Waterbury evening Democrat., 1905-02-03

. x Nambert, with anger. as he came up to me. T may command her, and l shall seek the aid of the law as soon as ind magistrate"
 But see that you find him before we find minister" said.
 ''The dominic! Here he is," said some one near us.
 Marry them" said another Tt is Capt. Bell of the army, a brave and honorable man."
 Does not true love, wherever seen. spread its own quality and prosper by the sympathy it commands? Louise 1 turned to the good man. taking his hand.
 Come" said she, there is no time to lose.'
 The minister came to our help. He could not resist her appeal, so sweetly spoken. There, under an elm by the wayside, with some score of witnesses. including Louison and the young Comte de Broyel. who came out of the coach and stood near. he made us man and wife. We were never so happy as when we stood there hand in hand, that sunny morning, and heard the prayer for Gods blessing, and felt mighty uplift in our hearts. As to my sweetheart, there was never such glow in her cheeka, such light in her large eyes, such a grace in her figure
 Dear sister," said Louison. kissing her. wish were as happy"
 And you shall be as soon as you get to Paris" said the young count.
 ''Oh. dear, I can hardly wait!" said the merry-hearted girl, looking proud ly at her new lover.
 'I admire your pluck, my young man." said M. de Lambert, as we shook hands. You Americans are great people. I surrender; am not going to be foolish. Turn your horses said he, motioning to the driver. We shal! go back at once."
 I helped Louise into the coach with her sister and the Comte de Brovel. Dri and rode on behind them, the village folk cheering and waving their hats.
 "Ye done it sFillful," said D'ri, smil- ing. "Whut d I tell ye?"
 made no answer, being too full Of happiness at the moment.
 ''Tell ye one thing. Ray" he went on soberly: ''ef boy an gal loves one mother, an he has any grit in i'm. can't nuthin' keep 'em apart long,"
 He straightened the mane of his horse, and then added:
 ':Ner they cant nuthin' conquer 'em."
 Soon after two o'clock We turned iD at the chateau.
 We were merry company at lunch con, the doctor drinking our health and happiness with sublime resignation. But had to hurry back-that was the worst of it all. Louise walked with me to the big gate, where were D'ri and the horses. We stopped mo- ment on the way.
 "Again?" she whispered, her sweet face on my shoulder. ''Yes. and as often as you like. No more nowhere is D'ri. Remember, sweetheart, shall look and pray for you day and night"
 Sooner or later all things come to an end. including wars and histories o Cyod'c ,,,orcyt-ood oyop tho 1iyac Of such lucky men as I. All things, did I say? Well, what wonder, for am not writing of youth and far delights with a hand trembling of infirmity? All things save one, meant to say, and that is love, the immortal vine, with it's root in the green earth, that weathers every storm, and "groweth not old" and climbs to paradise; and who eats of it's fruit has in him ever a thought of Heaven-a hope immortal as itself.
 This book of my life ends on bright morning in the summer of IT, at the new home of James Donatianus Le Ray. Comte de Chaumont. the chateau having burned the year before.
 President Monroe is coming on the woods-pike. and veterans are drawn ,ip in line to meet him. Here are men who fought at Chippewa and Lundy's Lane and Lake Erie and Chrysler's Farm. and here are some old chaps who fought long before at Plattsburg and Ticorderoga. Joseph Bonaparte, the ex-king of Spain. so like his mighty brother at St. Helena, is passing the line. He steps proudly. in ruffies and green velvet Gondolas with liveried gondoliers. and filled with fair women, are floating on the still lake. now rich with shadow-pictures of wood and sky and, rocky shore.
 A burst of melody rings in the great harp of the woodland. Tn that trumpet peal, it seems million voices sing:
 Hail. Columbia. happy land.
 Slowly the line begins to limp along. There are wooden legs and crutches and empty sleeves in that column. D'ri goes limping in front. his right leg gone at the knee since our last charge. Draped around him is that old battle flag of the Lawrence. I march beside him. with only this long seam across my cheek to show that had been with