Waterbury evening Democrat., 1907-06-08

mists rose slowly and the air mild and fragrant MNMy while distances white and full of mystery All E@k81 of Bath that pretended fashion condition was h present that evening at fete at the house of country gentleman of the neghborhood When the stately unket was concluded the pleasure of de Chaeauren to form Lady Marys carriage for the As they took road Sir Hugh Guod and Mr. Bnton engaging in ndistnc but vigorous with Mr. Moyneux natter fell fifty pce behind where they continued to ride keeping argument Half dozen other gants rode advance nut
 ng among themselves attended laxy upon Lady Mry the other side the coach while the happy Fenchman ride close that adorable window which framed the faires face in England
 sang her little French ong song the voyageur who dreamed home The lady, listening looking the bright moon felt drop upon her cheek and he the sparkling upon her lashes
 "Mademosele" he whispered then M too have been dere but my dreams of France do dream of that home that country of dearer country dream ya country of gold and snow" he cried softly looking at her white brow and the f lightly powdered hair above it. Gold and snow and the blue sky of ady's eyesr'
 T had thought the ladies of France dark sir'
 "Crue It is that she will understan Have speak of the ladies of Francea Mo- no mol the faires counryyes s province of heaven mademosele Do my ale glance France Oh yes ubjec-no, be slave in the Ian of the blue sky, the gold and the snow."
 "A very pretty fgure answered Lady Nary her eyes downca "But does hint notable experience the g of such speeches P
 "Tormentress Mo- prove only the inspirat 's know you"
 "We English ladies hear plenty the ke sir and grow brilliant enough lies beneath the teses of galants"
 "Merci should believe P calculated de Chateauren but he smothered the words upon his lips. .s~
 Her eyes were not lifted She went on Wo come me believe that feeling faering forth gby; that smoohness bkens the adept the rather than your your rue She herself faeng bushing deeply and halting full stop of word There silence.
 -true-lover he said husy When he had said that word both embed She turned half into the darkness of the coach
 q know what make you to doubt me- he sai fatering himself though his that prompted him. "They have o the French do nothing always but make love- oa Ye you think am like that You think am like that now"
 She made sign. g 1s t.ao.,s 5.s.lrs.y v4sa
 suppose he sighed sms uuriz nabao Iwoud the snow not so col-for jus me-" She did
 "Turn to me-" he said.
 The fragrance fields them and from the distance the faint clear note of a hunting horn
 "Turn me-"
 The lovely head was bent very low Her little goved hand lay upon the window ledge He laid his gently upon The shaking like the breeze Hers drawn away After pause neither knew how long, he felt the fingers clasp themselves remuous about his At last she looked bavey and his eyes The horn wound again-nearer
 aAl the cold was gone from snowsong ago." she said
 "fy beautifully he whispered It all he could say. My beautifully But she cutched his arm, startled
 "'Ware roadp wild halloo sounded ahead The horn wound loudly Ware the road There spng out of the night
 flying thunder of hoo beats The gentlemen riding idly of the coach scattered the hedge se and with drawn swords fash ing the party of horsemen charged down the highway their cries blasting the night
 "Barber Kill the barber" they screamed Barberi Kill the barber w
 Beaucaire had but time draw his sword when they upon him.
 "A moip his voice rang clearly he in his rrups @A moi. Francois, Louis Berquin A moi Francois"
 The cavaliers straight him. He pared the thrust the first but the shock collision hurled his horse against the side tho | coach.
 Sacred swne he cried bitterly To endanger lady, to make this brawl in adys presence Drive onl" he shouted
 "Now cried Lady Mary.
 The Frenchmans aaan masked but they not high waymen Baber Barber they shouted hOsey and closed in on him in a circle.
 See how he use his seep laughed Beaucaire his point passed through awdy wcOat For moment he cut through the snd cleared space about him. and Lady Mary his face shin ing the moonlight Canae he hed bis horse sank beneath him. and though guarding his head from the rain of blows from