Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1905-05-12

we began TO feel AT NOME.
They were all mystified, but I
thought could understand 1t. We
had long evening of music, and |
babe them all good-by before going to
bed, for they were to be off early.
Well, the morning came clear, and
before I was out of bed l heard the
coach horn, the merry laughter OF
ladies under my window, the prancing
hoofs, and the crack of the whip as
they all went away. 1t surprised me
greatly to find Louise at the breakfast
table when l came below-stairs; |
shall not try to say how much 1t
pleased me. She was gowned in pink,
red rose at her bosom. l remember
as If it were yesterday, the bright
ness of her big eyes, the glow in her
cheeks, the sweet dignity of her tall,
fine figure when she rose and gave
me her hand
II did feel sorry, selle, that l
could not go; but now-now l am
| happy" was my remark.
"Oh captain, you are very gallant"
said she, as we took seats. II was not
in the mood for merrymaking, and
then, am reading book"
"a book! May its covers be the
gates of happiness" I answered.
"Eh bien! it is a tale of love-" said
she.
"Of man for woman" inquired.
"Of lady that loved two knights,
and knew not which the better"
Il Al
inquired. I'm tale things should
go as-well, as God plans them"
quite possible said she, for in
such a thing as love who knows what
what may happen?"
Except he have a wide experience"
I answered.
"And have Gods eyes," said she.
LET me tell you They were both hand
some, brave, splendid, of course, but
there was a difference: the one had
a more perfect beauty of form and face,
the other a nobler SOUL
"And which will she favor?"
"Alas! l have not read, and do not
know her enough to Judge" was the
answer; but | shall hate her if she
does not take him with the better
soul"
And why?" l could hear my heart
beating.
Love is not love unless it be" She
paused, thinking. "Dieu! from soul to
SOUL she added feelingly.
She was looking down, white, tap
cred finger stirring the red petals of
the rose. Then she spoke in a low,
sweet tone that trembled with holy
feeling and cut me like a sword of
the spirit going to its very hilt in my
soul.
"Icve looks to what is noble" said
she. cor it is vain-it is wicked; ii
fails: it dies in a day, like the rose.
True love, that is forever"
What if it be hopeless?" I whis-
pered.
"Ah! then it is very bitter" said
size, her voice diminishing. 1T may
kill the body, but-but love does not
die. When it comes"
There was a breath of silence that
had in it strange harmony not of this
world.
"'When 1t comes'?" whispered.
"You see the coming Of great king,
said she, looking down thoughtfully
her chin upon her hand.
And all people bow their heads,
I said.
"Yes." she added. with a sigh. "tc
give their bodies to be burned, If ht
ask it. The king is cruel-sometimes
"Dieu." said l He has many cap
tives."
She broke a sprig of fern, twirling il
in her fingers; her big eyes looked VI
at me, and saw, l know, to the bottom
of my soul.
But long live the .king!" said she
her lips trembling, her cheeks as red a,
the rose upon her bosom.
Long live the king!" l murmured
We dared go no farther. Sweet phil.
Osopher, inspired of Heaven, | could
not bear the look of her, and rost
quickly with dim eyes and went out OF
the open door. A revelation had come
to me. Mere de Dieu, how | loved
that woman so fashioned in thy imagel
She followed me, and laid her hand up
|
with emotion.
Captain" said she, in that swee
voice, captain. what have I done?"
1t was the first day of the Indiar
summer, a memorable season that year
when according to an old legend, the
Great Father sits idly on the noun
tain-tops and blows the smoke of his
long pipe into the valleys. In a mo-
ment was quite calm, and stood look,
ing off to the hazy hollows of the fal
field. l gave her my arm and without
speaking, We walked slowly down {
garden path. For time neither broke
the silence.
Il did not know-I did not know,
she whispered presently.
"And I-must-tell you," said brok
emily, that THAT /"
"Hush-sh-sh!" she whispered, hel