Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1905-11-06

voice, lUbuSH hS CoulO BOt possibly I
have distinguished the words.
Is that thou, Tony?" called out
the CHEEKY voice from within. It
was impossible to realize that these
were the tones Of a dying man. |
have seen two die laughing, both
Frenchmen.
YES" answered the man by my
side.
We entered the room together
De Keroualles smiled when he saw
us side by side, Tony de Muy tower
ing above me.
"Ahw he cried. ct is like old
times"
/ made shift to smile, but the
white look was already about his
lips. l wished that l could get
away.
~See you, Tony" he said, with a
sudden change to gravity which had
always been characteristic of him.
English people, and there are al
WAYS a few living at Fontainebleau,
thought De Keroualles very French.
'See you, the good God wants me.
What will you? We must be salts
fed."
Tony held his lip with his teeth
and made no answer.
eff | could have seen Renee"
murmured the dying man, with a
wistful look at me. In books men
invariably seem to die satisfied. In
my experience they have always
wanted something could not give
them.
"The young man looks grave" he
said. "Ah, yes, know. We were
to have been married, mon ami.
That is ALL
Then he lay still for minute or
so.
Il wonder if she loves me-" he
said in weaker voice, with a calm
/ assurance characteristic Of his ma
ton, which has no awkwardness
where we are self conscious and shy.
"Not a doubt of it." answered
Renee's brother steadily.
And the dying mans eyes lighted.
If | could tell all that | have seen
compassed by a woman's love be-
hind her back | should be disbeliev-
ed. The best stories are rarely told.
CAT last whispered De Kerou-
allies.
"At last" was the unfinching re-
ply.
man. did she say 500"
eyes"
.''What did she say?"
The Vicomte de Muy looked in
my face and breathed heavily. AS
for me, l looked out of the window.
'Did she say she would be con-
tent to marry me ?"
eyes, quite content"
"And more-beyond, [ mean? Ali
of it? l am the last of the De Ke-
roualles, you know"
And I heard the first catch in his
breath.
eyes, all Of it," answered De
Muy, who had two little sons at
home in the south.
'She wanted that also 2"
eyes, she wanted that also"
There was a silence. The sun
was now rising behind the pine trees
on the other bank of the river. Its
golden light showed that on the face
Of Jacques de Keroualles which had
. not hitherto been noticeable. He
was dying Of an internal bleeding
which art was powerless to stop.
He looked at me.
so, young man." he said with
his wonderful gayety, ''you see life
, has been worth the living, after all
| To have won that, although it il
: so soon lost"
Tony de Muy was looking at me
across the cot with an, expression
which reminded me of my first .oper
, alton.
!, Jacques de Keroualles did no
& speak again, and the smile slowl.
d chilled, as it were, on his waxen fea
lures. De Muy failed for some TIM
) to realize that his friend was dead
e Then he suddenly perceived it, ant
q his grim face relaxed.
e Good forgive mep' he muttered
:. and pressing my hand he strobe GU
T. of the room. His horse was waiting
S and | heard him clatter away to tn
It front, where the fighting had begun
e again.-HenE Seton Merrinlan il
$ National observer.
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