Waterbury evening Democrat., 1904-12-02

hanging upon some one who will feed him."
 "He is my master" I answered. "I am fool myself"
 "You will come back from Mittnu convinced of that, my boy. The wise course is to join yourself to events and let them draw your chariot. My dis likers say have temporized with fate. 1t is true I am not so righteous as to smell to heaven, but two or three facts have been deeply impressed on me. There is nothing more aggressive than the virtue of an ugly, untempted wo- man or the determination of young man to set every wrong thing in the world right. He cannot wait and take mellow interest in what goes on around him, but must lean, into the ring. You could live here with me in- definitely while the nation has Bona parte like the measles. When the dis ease has run it's course we may be able to bring evidence which will make it unnecessary for the Count of Provence to hasten here that France may have a king"
 T want to see my sister, monsieur"
 And lose her and your own cause forever"
 But he helped me to hire a strong travelling chaise and stock it with such comforts as it would bear. He also turned my property over to me, recom- mending that should not take it into Russ ;. Half the jewels at least con sidered the property of the princess in Mittau, but his precaution influenced me to leave three bags of coin in Dr. Chantry's care, for Dr. Chantry was the soul of thrift with his own, and to send Skenedonk with the jewel case to the marquis bank. The cautious Onei- da took counsel of himself afd hid it in the chaise. He told me when we were three days out. N
 When paid my last visit at De Chaumont's hotel and said was going into the country Eagle looked con cerned, as a De Terrier should, but she did not turn her head to follow my de- parture. The game of man and woman was in its most blindfold state between us. There was one, however, who watched me out of sight. The marquis was more agitated than I liked to see him. He took snuff with constant click of the lid.
 The usual route carried us eastward to Cracow, the old capital of Poland, scattered in ruined grandeur within it's brick walls. Beyond it remember a stronghold of the middle ages called the fortress of Landskron
 In Lithuania the roads were paths winding through forests full of stumps and roots. The carriage hardly squeezed along. and eight little horses attached to it in the Polish way had much ado to draw us.
 Within the proper boundary of Rus sfa our way was no better. There we saw queer projections of boards around trees to keep bears from climbing after the hunters.
 In Grodno, a town of falling houses and ruined palaces, we rested again be- fore turning directly north. There my heart began to sink. We had spent four weeks on a comfortless road, working always toward the goal. It was nearly won. A speech of my friend the mar quis struck itself out sharply in the northern light.
 ''You are not the only pretenderJ my dear boy. Don't go to Mittau expecting to be hailed as novelty. At least two peasants have started up claiming to be the prince who did not die in the Temple and have been cast down again, complaining of the treatment of their dear sister. The Count d'Artois says he would rather saw wood for living than be king after the English fashion. I would rather be the worthless old fel- low am than be king after the Mittau fashion, especially when his majesty Louis XVIII. sees you coming"