The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1910-10-20
By ALBERT BOLSSIERE
Translated from me French By Florence
CyesVs- Jones.

| most up-to-date trunks; he examined
4 the grain Of the leather Of the travel
! ing bags, and advised me on all my
purchases. II I had not stopped him.
he would have settled the bills. he be-
/ came enthusiastic at every moment.
! "Ah, Mr.. Douglass" he cried, how
/ happy yOu\must be 70 90 back "a
America. 1t has been the dream OF my
1 life 70 visit that wonderful free coun-
! try. where all is great, & country free
! from our conventions and our pYeiu-
/ dicesl All. you are fOrtUnateI'
His laudatory speech was without =
shade OF malice, but 10 became so exag-
| gerated that II was rldiC Glous.
1t cant be very enjoyable 70 you,
| this Paris life" he continued
-, On the contrary, l find the Partisan
| life most agreeable"
Yes, I understand. but Just a little
tame. Always the same thing. Nothing
exciting, nothing Unexpected
II was with difficulty that I refrained
rom laughing in his face. Tame,
Nothing unexpected Mon dieu. 7 sAould
, be difficult TO please II I thought SOL
de spoke as little as possible about
r. but II was obvious that il gave
hin pleasure when I preached the sub
lecI Then his enthusiasm knew no
| hounds / was q man Of heart-a man
OF generous tmpulSei Ny act. so sim
pie IN itself, became noble when he
spoke or Il. He compared me 70 great
men who had given up all for a humane
cause! He was too ridiculous.
Ah!' he cried, eNcitedly, what
great service you are doing for hU-
manity! A poor boy, slightly dementeI,
is condemned to an asylum. because he
has no friends no one 10 take care OF
him. II DR.. Kingsley did send him out
into the world again he would fall into
a worse place. He would be sent 10
St Anne or Vile Evrard. The youth
viii bless you all his life. Mr.. Doug
lass"
During the five last DAYS that re-
NAMED, 1 went three evenings TO dine in
, the Rue Michel Ange- + -elyne and her
uncle showed me ever attention possible,
which l secretly enjoyed. The night
| before my departure, Evelyne played me
my fayOrite airs from Grieg. she was
a talented musician, and played with
rare feeling. When the last note had
died away, she closed the piano softly,
and came and sat down on a low Chai:
beside me.
You cannot understand how much
I am interested in l." she said,
| although at first he caused me so
much fright. love you 50 much for
what you have done, Mr.. Douglass, but
l would Ike you better still-a hundred
times more-if you will promise me that
when you are over in New York you
will always look after him 1 would
like to tell you more, but / cannot"
Il patted her cheek, and replied smil-
what a contrary little girl you are,
Eight days ago you made me promise
TO use my influence TO Aeep this poor
idiot in the asylum all his life, and
now you are perfectly satisfied that I
am going to take him away with me.
But I promise you that I will always
keep an eye on L. I do not think he
is entirely without intelligence, so l
win do all can for him"
at IS very fortunate for him, and he
ought to be pleased that he is going
away" she said.
He does not seem very pleased"
anEwered; he does not seem to appre-
ciate the situation
"Ohl 1 am quite sure he does, Mr..
Douglass. He does, indeed' she said,
! imprudently.
Her spontaneous words caused Marca-
dian some uneasiness- He quickly
changed the subject.
II they thought L was pleased
about going, they were mistaken He
was totally Indifferent When 1 told
him that 1 was taking him out OF Eu-
rope. he did not show the slightest sur
prise. He did not seem to understand
that henceforth he would be safe from
the police, and that unde rthe name OF
Douglass he would begin life afresh.
He listened absentiy 10 ell I had to say,
and when had finished explaining to
him how much he lad 20 be thankful
! FOR such an escape, he replied listleSsly !.
What does Il matter 70 me what you
do? Take me TO the tropics, or TO Green
land; ii IS all the same TO me. I don I
care whether you have millions and call
yourself Douglass; can your fortune
give me Lucie? VIII all your scheming
for me bring her back to lifei Mo-
Then how do you think that any plan
you make can interest re. I shall obey
you like a machine. There is no happi-
ness for me now that LCcie is dead, so
don't bother me about what you are
going 10 do
Several times I returned TO the sub
jet, but II was useless. 1t was indeed
a machine I had 10 deal with, a machine
from which I could draw nothing good.
PolydOre was entirely without a soul.
We had 20 take the express for Havre
at 10 o'clock, and as the hour drew near
for me TO take my son away from the
asylum, I began to feel very anxious
The doctor wanted TO come to the docks
and see me off. and also to have the
satisfaction of seeing his patient safely
or board l naturally could not object
to that, but I had tried all in my power
10 prevent Evelyne and NTarcadian from
taking the trip 10 Havre They insisted
upon going. I was afraid Evelyne- would
do or say something imprudent
I finally arranged matters fairly sat
isfactorily. I cOntrived that we should
not all be together in thu same railway
compar lment. The doctor. Evelyne and
MarcaGlian would 80 in a carriage alone,