
quis"
81 suppose 7 shall have. to look at
him. II he had to make himself IN.
pleasant he should have stayed at the
chateau, where his mother could iden-
tify him. He is one Of my peasants
come to Paris to see life. must hold
my nose and Go it,
"It is not necessary to hold the nose,
monsieur"
"After fourteen years perhaps not"
I heard the snap Of snufbox lid as
the marquis fortified himself.
Ny agony for the woman who was to
be looked at turned SO sharp that ut
tered click in my throat. But they
passed her and merely glanced at my
next neighbor.
The old marquis encountered my
fixed stare. 3'isibly it shocked through
him. He was all gray and curled and
powdered instead OF being clipped
close and smcoth in the style of the en-
pire, an exquisite, Liz featured man,
high Of nose and eyebrows, not large,
but completely turned out as ample
man and bright spirit. The slightest
fragrance Of scent was in his presence,
and shade Of snuff on his upper lip
resembled fine supercilious hairs.
did not look at the servant Of the
Hotel Dieu. The old noble and I held
each other with unfinching gaze.
"Do you recognize him, monsieur"
sI do," the old noble deliberately an
swered. ''I should know this face any
where. Have him taken to my carriage
directly
"Your carriage, monsieur! he can be
sent
tsI said take him to my carriage"
cit shall be done. His eyes have
opened since be came in. But they
sometimes look as If they would speak.
Their faces change constantly. This
other man who is grinning tonight may
be quite serious tomorrow"
land by the end Of the month sorry
enough, eh?'
The servant of the Hotel Dieu tit
tered amiably, and I knew he was go
ing for help to lift me off the slab when
be uttered q cry Of surprise. The old
marquis wheeled sharply and said:
"Eh, bien! Is this another Of them
promenading himse!f?'
I felt the Oneida coming before his
silent moccasins strode near me. he
did not wait an instant, but dragged
me from the wet and death cold marble
to the stone floor, where he knelt upon
one knee and supported me. Oh, Sken-
edonk, how delicious was the warmth
Of your healthy body! How comfort
ing the grip Of your hunter arms! Yet
there are people who say an Indian IS
like snake! I could have given
thanks before the altar at the side Of
the crypt which my fixed eyes encoun-
tered as he held me. The marble drip
ped into its gutter as if complaining Of
my escape.
"Oh. my dear friendr' cried the serv-
ant.
Skenedonk answered nothing at all
"Who is this gentleman" the mar:
quis inquired, "that seems to have the
skin Of red German sausage drawn
tight over his head?'
This is an American Indian, mon
sieur the marquis
"An Indian?"
eyes, monsieur But he understands
french"
Thank you for the hint. 1t may
save me from having German sau-
sage drawn tight over my head.
have heard that American Indians
practice giving their friends that ap-
pearance. How do you know he under
stands French?''
tI think it is the man who used to
come to the Hotel Dieu years ago when
I was new in its service. He was in
structed in religion by churchmen in
Paris and learned the language. Oh,
my dear monsieur-I think it is Iro-
quois that he is called-I am aware the
Americans have different manners, but
here we do not so into the mortuary
chapel OF the Hotel Dieu and disar-
range the bodies without permission"
Skenedonk's eyes probably had less
of the fawn in them than usual. felt
the cultural sound under his breast.
81 have found him, and now I will
take him."
"But that is the marquis serTant!'
s'The marquis is his ser7ant!"
ooh, my dear monsieur the Indian!
You speak CT noble Of France, the
Marquis du Plessy! Be satisfied"
pleaded the servitor Of the Hotel Dieu,
with this other body, whom no one
Is likely to claim! may be permit
ted to offer you that, if you are de-
termined, though 1t may cost me my
place, and after fourteen years serV-
ice! If you would appease him, mon
sieur the marquis, though I do not
know whether they ever take money"
''I will appease him. said the old
noble. $50 about your errand, and
be quick"
The servant fed up the stairs.
''Th1s man is not dead, my friend"
said the Marquis du Plessy.
Skenedonk knew it.
"But he will not live long in this
cursed crypt" the noble added. you
will get into my carriage with him,
we will take him and put him In hot
sheets and see what we can do for
him.
I could feel Skenedonk's antagonism
giving way in the relaxing Of his mus
cles.
But, maintaining his position, the
Oneida asserted: