Waterbury evening Democrat., 1904-11-22

upon me, while Dr. Chantry was served by another man named Jean My mas ter fretted at Jean. The older servant paid no attention to that. l Mime. de Terrier and had lived six months under the same roof as stran- !. gers. Consciousness plowed such a di- rect furrow in front of me that I saw 1 little on either side of it. She was a l name that found written in the front of the missal and copied over and oveS down foolscap paper in my practice of script: s..1 Eagle Madeleine Marie de Terrier" Eagle Madeleine Marie de Terrier" She stood in her sitting room, which looked upon the lake, and before a word passed between us saw she was unlike any of her former selves. Her 1 features were sharpened and whitened. She looked beyond me with gray col ored eyes and held her lips apart ! 1T have news. The Indian brought me this letter from Albany ] could nat help glancing curiously at 1 the sheet in her hand, spotted on the back with broken red wafers. It was i the first letter I had ever seen. Dr. l Chantry told me he received but one during the winter from his sister and paid Spanish reals in postage for 1t, besides fee and some food and whis- ky to the Indian who made the journey to deliver such, parcels. It was try ing and an important experience to re- ceiye letter. Twas surprised that Mme, Tank had recommended my send ing one into the Wisconsin country.
 Count de Chaumont is gone, and I must have advice."s
 Madame" I said, s'Dr. Chantry was asleep, but will wake him and bring him here"
 "No. will tell you. Monsieur, my Cousin Philippe is dead. -
 It might have shocked me more if I had known she had a Cousin Philippe. said stupidly: {, ssIs he?"
 Cousin Philippe was my husband, you understandg"
 Madame, are you married P
 "Of courseY' she exclaimed. And I confessed to myself that in no other way, could Paul be accounted for. ,.. But. you are here aloneY yg . 4. Two large tears ran down her face. ssYou should understand the De Fer riers are poor, monsieur, unless some thing can be saved from our estates that the Bonapartes have given away. [ Cousin Philippe went to see if we could recover any part of them. Count de Chaumont thought it a favorable time. But he was too old for such journey and the disappointmepts at the end of it.'
 s"Oldr Was he old, madameg' { Almost as old as my father" { 1i' But you are very young.Y T was only thirteen when my father on his deathbed married me to Cousin Philippe. We were the last of our family. Now Cousin Philippe is dead, and Paul and are orphans"
 She felt her loss as Paul might have felt his. He was gurgling at Ernes- tines knee in the next room.
 T want advice. v she said. And stood ready to give it, as man always is; the more positively because I knew nothing of the world. ksSS
 Cousin Philippe said I must go to France for Paurs sake and appeal my
  fluence over the emperor. His com lnand was to go at once"
 Madame, you cannot go in midwin- ter.''
 Must go at all?' she cried out pas sionately. "Why don't you tell me a De Terrier shall not crawl the earth before Bonaparte! You--of all men! } We; are poor and exiles because we were reyalists-are royalists-we al- :. ways shall be royalists! would rath- X CT make 'woodchopper, of Paul than serf to this Napoleonv'
 She checked herself and motioned to chair
 'Sit down, monsieur. Pardon me that have kept you standing
 I placed the chair for her, but she declined 1t, and we continued to face each other.
 Madame" said, you seem to blame me for something. What have I doneY N+e- siay u. s,8
 Nothing, monsieur
 4'I will now ask your advice. What do you want me to do that I have not done?''
 Monsieur, you are doing exactly
  what want you to do"
 ".rhen you are not dispieased with s me?'
 X .2 T am more pleased with you every time see you. Your advice is good. cannot go in midwinter."
 -Are you sure your cousin wanted you to make this journey?"
 'The notary says so in this letter. Philippe died in the farmhouse of one of our peasants, and the new masters . could not refuse him burial in the church where De Terriers have lain for hundreds of years. He was more fortunate than my father. F E This interview with Nine de Terrier, in. which cut so poor q figure singu- 1arly influenced me- More than any thing else wanted friends of my own age To see Dr. Chantry dosing and hear him grumbling no longer remain ed endurable, for he reminded me that my glad days were due and was not receiving them. Worse than that, in stead of proving. grateful for all his