Waterbury evening Democrat., 1904-11-29

Qu1S.
 ssNo doubt. Never empty, ehy' T have been servant of the Hotel
 Dieu fourteen years, monsieur the mar Quis, and have not yet seen lan the
 marble slabs vacant.n You receive the bodies of the
 drowned2"
 And place them where they may be
 seen and claimed" .a,
 How long do you keep themy' That depends. Sometimes their friends seek them at once. We have
 kept body three months in the winter season, though he turned very green" Are all in your present collection gathering verdure?" tfNo, monsieur. We have a very fresh one, just brought ina big, stall l wart fellow with the look Of the coun- try about hin.'
 'SmaM clothes ?,s
 "Yes, monsieur.~
 , ABuckle shoes?'' sYes, monsieur.Y s-f {! "Hair light and longfs seThe very man, monsieur the mar 1 quis'' 1 sesaggs 5@ sAS
 ssI suppose I shall have to look at him. If he had to make himself un
 pleasant he should have stayed at the ] chateau, where his mother could iden- tffy him. He is one of my peasants come to, Paris to see fife. must hold ! my nose and do it. .sEA sssas
 @Itis not necessary to hold the nose. monsieur" 4tAfter fourteen years perhaps no" heard the snap of snufbox lid as the marquis fortified himself. My agony for the woman who was to
 be looked at turned so sharp that I ut l tered click in my throat. But they
 passed her and merely glanced at my next neighbor. The old marquis encountered my fixed stare. visibly 1t shocked through him. He was all gray and .curled and powdered instead of being clipped
 close and smooth in the style of the em- pire, an exquisite, thin featured man, high of nose and eyebrows, not large, l but completely turned out as ample man and bright spirit. The slightest 1 fragrance of scent was in his presence, | and shade of snuff on his upper lip
 resembled fine supercilious hairs. I did not look at the servant of the | Hotel Dieu. The old noble and held each. other with unfinching gaze.
 .saDo you recognize him, monsieur 2" l s'I do,'' the old noble deliberately an l swered ssI should know this face any
 where Have him taken to my carriage 1 directly" l "Your carriage, monsieur! He can be sent"-
 s'I said take him to my carriage" l sIt shall hA done His. eyes have
 opened since, he came in. But they sometimes look as if they would speak.
 Their faces change constantly. This other man who is grinning tonight may be quite serious tomorrow "And by the end of the month sorry
 enough, eh?"
 The servant of the Hotel Rieu tit
 tered amiably, and I knew he was go-y
 ing for helpto lift me off the slab when
 he uttered cry of surprise. The old I marquis wheeled sharply and said: "Eh, bien. Is this another of them l promenading himself y' 1 felt the Oneida coming before his l silent moccasins strode near me. He
 did not wait an instant, but dragged l
 to the stone floor, where he knelt upon
 one knee and supported me. Oh, Sken-
 edonk, how delicious was the warmth
 of your healthy body! How comfort l ing the grip of your hunter arms! Yet I there are people who say an Indian is l like snake! I could have given
 thanks before the altar at the side of
 the crypt which my fixed eyes encoun-
 tered as he held me. The marble drip
 ped into its gutter as if complaining of my escape.
 "Oh, my dear friend!'' cried the serv- ant.
 X Skenedonk answered nothing at all. .fa Who is this gentleman" the mar quis inquired, 4.that seems to have the
 skin of a red German sausage drawn
 tight over his headY'
 ''This is an American Indian, mon
 sieur the marquis"
 l .~An Indiang'
 ] 'sYes, monsieur. But he understands French .s Thank you for the hint. It may
 save me, from having a German saul
 sage drawn tight over my head.
 have heard that American Indians
 practice giving their friends that ap-
 pearance. How do you know he under stands French? ?''
 sI think 1t is the man who used to l come to the Hotel Dieu years ago when l Twas new in it's service. He was in
 structedain religion by churchmen in Paris and learned the language. Oh,
 my dear monsieur-I think 1t is Iro-
 Quois that he is caIled-I am aware the Americans have different manners, but here we do not go into the mortuary I chapel of the Hotel Dieu and disar- | range the bodies without permission!o Skenedonk's eyes probably had less
 of the lawn in them than usual. Il felt the guttural sound under his breast. T have found him, and now I will l take him" V ..But that is the marquis servant!'' <. "The marquis is his servantr' E,A"Oh. my dear monsieur the Indian,