Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1905-12-28

0otV' VII, you SHOuIV UuNe Se"u IIln1 III
those days. He was like some furious
wild beast. hut after she was set free
Celeste did not come to us MS she had
promise. We saw TINT she suspected
us, that she wish to have nothing NOR,
to DO with us. So Victor commanded
that I write another letter, imploring
her. offering to explain" She stopped
moment to control herself "Ah
when ] think Of It. She came. mon.
eieur. We took from her her gown and
put II on Cecile. She never left the
place again until the carriage stopped
TO take her to the boat. AS for us, We
were his slaves"
There WINS no need that she should
tell me more.
And the gold?" I asked.
She drew key from her pocket ant
gave II to me.
ut Is in a box upstairs" she said.
l took the key and followed her t.
the floor above. The box, " heavy oak
bound with iron. with steamship anu
express labels fresh upon It, stood H.
one corner. unlocked il and threw
back the lid. Package upon packag,
lay in it, just rs they had come from
the subtreasury. I locked the box
again and put the key in my pocket.
OF course said as I turned to 60
IL can only repeat your story to III,
companion. He and Miss lIollada,
will decide what steps to take"
F1hnt lett, .
went out along the path between the
trees. leaving them alone with thci,
dead.
Joy Is great rpstOrer and week
or happiness in this enchanted Iari
had wrought wonders in our junior
and his betrothcd. 1t was good to lool
ut them, to smile at them sometimes
as when they stood unsccing bcfor,
some splendid canvas at the Louvre
The pas, was put aside. forgotten
They lived only for the future.
And near futur" TOO. There was II,
reason why II should he deferred, an
so they wore welded. with only WI,
three for witnesses. AT the pref
chapel of st. L,lkes. near the IsouL
Vard MOhtparnasse
There WAS Il little breakfast nftp.
ward at Mrs. kemball'S auartmr,:
ana then our hostess babe them adpu
and her daughter and drove vii
them across Paris to the Care de I.yol
where they were Ia take train 70:
fortnight on the Riviera We wave
them off ana turned back together.
1T IL ueSecratiOn TO use Il carril.
ON such day" said my companpl.
50 we dismissed ours and Sauntcre
toward the river,
so that is the end of the story" 81
said m'is!n"ly.
"Of their story yes, nterjected.
But there arc still certain things
do not quito understand" she cont
ued. not hecding me.
"Yes?'
For instance. why did they trout.
to keep her prisoner
Family aG'ection:"
Nonsense There could he non
Besides, the man dominated them. ~
! believe him 10 have bccn capable ,
any crime.
perhaps he meant the hundred tho,
sand TO he only the first payment. Wi
her at hand be- might hope to get mo
indefinitely. Without her
well. without her:"
"Oh. the pist grows and grows H.
more one THINKS of it. believe il gre
under his haids in just the same wa,
! don't doubt that ii would have com
ut last to Miss Holladay's death b.
some subtle means. to the SubS,itutiu
Of her sister for her After IA year g.
two abroad who could have dctcclr
II! And then 49, oh. then she Won
have married Faiolle again. and tie.
would have settled down TO the cnio}
ment of her fortune And he wou
have been great man - OH a yer
great man."
My companion nodded.
"Touchc!" she cried.
bowed my thanks. was lcarnin
French rapidly
But Frances did not sec them again:
"Oh. no. She preferred not
ANU NV lll'ln'N
"Was left in the box. I sent ha,
the key. She wished it so. After NJ.
it was her mothcr'--
Yes. of course Perhaps she wa.
not really so bad
"She wasn't said decidedly. I'm
the man
WAS Il genius. I'm almost sorry hc'>
dead"
I'm more than sorry. 1t has taken
an interest out Of life"
We had come out upon the bridge OF
Austerlitz and paused involuntnrily.
"And now the mystery is cleared
away" she said, and the prince and
the princess are welded. Just as they
were In the fairy tales of our child.
hood. It's good ending"
For all Stories" added.
She turned and looked at me.
''There are other stories" explained
'Theirs is not the only one"
"No?"
The spirit of Paris-or perhaps the
June sunshine in my veins. run
ming riot, clamorous. not to he re-
pressed.
"Certainly not There might be an
other. for instance, with You and me
as the principals"
dared not look at her. could only
stare ahead of me down at the water.
She made no sign; the moments