Waterbury evening Democrat., 1904-12-15

[ I . was not recalled long ago. I reserve to myself the privilege of declining without saying why decline"
 ''ae must be made to change his mind. monsieur!' Mime. de Terrier ex- claimed.
 '..I am not a man that changes his mind every time the clock strikes''
 I took the padlecked book out of my breast and laid 1t upon the table. looked at 7the priest, not at her. The padlocked book seemed to have no more to do with the conversation than q hat or pair of gloves.
 saw. as one sees from the side of the eye. the scarlet rush Of blood aLd the snow white rush of paIIor which covered her one after the other. The moment was too strenuous. could not spare her. She had to bear 1t with me. S N
 She set her ciinched hands on her knees,
 < "Sire!'
 I faced her. The coldest look I ever saw in her gray eyes repelIed me. Aa she delibera tely said:
 You are Lot such fool!"
 I stared back as coldly and sternly, and deliberately answered.:
 T ar1-just such a fool!'
 Consider how any persoh who might be to blame for your decision would despise sou for 1t aftCrwardg'
 "A boy in the first Hush of his youth," ]" Abbe Edgeworth said. his fine jaws squared with a grin, might throw away a kingdom for some woman who took his fancy and whom he could not have, perhaps. unless he did throw his Kingdom away, and after he had done 1t, he would hate the woman. But a young man in his strength doesn't do such things!''
 "A king who hasn't spirit to be q kingr' Mme. dc Terrier mocked.
 I mercilessly faced her down.
 What is there about me? Sum me up. am robbed on every side by any one who cares to fleece me. Whenever am about to accomplish anything fall down as If knocked on the headv
 She rose from her seat.
 ''You let yourself be robbed because you are princely. You have plainly left behind you every weakness of your childhood. Look at him in his strength, Monsieur Abbe! He has sucked in the vigor of new countryl The failing power of an old line of kings is renewed in him! You could not have nourished such dauphin for France in your exiled court! Burying in the American soil has developed what you see for yourself-the king?'
 ''FEe is handsome man," Abbe Edgeworth quietly admitted.
 "'Oh, let his beauty aloney Look at his manhood--his kinghoodH'
 ''Of what use is his kinghood if he will not exercise it7''
 t'He must!'
 She turned upon me derceIy.
 "Haye you no ambitionT
 ''Yes, madame. But there are sew eraI kinds of ambition, as there are several kinds of success. You have to knock people down with each kind if you want it acknowledged. As told you awhile ago. am tenacious beyond belief and shall succeed in what un- dertake.'
 ''What are you undertaking
 q am not undertaking to mount throne.'
 'tI cannot believe itl Where is there a man who would turn from what is offered you2 Consider the life before you in this country. Compare 1t with the life you are throwing away" She joined her hands ''Sire, the men of my house who fought for the kings of yours plead through me that you will %a l-o vynY15s i11f1arifaucn {"
 I kept my eyes on Abbe Edgeworth. He considered the padIocked book as an object directly in his line of vision. It's wooden covers and small metal paddock attracted the secondary atten- ton we bestow on trifes when we are at great issues.
 answered hsr.
 sTTne men of your hcuseaad the women Of your house. madaAne--can- not dictate what kings Of my house should do in this day.g
 well as yo1 anpear to know him.