Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1905-03-02

~ Dc kay Ollt TtIHUL as We'll
be peacock; to say pretty things,
one might better bc n we'll trained par
rot; to grace The court or the salon.
] had rs soon he statue in the corner
1T has more comfort. more security:
to be admired. to hear fine compliments
well. You know that is the part of
a pct poodle. say. captain. to be
happy one must BIZ free to do"
] looked into her big eyes, that were
full Of their new discovery
Il should like to be among the
wounded soldiers said she, her face
Frightening. at did make me very
happy TO sit by your bedside and do
for you"
There was a very tender look in her
eyes then.
She started 10 rise. A brier, stirring
in the breeze. had fallen across her
hair. She LEI me loose the thorns. and.
doing so. 7 kissed her forehead-I
could not help It.
"Msieur!' she exclaimed in wills.
per. Then she turned quickly away
and stood tearing leaf in her fingers.
Forgive me-" pleaded, for saw
that she was crying at was the i'm
pulse of moment. Pray forgive mel"
She stood motionless and made no
answer. never felt such a stir In
me, for had fear, terrible fear.
that had lost what might never have
again.
'It was honorable admiration" I
continued. rising to my full height he.
side her. Tell me, ma m 'selle, have
hurt you?"
NO" said she in a voice that trem.
hled. 'I am thinking-I am thinking
Of somebody else"
The words, spoken so slowly, so
sweetly, seemed, nevertheless. to f1v
at me. 'Of somebody cise," Whom,
could she mean? Had her sister told
her? Did she know Of my meeting
with Louison? was about to confess
how deeply, how tenderly, 7 loved her.
J had spoken the first word when this
thought flashed upon me, and I halted.
I could not go on.
Mam'selle," l said. T--I-if It is I
OF whom You are thinking, give me
only your pity, and I can be content
Sometime, perhaps, ! may deserve
more. l. l can be OF any service to
you. send for me--command me. You
snail see that l am not ungrateful.
An, man selle," continued, as
STOOD to my full height, and felt q
mighty upliit in my heart that seemed
10 toss the words out vi me, Il have
strong arm and good sword, and the
love OF honor and fair women
She wiped her eyes, and turned and
looked up at me. l was no longer q
sick soldier.
1T is like a beautiful story she
said thoughtfu!ly; and you--you are
like Knight OF Old. We must so home.
1t is long past luncheon hour. We
must hurry
She gave me her arm up the hill.
and we walked without speaking.
Il am very well to-day" remarked
Us we came to the road. If you will
will wait here until get to the big
birch, | shall go around to see if
can beat you to the door,"
1t is not necessary" said she, smil-
ing, "and--and, m'sieur, | am not
ashamed Of you or of what l have
done"
The baroness and Louison had not
yet returned. NJ. Pidgeon was at
luncheon with us in the big dining
al ta -
Llishty Napoleon and the coalition he
was then fighting.
The great monsieur stayed through
the afternoon. as the baroness had
planned big housepar.y for the night,
i'll celebraiio OF tho counts return.
My best clothes had come by messen-
ger from the IIarbOr and | could put
myself in good fettle. The baroness
and the count and LouiGon came early,
and we sat long together under the
trees.
The dinner was at seven. There were
more than dozen guests, amons
whom were a number had seen at the
chateau-Mr. David Parish of Osdens-
burg, who arrived late in big, two
wheel cart drawn by four horses that
came gaUoping 10 the door, and
Gen. Wilkinson, our new commander
in the north, stout. smoot b faced
man. who came with Mr.. Parish ia
citizens dress.
At the dinner the count had much
to say OF the scenes OF excitement in
Albany, where he had lately been
The baroness and her wards were re-
splcndent in old lace aud sparkling
jewels. Great launches of venison
wero served from long sideboard;
there was free flow of old Madeira
and Burgundy and champagne and
cognac. Mr.. Parish and the count and
the general and Moss Kent and M
Pidgeon sat long ut the table. with
cigars and coffee. after the rest of us
had gone to the parlors. and the biz
room rang with their laughter. The
young Marquis dc Gonyello and Mr.
Marc Isambert Brunei Of the Com
pagnie, who afterward founded the
great machine shops Of the royal navy
yard at Portsmouth and became cngi-
neer OF the Thames tunnel. and Pierre
Chassinis, Jr., and I waitzed with the
ladies. Presently | sat down near tho
baroness, who was talking in French
with Therese LIE Ray, the counts
daughter.
Pardon my using French" said tn
baroness. turning to me, "for believ,
you do not use it. and. my friend. i