Corvallis gazette. [volume] (Corvallis, Benton County, Or.) 1900-1909, 1903-02-03
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sort of religious awe upon the fair pic
ture.
We have also said that the marquis
had a nephew living with him. This was
Simon Lobois, the son Of st. Julien s
sister, He was near five-and-thirty years
of age. rather below the medium stature
of man, and not very perfect in physical
form. His shoulders were heavy, almost
to humpiness, and his head was thrown
forward instead of standing erect. His
arms were very long, and his legs rather
short and crooked. His hair was black
and crisp, and his eyes also black and
small; his face was very regular In fea-
ture, and might have been called hand,
some but for the tendency Of the brow to
premature wrinkles, the strange sharp
ness Of the small black eyes, and the un'
couth crispiness Of the hair. He had
been left an orphan at the age of twenty
and had soon squandered what little pat
rimopy was left him. After this, he had
sought his uncle, who kindly gave him
home. Simon was an excellent account
ant, so when the marquis resolved to
come to America, he took his nephew
with him, to help sHperintend the busl'
ness, and also to act as tutor for his two
children, for Simon was q good scholar
1t was on the second evening after the
marquis had met the Stupg Serpent ia
the wood that the family were sitting in
one of the rooms which looked out upon
the garden. 1t was towards o'clock,
but there were no lamps lighted, for the
moon was up, bright and full, in the west,
and her soft beams were poured into the
sitting room In a gentle flood, which suf-
feed for all purposes OF conversation.
Thus the family sat, when one Of the SER
wants entered and announced that Q
stranger had arrived and asked for shell
ter and food. st. Julien's answer was
quickly spoken:
"Give him food, and then conduct him
hither."
In the meantime, lights were brought,
and when the newcomer entered, the Win
dows had been closed and the room was
now brilliantly lighted. He was tall,
nobly formed man, not over fve-and-
twenty, with a profusion of nut-brown
ringlets clustering about his high, full
brow, and q sweet smile Of gratitude
lighting up his handsome face.
"Ha! white man?' uttered the mar
quis, starting up. welcome, sir-thrice
welcome! My mind has so run upon
these red dogs, for the past four-and-
twenty hours, that l expected to have
seen one of them now. And a country
man?'
"Yes, SIR" spoke the stranger, in a
voice peculiarly soft and pleasant.
France is my native land"
''Then welcome again." resumed the
host, shaking the stranger once more by
the hand, and then conducting him to
seat.
The conversation turned upon the nat
ural topics of the times, but Simon Lobois
did not join In it. He had made one or
two remarks at the commencement; but,
suddenly, he seemed moved by the stran-
gers appearance, and now was engaged
in scanning his countenance. At length,
he seemed to have arrived at a solution
of the mystery, and a dark cloud gathered
over his features.
Meanwhile the conversation went on,
and both Louis and Louise seemed try
ing to recall some memory Of the past.
'How far up are you going?" asked
the marquis, at length.
"At present." returned the stranger, 81
had only thought Of seeking the dwelling
Of the Marquis Brion st. Julien"
"Ahy' uttered the host, elevating his
eyebrows. "Did you ever know me in
Francep
Every WELL"
"But-really-"
The marquis was here interrupted by
Louis, who at that moment sprang from
his chair.
"Aha" the youth cried, 81 know you
nowr'
"Do your said the visitor, arising and
grasping Louis by the hand
"Yes-yes; Goupart st. Denisp'
''St DenisT uttered the old man, start
ing quickly from his chair and Fastening
forward.
"Goupart! cried Louise, also springing
forward. "Goupart-Goupartv' she re-
peated. 80, it is-it is! Dear, good
Goupart!'
And as these words fell from her lips.
she bounded forward and caught the
young man by the hand. His eye burned
with a strange light as he met her glad.
joyous look, and his voice was marked
by perceptive tremulousness as he said:
Eyes, Louise-it is your old friend
Goupart."
"Goupart St. Denisv' muttered the
dark -browed nephew, to himself, as he
cast a look of unmistakable hatred to-
wards the newcomer.
(To be continued)