Waterbury evening Democrat., 1904-12-15

eclipse laid me at his feet, remem- bered me in her second exile, perhaps believed in me still. Women put won l derful restraints upon themselves. ] Abbe Edgeworth and looked stead l fly at each other.
 ne'I hope Mne. d 'tAngouleme is well?"
 "She Is we'll and is still the comforter of his majesty's misfortune.''
 Monsieur the abbe, a message would need to be very urgent to be listened to tonight. I will give you audience in the morning, or when I return We both bowed again. I took Pierre GrignOn into the hall. flor counsel
 Tn the end he rode with me, for we concluded to send Skenedonk with party along the east shore
 Though searching for the lost is an experience old as the world, it's poign- ancy was new to me. I saw Eagle tangled in the wild oats of the river. I saw her treac cherously dealt with by Indians who called themselves at 1 peace. I saw her wandering out and out, mile beyond mile, to undwelt in places and the tender mercy of wolves. " We2crosSed the ferry and-took to the trail, Pierre Grignon talking cheer fully,
 Nothing has happened to. her, M's'ri Williams" he insisted. ..No Indian about La Baye would hurt her. and the child is not so crazy as to hurt her self"
 It was & starless night, mufied ever head as the day had been, but without rain Or mist. He had lantern hang ing at his saddlebow ready to light. In the open lands we rode side by side, but through growths along the Fox l first one and then the other led the way. -
 We found my door unfastened I remembered for the first time had not locked it. Some one had been in the house. A low fire burned in the chimney. We stirred it and lighted the lantern. Footprints not our own had dried white upon the smooth. dark floor
 They pointed to the fireplace and out again. They had been made by a woman's feet
 We descended the hill to the river and tossed our light through every bush. the lantern blinking in the wind. l. V ing over white birohes that glistened like alabaster. It was no use to call her name, She might be. hidden be- hind a rock laughing at Us; We had to surprise her to ree9ge her Skene- donk would have tIasG6e5a hsH35Wlhlesre we lost the trail ,rsrrg stfi,v ' When we went la9kastN nthas house. dejected with physiRB arLnqss, un- strapped the blankgak ApdTstfn food which. Mime. Urslllesa ha dnsent and brought them to Pierre Gsignon. He threw the blanket aon the settee, laid 1 out bread and meat on the table and 1 ate, both of us blaming ourselves for sending the Indian on the other side of the river. ss.
 We traced the hard route which I had followed the day before, and reached Green Bay about dawn. Pierre Grignon went tos bed exhausted. X had some breakfast and Ewaited for Skene- donk. He hadanOt returned, but had sent one man, back to say there was no icIew, The meal was. like passover eaten in haste. Iscould not. wait, but set out again, with billion which had carried uselessly In tue night strapped again upon the horse for her seat in case I found her, and leaving l word for the Oneida to follow 1 ! had forgotten there, was such a person as Abbe Edgeworth when he led a horse upon the@ferryboat.
 You ride early as well as late. May I join you?' f4S
 .'I ride on search which cannot in terest you, monsieur"
 s'sYou are mistaken. ! understand what has disturbed the house, and I want to ride withsyou.''
 Tt will be hard for horseman ac- custoIned to avenues"
 l '.It will suit me perfectly l It did not suit me at all, but he took my .coldness with entire courtesy.
 HHave you breakfasted, monsieur7 F 1 q had my usual slice of bread and cup of water before rising he an- l swered {
 Again led on the weary trail to my house. Abbe Edgeworth gaIloped we'll keeping beside me where there was room or riding behind where there was not. The air blew soft, and great shadow clouds ran in an upper current across the deepest blueness I had seen in many day. The sun showed be- 1 yond rows of hills.
 I bethought myself to ask the priest if he knew anything about Count de l Chaumont He answered very simply and directly that he did that might remember Count de Chaumont was :! mentioned in Mittau. The count, he said, according to common report had ! retired with his daughter and his son 1n-law to BIois, where he was vigor- ously rebuilding his ruined chateau of i Chaumont.
 If my mind had been upon the priest should have wondered what he came for. He did not press his message.
 ''The court is again in exile?" said when we could ride abreast.
 "At Ghent''