Waterbury evening Democrat., 1904-12-15

aauhme.'. sald ADbe Edgewortn, ''and loyally as you urge him. your efforts l are wasted
 She next accused me.
 You hesitate on account of the In dians!''
 If there were no Indians in Amer ica should do just as am doing."
 'tAll men,'' the abbe noted, ''hoId in contempt man who will not grasp power when he can.'' 1 'sWhy should grasp power2 I have it in myself. am using 1t,
 "Using 1t to ruin yourselfg' she cried
 tMonseigneurg' The abbe rose. We stood eye to eye. q was at the side of the king your father upon the scaffoId My hand held to his lips the crucifx of our Lord Jesus Christ. Tn his death no word of bitterness escaped him. 1 True son of St. Louis, he supremely loved France. Upon you he laid in- l junction to leave to God alone the pun. 1 ishment of regicides and to devote your life to the welfare of all French. men. Afonseigneur, are you deaf to 1 this call of sacred duty? The voice of your father from the scaffoId, in this 1 hour when the fortunes of your house are lowest, bids you take your right ful place and rid your people of the usurper who grinds France and Europe l into the blood stained earthy' wheeled and walked across the floor from Abbe Edgeworth and turned again and faced him.
 Monsieur. you have put a dart l through me. If anything in the uni verse could move me from my position, what you have said would do it. But my fathers blood cries through me to- day: Shall the son of Louis XVI. be forced down the unwilling throats of his countrymeu by foreign bayonets- Russians. Germans. English? Shall the dauphfn Of France be hoisted to place by the alienY My father would ]; forbid It. You appeal to my family love. bear about with me every l'where the pictured faces of my fam- fly. The father whose name you in- yoke is always close to my heart. That i royal duchess whom you are privileged to see daily. monsieur, and never. is lsso dear and sacred to me that l. think of her with prayer But my life is | here. Monsieur. in this new world no man can say to me Come or .GO.' am as free as the Indian. But the pre- tender to the throne of France, the puppet of Russia. of England. of the enemies of my country, slave to pol Elcy and intrigue. a chained wanderer about Europe! Oh. my God. to be such . pretende1-, gasping for air. for light, SIS gaspA@ at Ste. Pelagie! Oh, let me be fE.%4 mana free mani''
 The old churcEman whispered oyer and over:
 My royal sonY'
 My arms dropped relaxed. f There was another reason. ! did not give it. would not give it.
 We heard the spring wind following the river channel. and far faint call that knew go welI-the trianguIa1 wild flock m the upper air, Hyfug north.
 "Honki HonkI'' It was the jubiiant cry of freedom!
 Madame" said Abbe Edgeworth. resting his head On his hands, VI have seen many str bborn Bourbons. but he is the most obstinate Of them aIla We do not make as much impression on him. as that little padlocked book.'' Her terrified eyes darted at him and hid their panic.
 ''Monsiel1r Abbe," she exclaimed piercingIy, tell him no woman will love him for throwing away king dom!'
 The priest began once more.
 You will not resign your rightsY'
 stNo.''
 exon will not aS erciae them r,
 'sNo.''
 eff postpone my departure from today until tomorrow or next week or next month. is there any possibility of your reconsidering this decisionT'
 "No''
 ''Monseigneur, must leave you with this answerY'
 "Your staying cannot, alter 1t, Mon sieur Abbe''
 You understand this ends all Over- lures from FranceT'
 ''I understand"
 "Is there nothing that you would ask 2''
 q would ask Mme. d'Angouleme to remember me"
 He came forward like courier. lift ed my hand to his lips and kissed it.
 with your permission, monseigneur, will now retire and ride slowly, back along the river until you overtake me. I should like to have some lime for solitary thought"
 "You have my permission, Monsieur Abbe."
 He bowed to Mime. de Terrier. and so moving to the door he bowed again to me and took his leave.
 His horse's impatient start and his remonstrance as he mounted came plainly to our ears. The regular beat of. hoofs upon the sward followed, then an alternating tap, tap of horses feet diminished down the trail.
 Eagle and I avoided looking at each other.
 A bird inquired through the door with inquisitive chirp and was away.
 Volcanoes and whirIwinds, fire and all force held themselves condensed and Quiescent in the still room.
 I moved first. laying Marie Therese'a message on the pad1ocked book. Stand. ing with folded arms faced Eagle,