Waterbury evening Democrat., 1904-12-05

tune he had placed in my hands, I looked forward with impatience to our meeting.
 "We have nothing, Skenedonk," T exclaimed the first time there was oc- casion for money on the road. How have you been able to post? The mon ey and the jewel case are gone."
 ''We have two bags of money and the snufbox," said the Oneida. "I hid them in the post carriage"
 ''But had the key of the jewel casef'
 'You are good sleeper" responded Skenedonk.
 I blessed him heartily for his fore thought. and he said if he had known was fool he would not have told me we carried the jewel case into Russia. dared not let myself think of Mme.l de Terrier. The plan of buying back her estates, which I had nurtured in the bottom of my heart, was now more remote than America One bag of coin was spent in Paris. but three remained there with Dr. Chantry. We had money, though the more valuable treasure stayed in Nit tau.
  of Champagne we were no longer har- assed lodging troops and slept the last night of our posting at Epernay. Tax ing the road early next morning, be- gan to watch for Plessy too soon with out forecasttng that I was not to set foot within its walls.
 We came within the marquis bound aries upon a little goose giH knitting beside her flock. Her bright hair was bound with woolen cap. Delicious grass and the shadow of an oak under which she stood were not to be resist ed, so I sent the carriage on. She looked open mouthed after Skenedonk and bobbed her dut1ful, frightened courtesy at me.
 The marquis peasants were by no means under the influence of the en- pire, as knew from observing the lad whom he had sought among the drowned in the mortuary chapel of the Hotel Dieu and who was afterward found in remote wine shop seeing sights. The goose girl dared not speak to me unless required it of her, and the unusual notice was an honor she would have avoided.
 What do you do here ?" inquired.
 Her little heart palpitated in the an- swer, "Oh, guard the geese"
 'Is the Marquis du Plessy at the cha teau?"
 Her face grew shaded, as cloud chases sunlight before it across a meadow. '.Do you mean the new mar quis, the old marquis cousin, mon- a1a xyonf oxuou dironflw altar the burial.'
 t'What burial?'
 '"The old marquis burial. That was before St. John's day"
 'Be careful what you say, my child"
 Didn't you know he was dead, mon- sieur?'
 T have been on journey. Was his death student"
 "He was killed in duel in Paris"
 'Tt can't be truen'
 Monsieur" the goose girl asserted solemnly, lit is true. The blessed St. Alpin, my patron, forget me if I tell you lie."
 Around the shadowed spot where sat heard trees whispering on the hills and cart rumbling along the hardened dust of the road.
 Monsieur" spoke the goose girl out of her good heart, "if you want to go to his chapel I will show you the path"
 She carried her knitting down val ley to stream, across the bridge and near an opening In the bushes at the foot of hill.
 "Go all to the right, monsieur" she said, ''and you will come to the chapel where the Du Plessys are buried"
 Keeping all to the right, as the goose girl directed, found chapel like a shrine.
 It was locked. Through the latticed door I could see an altar, whereunder the last Du Plessy who had come to rest there doubtless lay with his kin.
 The light, quick stepping of horses and their rattling harness brought Mime. de Terriers carriage quickly around the curve fronting the chapel. Her presence was the one touch which the place lacked. and forgot grief, shame, impatience at being found out in my trouble, and stood at her step with my hat in my hand. She said, "Oh, Lazarrew and Paul beat on Ernestine's knee, echoing, "Oh, ZarW and my comfort was absolute as release from pain, because she had come to visit her old friend the mar lquis.
 I helped her down and stood with her at the latticed door.
 How bright it is here!' said Eagle.
 "It is very bright. came up the hill from dark place."
 "Did the news of his death meet you on the post roadY'
 "It met me at the foot of this hill. l The goose girl told me-"
 "Oh, you have been hurt!' she said, looking at me. ''Your face is all seam ed. Don't tell me about Mittau today. Paul and are taking possession of the estates!"
 Napoleon has given them back to youv'
 ''Yes, he has! begged the De Chau monts to let me come alone! By hard