The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1906-11-01

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score % yess from now II may b'
tlric for folks 10 say iliai age has mad,
a change 10 ypur iife"
The klug willced. who say so1" b,
cried angriiy.
'0h. sire. II slipped from me un
awareS Think no more of Il Nobody
says -. Melody
"Nou are hisiing something from me
Who is II who says this"
"Oh. sire u was but foolish court
gossip, all uaworthy Of your attention
To me, sire. rou are as pleasing and as
gracious ms when You first won The
heart OF Mile. Tonnay- -charente."
The king smiled as he looked at the
beautiful woman before him.
In very truth" said be. II can say
that there has been no such great
changes Ia Mile. Tonnay Charente ei
tlIer, But stlll II ia best that we should
part, FRANCHISE"
you have Tut TO name the place.
sire Petit Bourg, Chargny OF my own
convent OF ST. Joseph in the Faubourg
NJ. Gerlnain. What matter where the
flower withers when once the sun has
forever turned from III At least the
past is my own. aud shall live In the
rcnemhraisce Of the days when none
had come between us and when your
sweet love was all my own. BE happy.
sire. be happy, and think no more Of
what l said about the foolish gossip OF
the court Your life lies In the fu-
ture. Mine is In the past. Adieu, dear
sire. adicu." She threw forward her
arms. her eyes dlmmed over, and she
would have fallen had Louis not sprung
forward aud caught her In his arms.
Her beautiful head dropped upon his
shoulder. her breath was warm upon
his cheek. and the subtle scent Of her
hair was In his nostrils. Her broad
white throat was thrown back, her
eyes almost closed. her lips Just parted
enough TO show the line OF pcary
teeth, her beautiful face not three
inches from his own. And then sud.
denly the cyelids quivered, and the
great blue eyes looked up at him lov-
ingly, appealingly, half deprecating,
half challenging, her whole soul In a
glance. Did he move? Or was II she?
Who could tell3 But their lips had
met in a long kiss and then In another,
and plans and resolutions were stream.
ing away from Louis like autumn
leaves In the west wind.
Then ! am not to gol You would
not have the heart to send me away,
would your
mo, no; but you must not annoy me,
Francoise."
II had rather die than cause you an
instant Of grief. Oh. sire, | have seen
so little Of you lately! And l love you
so! II has maddened me. And then
that dreadful woman
who, thenY'
"Oh, | must not speak against her.
| will be civil for your sake even to
her, the widow of old Scarron."
"Yes, yes, you must be civil. can
not have any unpleasantness."
But you will stay with me, sire?"
Her supple arms coiled themselves
round bis neck. Then she held him for
an Instant at arms length to feast her
eyes upon bis face, and then drew him
once more toward her. you will not
leave me, dear sire. II is so long since
you have been here"
Il will stay" said he.
"And that carriage. dear sire, at tho
east doorW
Il have been very harsh with you,
FRANCHISE. You will forgive me. Have
you paper and pencil, that may coun-
the order?"
They are here, sire, upon the side
table. have also n note which, II ! |
may leave you for an instant, will
write In the anteroom."
She swept out with triumph In her |
eyes. 1t had been terrible fight, but |
al the greater the credit of her vic
tory. She took little pink slip OF
paper from an nlaid desk and dashed
,ff few words upon 1t. They were,
Should Nine. de Maintenon have any
for his majesty he will be
or the next few hours In the room OF
Nine. dc Montespan." This she ad
lressed TO her rival, and 1t was sent
N the spot, together with the kings
rider, by the hands Of page.