The Montgomery advertiser., 1909-02-14

in addition, in saving a young girl from the feet of the crazed crowd. It was only a momentary and causeless panic, but when it was stilled they saw that the girl was still insensible. pr. John bore hers.to the open air and ats her fathers request they took her home. The father introduced himself as M. de Bassompierre.
 Almost at once there was a mutual recognition. They had all known M. de Bassompierre long ago, when he was plain MT. Home, an English sci- enlist Miss de Bassompierre had lived with Mrs. Breton for time when she was little Polly Home, and Lucy Snowe had been her friend and companion.
 That meeting seemed to Lucy snowe to have been arranged by fate itselfs and her foreboding was not wrong. Within very few weeks Dr. Johns letters and visits began to grow less, and soon both he and Pauline, con- hied in her that they loved each other. She forced herself to listen to them. She forced herself even further, for she pleaded Bretton's cause with De Bassompierre. who was unwilling to give his daughter to any one just then He listened to Lucy. though he had re- | fused to listen to all others, and final- ly gave his consent.
 That achieved, she withdrew again into her dim. colorless existence-or rather would have done so had she not been dragged out of 1t by the violent. furious energetic efforts of a man whom she always had disliked and feared. This was M. Pull Emanuel, the l professor of literature. a little dark man. pungent and austere. fulIsof sud- den rages, but full, too. of a poetic fire and flame of knowledge and wisdom that suddenly would transfgure the close-shorn black head. the broad. sal low brow and the wide and quiverIng nostril.
 From the beginning of Lucy's en- gagement in the pension he had taken especial delight in reproving even bull lying her for the eccentric. impas- sloned little creature, who domineer- ed even over Mime. Beck. was not above bullying and cruelty when his swift angers descended upon him. 1 He was a Napoleon Bonaparte of the | learned world. He would have quar- reled with twenty women where his prototype quarreled with one. He would have exiled fifty Mime. de Staeis.
 Now Lucy Snowe discovered that this little tyrant was on the most inc timate terms with her desk. His wis., Its were secret, but he left signs be- hind that showed that he had not been l UA iAA1oAOAAo VI U6PAAA+ 1AlSS EnOWe found her pupils exercises corrected for her. Between a sa1low dictionary and wornout grammar there would l grow magically a fresh novel or a mellow classic, sweet with ripe old age
 One morning there had been an ex- ceptionally bitter battle provoked by her, between them in the classroom Professor Paul finally had overwhelm- ed her with malicious, spiteful, acrId tirade about English women-theIr pretentious manners, their pedantic education and their impious skepticism. She thought him detestabIy ugly at that moment, and muttered to herself that he was a venomouss wicked little man.
 Shortly afterward she found him busy agin in her desk She steppel quietly behind him and saw that he was putting two handsome volumes in- to It. When she saw him thus. all | willing to forget and forgive her af- front which had caused the mornings outbreak. her heart smote her. She 1 did not dislike Professor Emanuel ~ 1 It was the beginning of a strange unceasing attack and defense without a soft word. Yet everywhere secret services were done for her.
 ! About this time she took Dr. Bret l toms letters that she had preserved \ among her few treasures. sealed them in a jar and carried them down into the garden when darkness hid her ac- lions. She knew of a deep hole in the old pear tree. There she deposited the letters and buried them deep with mold. She trained some ivy over the little grave and then stood there for a moment, lingering like any mourn. CT by the newly finished tomb.
 The night was still and dim. Sud. denly a shadow became distinct ana marked. She looked sharply It took shape and grew white and black. 4