The Cook County herald. [volume] (Grand Marais, Minn.) 1893-1909, 1907-09-28
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CHAPTER XIX.-fCovr1NUED.i

CHAPTER XIX.-fCoxr1NuEp.,
~And in excellent health, except that
she is subject now and then to nervous
attacks, having evidently, as I believe
been struck with some dreadful fright
most likely during that accursed time
of the Terror. for they came from Paris
-you don't drink, honest man! Why
don't you drink? Very, very pretty In
a pale way; figure perhaps too thin
let me pour it out for you--but an angel
Of gentleness, and attached in such
touching way to the citizen Maurice
"Citizen hostess! will you, or will you
not, tell me where they live?"
"You droll little man! why did you
not ask me that before, if you wanted
to know? Finish your wine and come
to the door. There's your change, and
thank you for your custom, though 1t
isn't much. Come to the door, say,
and don't interrupt me! You're an old
man-can you see forty yards before
you?-Yes, you can! Don't be peev1sh;
that never did anybody any good yet.
Now look back along the road where
am pointing. You see a large heap OF
stones? On the other side of the heap
Of stones there is little path-you
can't see that, but you can remember
what 1 tell you? Good. You 90 down
the path till you get to stream; down
the stream till you get to a bridge;
down the other bank of the stream
latter crossing the bridget till you get
to an old water-mill-a jewel OF water
mill! famous for miles around; artists
from the four quarters Of the globe are
always coming to sketch it! All! what,
you are getting peevish again? You
won't wait? Impatient old man, what
a life your wife must lead, if you have
got one! Remember the bridge! All!
your poor wife and children. pity
them, your daughters especially. psf:
psf! Remember the bridge-peeVlsh
old man, remember the bridge!'
Walking as fast as he could out OF
hearing of the Widow Duva's tongue,
Lomaque took the path by the heap OF
stones which led out to the high road,
crossed the stream, and arrived at the
old water-mill. Close by it stood cot
tage-a rough, simple building, with
strip of garden in front. Lomaque's
observant eyes marked the graceful ar
rangement of the flower beds, and the
delicate whiteness of the curtains That
hung behind the badly-glazed narrow
windows. |'This must be the <place."
he said to himself, as he knocked at
the door with his stick. II can see the
traces of her hand before I cross the
Threshold"
The door opened. pray, does the
citizen Embellishments began, not
seeing clearly, for the first moment, IN
the dark little passage.
Before he could say any more his
hand was grasped, his carpet bag was
taken from him, and Well-knoWn
voice cried: "Welcome! thousand
times welcome at last! Citizen Maurice
is not at home; but Louis Trudalne
takes his place, and is overjoyed to see
once more the best and dearest of his
friends!
II hardly know you again! How you
are altered for the better" exclaimed
Lomaque, as they entered the parlor OF
the cottage.
Remember that you see me after a
long freedom from anxiety. Since l
have lived here, have gone to rest at
night, and have not been afraid of the
morning." replied Trudaine. He went
out into the passage while he spoke,
and called at the foot of the one flight
of stairs which the cottage possessed,
Rose! Rose! come down! The friend
whom you most wished to see has ar
rived at last!"
She answered the summons imme-
diately. The frank friendly warmth of
her greeting; her resolute determina-
ton, after the first inquiries were over,
to help the guest to take off his upper
coat with her own hands, so confused
and delighted Lomaque, that he hard
ly knew which way to turn, or what to
say.
''This is even more trying, in pleas
ant way, to lonely old fellow like me-
he was about to add, than the un-
| expected civility of the hot cup of coffee
years ago. but remembering what
recollections even that trifing circum-
stance might recall, he checked him.
| SELF
more trying than what?'' asked
Rose, leading him to chair.
"Ah! forget. I am in a dotage al
ready" he answered, confusedly. 81
have not got used just yet to the pleas
| ure of seeing your kind face again."
CHAPTER Xxx.
@@ T WAS indeed a
0MW| pleasure to look al
| @LM\ that face now, aft
%2MZA> er Lomaque's last
(MMSMv( experience of it
- VII III Three years of re.
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