Charlevoix county herald., 1904-12-24

you may ask" declared Greloire; "and
l will answer II upon my honor"
LATTE appeared irresolute, as II
the question were of such grave i'm
port that he dreaded an unfavorable
reply. Then. laying a hand on Gre
loire's shoulder, he asked, what said
he-Bonaparte, when you told him
that had departed from Toulon?"
Nothing"
"You have told me all wished to
konw. and thank YOU" said LATTE,
again holding out hand, which Gre
loire clasped firmly.
"Adieu, and bon voyage"
"Adieu, and bonnie fortune"
With this they parted and LATTE,
returning directly to the wharf, or
dered the boats crew to row him
back to the Condor"
Jean had, up to this moment, con-
sidered himself deeply aggrieved by
Bonapartes apparent neglect; and,
looking at the matter from the stand
point of youth, his ardent, impulsive
nature, and his unstinted love for the
without warrant.
But, in the light of Greloire's expla-
nation, the man of thirty could we'll
see how unreasonable and hasty had
been the boy of fifteen; how unthink-
ing and rash; how utterly lacking in
proper appreciation OF Bonaparte' s
regard, and of how the manifestations
of this was subject to conditions and
influences beyond the latter's power
to always control.
He thought of Margot, and her
words returned to him-when, upon
that last evening of her life, she had
said that Bonaparte was his good an
GEL and Laro his evil one.
Truly had her words been proven (;
for now he knew the former as he
was, and would have been, while the
passing years had either increased, or
made more apparent Laro's coarseness
and cruelty.
1t was only to the boy Jean that he
had ever been otherwise; but latterly
something of a change had taken
place in this respect toward the man
especially after he had refused to &C
quiesce in the adventurer's cherished
scheme, that he, Jean LATTE, should
take as his wife, Lazalie, the formers
niece.
But the young man had, all through
his wild life, held within the inner
most depths of his soul sacred
| shrine, kept closed and pure, where
never the love for woman had en-
tered. Over it's altar, faded and in
distinct, yet his life, fingered the
| teachings of his foster-mother. and
| the remembrance of a sunnyfaced
blue-eyed girl, who had promised the
| boy to pray that he might be that
which he had so woefully failed to he
| or had even sought to attain.
The past rolled in upon him like
a smothering flood, until, in a wild
| tumult of despair, he left his cabir
and went on deck. There he heard
one of the watch whistling to him
self; and presently the man broke
| softly into the words of the air:
| "C'est ramour, l'amour, lamour.
| Qui fait la monde a la ROUNDED
| The song brought to mind again the
blue-eyed girls face, and also that o.
her daughter, the little Island Rose,
whom, late the previous May, he hat
piloted through the woods, and dowr
the rivers, from her dead mother:
home among the Choctaws.
The long, rough journey had giver
him rare opportunities for sounding
the depths of the childish soul sc
close to nature that it seemed to wor
ship the mothers God through nature
and nature through God.
He was known as Captain Jean,
friend of her grandfather-as cap
tain JEAN" whom she found such {
charming companion, and whom hi!
escort of white men and Indians re
spected and loved. She trusted hin
fully, and their intercourse was free
from restraint.
Recalling her now, while he pace
the deck, with the troubled water o
his soul casting ashore such woefu
wreckage for his contemplation, tn,
thought OF her white purity, her sill
very voice, her childish confidence
brought to him blessed peace.
(To be continued)