Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1905-03-30

are cold" | stammcred
She held her hand so that the aun
light flashed on the jewels. and locke,
down upon it proudly.
do you think it beautiful?" she
asked.
Eyes. and wonderful" said "But
mark me. II is all sacred trust--the
beauty you have"
"Sacred?"
more sacred than the power of
kings" said
Preacher" said she. with a smile
"You should give yourself to the
church"
II can do better with the sword Of
Steel" said.
But do not he sad. Cheer up, dear
fellow!' she went on, patting my ell
bow with pretty mockery. I'VE wo-
men are not-not so bad. When I
ind the man love-"
Her voice fatered as she began fuss
Ing with her stirrup.
l turned with look of inquiry,
changing quickly TO one of admiration.
II shall make him love me, II I
can" she went on soberly.
And II he does?" queried. my
blood quickcning as our eyes met.
"Dieu, would do anything for him."
said she.
I turned away. looking of at the
brown fields. All. then. for a breath
my heart begged my will for utterance.
Tho first word passed my lips when
there came the sound of galloping
hoofs and Thercse and the marquis.
Come, drcamers." said the former,
as they pulled up beside us. "A cold
dinner is the worst enemy Of happi-
ness"
And he is The worst robber that
shortens the hour Of love- said the
marquis. smiling
We turned, following them at a
swift gallop. They had helped me out
OF that mire Of ecstasy, and now I was
glad, for. on my soul, believed the
fair girl had one more to her liking,
and was only playing for my scalp.
And at last | had begun to know my
own heart, or thought | had.
letter from Gen. Brown. He desired
me to report for duty next day or two.
"War--it is forever war said
Thcrese. when | told her mt dinner.
There is 10 he a coaching-party to-
morrow, and we shall miss you, cap
tain"
Can YOU not soon return?" said the
baroness.
II fear not" was my answer. at is
to be long campaign"
oh, the war. When will 1t ever
end?" said Louise signing.
When we are all dead" said
Louison.
"Of loneliness said the old count,
with a smile.
mo; of old age said Louison,
quickly.
When the army goes into Canada
1t will go into trouble" said the Comte
de Chaumont, speaking in French.
Eve shall have to get you out of cap
tivity. captain
Louise would rescue him." said her
sister. "Shc has influence there"
Would pay my ransom?" in
quired. turning 10 her.
with my life" said she. solemnly.
Greater love hath no man than this"
said the good Pere Joulin. smiling as
the others laughed.
and none has greater obligation"
said Louise. blushng with embarrass-
ment. Has he not brought us three
out of captivity?"
well, if am taken" said. "noth-
me can bring me back unless it be-
"A miracle?" the baroness prompted
as paused.
Yes; even a resurrection" was my
answer. Il know what il means for
a man 10 be captured there these days"
Louise sat beside me. and | saw
what others failed to nOtice-her nap
kin stop quicki on its way to her lip,
her hand tighten as il held the whit,
linen. 1t made me regretfuI of my
thoughtless answer. but oddly happy
for moment. Then they all be-
sought me for some adventure of
those old days in the army. | told
them the story Of the wasps and. when
I had finished. our baroness told of the
trouble it led tO--their capture and
Imprisonment.
1T was very strange" said she. in
conclusion. THAT Enrlishman grew
kinder every day we We're there, until
we began to feel at home
They we're all mystificd, but !
thought ! could understand it. We
had long evening of music, and |
bade them all good-by before going to
bed, for they We're to be off early.
We'll. the morning came clear, and
before | was ont Of bed heard tho
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 came bclow-stairs; l
shall not try to say how much it
pleased me. She was gOwned in pink
a red rose at her bosom. remember
as II 1t were yesterday, the bright
ness of her big eyes. the glow in her
checks, the sweet dignity OF her tall
fine figure when she rose and gave
me her hand
II did feel sorry, ma m 'selle. that