Waterbury evening Democrat., 1904-11-23
Is there nothing beautiful

"The fact has been impressed on me, I monsieur, that it does not belong to ne. l am an emigre. In city or coun- try my father and Cousin Philippe 1 kept me with them. I have seen noth- Ing of young people except at balls. We | had no intimate friends. We were al- i ways going back. I am still waiting to go back, monsieur, and refusing to go 1 if must"
 After that we met each other as com rades meet and both of us changed like the face of nature when the snow went and warm winds came.
 This looking at her without really ap- l preaching was going on innocently when one day Count de Chaumont rode l up to the manor, his horse and his at- tendant servants and horses covered ] with mud, filling the place with a rush of life.
 1 He looked me over from head to foot with more interest than he had ever ] before shown
 "We are getting on, we are getting on! Is 1t Dr. Chantry. or the little ma tfdame, or the winter housing? Our white blood is very much in evidence. When Chief Williams comes back to the summer hunting he will not know his boy.''
 '@The savage is inside yet, monsieur" ' told him. Scratch me and sec"
 Mot l." he laughed.
 "It is late for thanks, but will now thank you for taking me into your house."
 ''He has learned gratitude for little Ao 21 5o o,,s T work"
 sI hope may be able to do some thing that will square our accounts"
 That's Dr. Chantry's work. He is full of benevolent intentions, and never empties himself When you have learned all your master knows, what are you going to do with it?"
 ''I am going to teach our Indians"
 ''Good. You have full days work before you. Founding an estate in the wilderness is nothing compared to that. You have more courage than De Chau- mont.''
 Whether the spring or thes return of De Chaumont drove me out, could no longer stay indoors, but rowed all day long on the lake or trod the quickening | dience with his house accounts De Chaumont was in Mime. de Terriers rooms, inspecting the wafer blotched letter. He did not appear as depressed as he should have been by the death of his old frien&. @
 These French have, no Saearts," told Dr. Chantry
 He took off his horn spectacles and wiped his eyes, responding:
 "But they find the way to oursl' <. My master told me a few days later that the count decreed Mme de Fer rier must go back to France. He in tended to go with her and push her claim, and his daughter and his, ,daugh- ter's governess would bear them com pany. pr. Chantry and I contemplated each other, glaring in mutual solemni- ty. His eyes were red and watery, and the nose sharpened its cone.
 '.When are the.- going?" inquired.
 "As soon as arrangements for com fortable sailing can be made. wish were going back to England I shall have to save twenty five years before can go, but the fund is started.''
 If I saved hundred and twenty five years I could not go anywhere, for had nothing to save. The worthless ness of civilization rushed over. me. When I was an Indian the boundless world was mine. I could build a shel- ter and take food and clothes by my strength and skill. My boat or my 4 strong legs carried me to all bounda- ries.
 did not know what ailed me, but chased by these thoughts to the lake, determined not to go back again to De Chaumont's house. was sick, and my mother woods opened her arms. Before night penetrated to the heart of an island so densely overgrown, even in spring, when trees had no cur tains, that you were lost as in thou sand mile forest I camped there in s dry ravine, with hemlock boughs un- der and over me, and next day rolled broken logs and cut poles and ever greens with my knife to make a lodge.
 It was boyish, unmannerly conduct. But the world had broken to chaos around me, and set up the rough refuge with skill. Some books, my fish line and knife were always in the boat with me as we'll as box of tin der. I could go to the shore, get a breakfast out of the water and cook it myself. Yet all that day I kept my fast, having no appetite.
 1t was very probable that De Chau- mont's household gave itself no trou- ble about my disappearance. sat on my hemlock floor until the gray of twilight and studied Latin, keeping my mind on the text, save when a squirrel ventured out and glided bushy trained and sinuous before me, or the marble birches, with ebony limbs, drew me to gloat on them. The white birch is a woman and goddess. have associated her forever with that afternoon. All alabaster and ebony she glows from distance. as think ing of her I saw another figure glow through the loopholes of the woods.
 It was Mime. de Terrier. l CHAPTER VII.