The Havre herald. [volume] (Havre, Mont.) 1904-1908, 1908-01-10

v tsu iHHAlIeQ 1oE monsieur at the CneVaI
Blanc, and had afrerward discerned him
rom the road Would monsieur please
% sign for the letter?
1e must sign in ink said Fraser.
who was always willing to display his
knowledge, even OF trihes I've stoyle-
graphic pen, Mr.. Dobroski.''
Excuse me- said the old man. bow
ing round when he had received the pack
age from the postman. He broke the seals
leisurely. walking to one side as be did so.
Angela y he cried. suddenly, come
here The girl moved quickly to his
side, and saw at a glance that he was
strangely disturbed. His face was white.
and his eyes, ordinarily SO calm and
tmournful. glittered with an unusual light.
IT is with YOU he said, in voice as
.disordered as his looks. ''that I must
share this SO sacred joy. LIST US be alone,
took her BY the hand and hurried her
from the garden to the salon, followed by
the curious and wondering glances Of the
others. s'Here!'' he said-''here! After
these thirty-three years. Look! Ny
wife, little sweetheart, nay boys u
Angela was alarmed and wonder
stricken, his manner was SO changed and
wild. His lean brown band tre1nbled as
he held cut to her something In bind
Ing Of faded golden 6ligree. Angela, open
ing it, saw two miniatures within. In
one. two handsome lads Of twenty or
whereabouts were standing with their arms
about each ether's waist. The other de-
picted woman In the prime OF youth,
and dressed iii the national costume Of
Poland. Angela had scarcely glanced at
It when Dobroski took it and her hand
together, and kissed the picture twice or
thrice.
Here T. he said, with hysteric tremu-
lousness. After these thirty years !"
Try to be calm, dear" urged Angela
with hand upon his shoulder.
Yes, yes" he answered. II will be
calm. Look. | am calm already"
These are ysur wife and your boys?"
she said, surveying the miniatures. Yes.
The boys are very like you"
Mr.. Athanos Zene, with small secre-
taire under his arm, walked into the
room. bowed, and. establishing himself at
a little table at the far end Of the cham
Der, began to make busy arrangements
for writing, setting down his inkstand
with brisk tap on the table, and smooth
ing out his blotting paper with a flourish.
Angela had never seen Mr.. Zena before
and Dobroski scarcely saw him now, but
the girl was conscious of an interior de
mand for privacy, and with hand laid
gently on the cid mans arm she moved
toward the open doorway which communi-
Gated with the larger salon. Dobroski
yielded to the pressure, and made step
or two with downward eyes, his lean
brown fingers TREMENDOUSLY tearing at the
package, which still contained some-
what bulky inelosure of papers The en-
velope> gave way, and he dropped some OF
its contents en- the floor. Angela fell
upon one knee and, gathering up the
fallen papers, handed them to him.
The sudden grasp with which he tore
them from her fingers, the look he beat
upon them, the quick, gasping "Ha J."
that broke from him, so startled her that
she knelt there. still looking up at him
in fear and wonder. The quick, gasping
exclamation he had made had much of
the, SQUAD with which hungry wild beast
receives his daily rations, and for a mere
instant his teeth were barred with look
altogether savage and carnivorous.
This singular transport lasted but
moment, but he stood for second or
two staring intentty ut the paper in his
hand. whilst Angela rose slowly, and laid
her hand upon his arm again. Then she
saw that rhe object which had so excited
him was the photograph of man Of
nearly his own age-,tAe face quarter
life size, or thereabeuts-th photogra phi
very clearly and finely printed-and the
subject noticeable by lefty dome Of
bald forehead, and the eyes Of q very
lynx.
Once more Dobroski obeyed the slight
pressure Of her hand. and they entered
the larger salon together. Angela closed
the door, and the old man sat down upon
the broad sill of one Of the windows,
still fxedly regarding the photograph. BY
and by he offered it, without raising his
eyes, to Angela, and began to turn ever
the papers. Most of them were printed,
and one was in Russian, and another In
German type. Scattered among them by
their fall were the leaves of lengthy let
ter, and having sorted these leaves from
the others, and arranged them in the or
der in which they were numbered, he be-
gan to read,
The letter was written In French, and
he made one or two ordinations in the
same language as he read "Ah !! the COED
Bremner 1t was he" being alone dis
tinguishable. Angela, with knitted fingers
and down-turned palms, stood before him
ct little distance. She had laid down
the photograph and the miniatures on the
window sill beside Dobroski and divided
her serious and inquiring regard between
them and him. He skinned the letter
rapidly as II In search Of something until
he reached the final page. This he read
slowly and deliberately, breaking off once
to drop the letter in both hands between
his knees with an edd cackling laugh,
which. whatever else it may have ex-
pressed, was absolutely devoid of mirth.
After this he read on quietly to the end,
folded the letter and the printed papers
together, restored them to the tern en-
yeiope, and buttoned up the package in
the breast pocket OF his military looking
freck coat.