The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1904-01-16
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established as in another home, at the
Hotel de Clairville. Here the kind-heart-
ed Count Frederic and his amiable wife
congratulated themselves upon having
gathered together SO happy a family par"
ty; and no pains were. spared to con-
tribute to the enjoyment of each. Rose
had never been In Paris before; It's splen-
doris and gaieties were novel and pleasing
to her. But every enjoyment had its
chief source from the presence Of Louis;
nothing was~complete If he were not at
her side to share in her pleasure; and it
charmed him to perceive this.
"You shall dwell here, some day, my
Rose" he said to her, with his own
bright smile that the young girl loved SO
well.
And she smiled in return; while Helen
Montauban turned away, with a dark
CLEAN In her, eyes-a. darker froWn on
that splendid brow.
"Some day! How little" said the
naughty woman, mentally, "how little do
they dream that the will Of another is
to exercise authority then! They count
confidently on their future-upon the fate
that is awaiting them. All, if they knew
what 1t is to be-that fate!'
NOW LHdL hFlS WAS BIC "o7
nearer to her purpose, and the fierce i'm
patience she had felt subsidized as she
approached to the contamination of that
purpose. Not because she quailed, or
shrank from it, but that now she was
able to contemplate 1t more nearly-to
look upon her revenge as almost accom-
. plished, and she was content to wait yet
longer.
"Helen, you are i'll, think" said Fran
els Egerton in alarm.
She had been sitting in the same atti-
tude for q full hour, with her head rest
ing on her hand, and those dark, calm
eyes fixed on the floor. But her lips were
very pale, and her face marble white.
"You are H. Helen" he repeated, gent
ly, bending over to attract her attention,
and laying his hand on hers. But the icy
GOODNESS of that hand chilled and startled
him.
"You are not quite right, my lord" she
answered; "for l am not i'll exactly, and
yet am not well. l have merely a Sc
we're headache" And she pressed her
hand to her brow.
"a headaches that all? Nay, you
are feverish, for now your cheeks are
burning. Let me ask your father to send
for a PHYSICIAN. You may, perhaps,
have taken the fever which Is prevailing
in the city. Dear Helen, be advisedw
"Francis, command you to remain
where you are," said Mademoiselle Mon
tauban, imperativefy. II have assured
you that am not i'll, and l do not wish
either to attract attention or to interfere
with the enjoyment Of others. Since you
are so anxious, shall endeavor to rest
awhile in my own apartment, and may
regain my usual spirits by evening, in
which case will rejoin the family. Pre-
sent my excuses to them, If you please
She left him and assembled to her cham
Der.
Night came The rest Of the family
were to attend the opera. Helen Mon
tauban assigned a severe headache as
her reason for not accompanying them
and remained at home. From the case
ment of her room she looked down anC
saw the carriage roll away from the
gates.
An hour afterwards there emerged
from the hotel n youth, wearing q brOaC
hat slouched over his eyes and a cloak
which he drew about him, half concealin!
his face with its folds. He looked bacl
with hurried, nervous glance as h
gained the portal. mo one has seen me,
he muttered, land the rest Is sufficient,
easy" At rapid pace he FASTENED on
1t was dark; but the lamps in the streets
poured a flood Of light along his way a
he proceeded, and crowds of pedestrian
passed him and the way was thronget
with carriages and vehicles of every de
scription. He only drew his hat furthe
over his eyes, arranged the folds of tn
cloak so as more fully to hide his fea
lures, and hurried along, passing fror
one street to another, and never lookin
at a single face in all the jostling multi
tude about him.
At length, in n retired street, he reach
ed the door of building. half shop, hal
dwelling; at this door he knocked. !
domestic appeared, bearing light, whic
she held up to survey the features c
the youth; but he shrunk further bac
into the shadow, and gathered the folG
of the cloak more closely about hits fac
as he asked, in a low and somewhs
hoarse voice:
SIS the alchemist at home?"
"He is, monsieur. Will you come in
The youth entered, the woman lookin
at him with half-curious glance for g
Instant out then mutterlng to herSel
"Well-well, need not trouble my hea
he is not the first mask that has con
hither," she added aloud: This wa
monsieur; you will find my master
here" and led the way through the roo
into which he had entered from the sire
to a back one, opening from the frs
Here was an old man, bent half doubl
seated at a table, and engaged in poril
over rich and curious volume of q
tique appearance. About the apartme
were arranged, in different places, va
GUS stuffed figures of animals, and sol
of them reptiles so hideous as to send
involuntary SILVER over the boy as he
held them. Strange and horrible forl
were everywhere about him; he turn
from contemplating them in disgust. 7
old man laid aside his book and look
up.
''Ycu want me?-well, what is it?'
said, leaning back in his chair, and
garding his guest closely with the pie
ing. dark eyes that seemed still darl
and more piercing from the bushy, sno
white brows that oyerhung them.
The youth~spoke not, nor removed
cloak from his face; but silently adva