Waterbury evening Democrat., 1904-11-29

He belongs to France"
 France belongs to him." the Indian reversed.
 "Eh, eh! Who is this young man?"
 .The king"
 we have no king now, my friend; but, assuming there is 8 man who should be king, how do you know this is the one?'
 If Skenedonk made answer in words it was lost to me. The spirit sank to supmergence in the body. remem- Der combating motion like drugged person.
 Torpor and prostration followed the recurring eclipse as that followed ex- citement and shock. was not i'll, and gathered knowledge of the environ ment, which was different from any, thing I had before experienced. De Chaumont's manor was wilderness fortress compared to this private ho- tel of an ancient family in the heart of Paris
 lay in bed curtained with dam ask and looked through open glass doors at garden. Graveled walks, bosky trees and masses of flowers, plats of grass where arbored seatsl were placed. stretched their vista to a wall clothed in ivy, which proved to be the end of a chapel, for high over the curtain of thick green shone a rose window. The afternoon sun laid bare its fine staining, but only in the dark ness when the church was illuminated and organ music rolled from it did the soul of that window appear struck through with light. sss
 Strange servants and Dr. Chantry by glimpses, and the old noble and the Oneida almost constantly, were about me Dr. Chantry looked complacently through the curtains and wished me good morning. I smiled to see that he was lodged as he desired and that his clothes had been renewed in fine cloth, with lawn to his neck and silk stock ings for his shrunk calves. My master was an elderly beau, and gave myself no care that he had spent his money the money of the expeditions on fop- pery. Skenedonk also had new toggery in scarfs and trinkets which I did not recognize, and his fine buckskins were
  servient to him, and his native dignity was never more impressive than in that great house. watched my host and my servant holding interviews, which Skenedonk may have considered councils, on the benches in the garden, and from which my secretary, the sick old woman, seemed excluded. But the small interest of seeing birds arrive on branches and depart again. sufdced me i until an hour when life rose strongly. sat up in bed and, finding myself alone, took advantage of an adjoining room where marble bath was set in the floor. Returning freshened from the plunge with my sheet drawn around naedI found one of those skilled and gentle valets who seem less men than he maids.
 T am to dress monsieur when mori- sieur is ready" said this person T am ready now,' answered, and he led me into suit of rooms and showed me an array which took my breath-dove colored satin knee breech- es and a long embroidered coat of like color, vest sprigged with rosebuds, cravat and lace ruffies, long silk stock ings and shoes to match in extrava- gance, a shirt of fine lawn and hat for noblernan.
 Tell your master I said to the lack ey, that he intends me great kindness, but prefer my own clothes,
 These are monsieur's own clothes, made to his order and measure.
 But I gave no order, and was not lameasured.''
 The man raised his shoulders and el- bows with gentlest dissent, sssf
 These are only 8 few articles of monsieur's outfit. Here is the key. If monsieur selects another costume he will find each one complete" fro BE coNTINuED.l