Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1905-11-16

great whole, would inevitably become
intolerable. So before my vo~s were
taken, compelled though | would be
to surrender to them my patrimoSy,
l withdrew from the society and Joined
my brother in Canada"
you have a brother there?" asked
Tonti in a tone of surprise.
Eyes, the Able Jean Cavelier, a
Sulpitian priest, Now, during all my
religious training l was taught to
guard myself against the seductions
of the female sex; that women we're
but necessary evils"
Here a plate fell from the hand Of
Pompon, who was engaged in clear
ing off the table, and lay in a hun
dred pieces on the floor. "Cuistre!"
he muttered, as he stopped to pick up
the fragments, 81 did not know the
priests taught as much wisdom as
that"
La Sale did not hear, or at least
did not heed the interruption.
my early training still chung to me,
Uatil, falling i'll with a fever while on
a visit to Montreal, | was nursed, not
by the nuns, but at the home of the
former governor and by his wife. Such
gentleness and tenderness | had new
known save for a far-off remembrance
of my mother, who died when l was
a small child. Then, too, her unselfish
devotion and s~teadfastness to her hus-
band, who was a surly brute, but who
really cared for her in his own pc
culiar way, was a source of daily sur
prise and admiration. l took away
her firm friendship when | left, and
also q nature changed in that particu-
lar. The ground had been cleared, the
soil prepared, and it only wanted the
seed 20 be dropped"
"Apd while in Paris this time be-
gan 1onti.
THE seed was sown," was the reply.
"Parbleu! Good news this" cried
Tont, Selling his goblet. Devil take
me II | do not envy your ability to
choose. To me each face is fairer,
each eye is brighter, and each waist
a t'ifie more slender in every pretty
woman | meet, than the n before.
Hs spoke truly who said that a beauti-
fl m was the hell of the soul,
5hc purgatory of the purse, and the
paradise of the eyes. But come, raise
up your cups in health to the future,
shall I say, Comtesse de la Salle?-
Nay, he would be but a selfish king
who would reward your efforts SO mig
gardly; he will be forced to make you
a due. So, then, to the future
duchesse-"
La Sale raised his hand deprecat-
jngly. mot so fast, mon ami, not so
fast. Mon Dieu! you will have me
married and a grandfather next. I'm
fortunately, she knows nothing of my
devotion, and l fear" here he lapsed
into a lovers dependency, would
care little. 1t is this hope of winning
her that spurs Inc on in my labors.
To come back a hero and un richie is
my desire. Then can I offer her some
thing worthy her deserts"
Tonti, nothing daunted, replied per-
sistently, Her health" and mount
ing with one foot on his chair and
his goblet raised aloft, motioned to his
two friends to do likewise. Even Pom
pom seemed moved by his infectious
eXuberance, and he, too, responded,
albeit with an air of superior knowl-
edge. La Sale arose; the rim, of their
Advantageous met. "Her name!" cried
Tonti.
La Sale hesitated. Not now," he
said; wait until We have left this
sunny land of France behind us.
Know her in the meantime as The
Lily of Poitou.'"
"The Lily Of poitou!" they all ex-
claimed in unison, and a moment later
three empty goblets stood together
upon the table amid the remains of the
feast.
After La Salle's departure, Tonti
sat in his chair, his feet sprawling out
in front of him, meditating. Dame!
if | do not begin to love that man."
he cried, looking up. Il have seer
him but twice, yet he somehow has
reached out and gripped my heart al
ready"
Rising with these words, Tonti
stretched his arms and yawned. II
must be off to get my new clothes in
which to appear before his majesty.
How would a new baldric to support
my sword, with a design worked in
silver and pearls on the front, do?
And boots of fine leather with orna-
mented tops pushed down to tha
ankle? And a doublet of gray or
brown a la mode with lace about the
throat? And a cloak of dark Vene-
tian cloth? And three curled feathers
for the hat instead Of two? Dame!
If only look well enough | too may he
moping around and telling you of the
charms and graces of some fair IN
known. Ha, ha, ha! Keep quiet until
my return; you will not know the but.
%terfy." And giving a military salute,
he crowded down his hat upon his head
and marched off with that swagger that
only a soldier can learn and practice.
His errand took him from shop 10
shop, seeking what suited him, until
he was some distance from home. At
the last place he took off his old gar
ments and directed the shopkeeper's
boy to take them back to his room,
and, DOMINIC his new acquisitions, he
sailed forth for a stroll before return
ing to the Place de la Greve.
The streets of Paris at this time were
execrable, M attempt being made to
keep them other than the receptacle for
all the accumulated filth and refuse
from the houses that lined their sides.
The discomfort Of the foot passengers
was augmented by the puddles of wa
ter that collected between the paving
stones, many Of which had been re.