Macon beacon. [volume] (Macon, Miss.) 1859-1995, 1911-04-14
CHAPTER xxVII.-continued.

Yet she was the same. She seemed
slightly thinner nOw,y yet not less beau
tiful. Her eyes were dark and brilliant
as ever. The clear features of her
face we're framed in the roll of her
heavy locks, as l had seen them last.
Her garb, as usual, betokened luxury.
She was robed as though for some
fete, all in white satin, and pale blue
fires of stones shone family at throat
and wrist. Contrast enough she made
to me, clad in smoke-brOwned tunic
of buck. with the leggings and mecca
sins Of a savage. my belt lacking but
prepared for weapons.
4 see, madam" said l, smiling, that
still ] am only asleep and dreaming.
But how exquisite a dream, here in
this wild country! How unfit here am
l, a savage, who introduce the n
discOrdant note into so sweet a
dream"
l gestured to my costume, g%estured
about me as 1 took in the details of
the long room in which we stood. l
swear it was the same as that in
which l had seen her at a similar
hour in Montreal! 1t was the same l
had first seer in Washington!
Impossible? l am doubted? All,
but do l not know? Did l not see?
Here were the pictures on the walls,
the carved Cupids, the candelabra
with their prisms, the chairs, the
couches! Beyond yonder satin cur
tains rose the high canopy of the en-
broidery-covered couch, its fringed
drapery reaching almost to the deep
pile of the carpets.
Yet not quite the same, 1t seemed
to me. There were some little things
missing, just as there were some little
things missing from her appearance.
For instance, these draperies at the
right. which formerly had cut Off the
Napoleon bed at it's end of h room,
now were of blankets and not of silk.
The bed itself vas not pied deep in
down. but contained, as l fancied from
my hurried glance, a thin mattress,
stuffed perhaps with straw. A roll Of
blankets lay across it's foot. IS l
gazed to the farther extremity of this
side of he long suite, l saw other evil
dences Of change. 1t was indeed as
though Helena Won Ritz. creature Of
luxury. woman of an old, luxurious
world, exotic OF monarchical surround
ings. had begun ~insensibly to slip into
the ways Of the rude democracy of the
far frontiers.
l saw all this; but ere l had finished
my first hurried glance l had accepted
her. as always one must, just as she
was.
Yes" said she at length. slowly.
yes. I now believe it to be fate"
She had o yet smiled. took her
hsnd and held 1t long. l felt glad to
see her, and to take her hand; it
seemed pledge of friendship; and as
things now were shaping, I surely
needed a friend.
AT last, her face flushing slightly,
she disengaged her hand and motioned
me 20 a seat. But still we stood silent
fox a few moments. Have you NO
curiosity?' said she at length.
81 am too happy to have curiosity,
MY dear madam"
YOU will not even ask me why
am here?" she insisted.
Il know. l have known all along,
You are in the pay of England. When
I missed o at Montreal, I knew you
had sailed on the Modesto for Ore,
gon. We knew all this, and planned
for it. l have come across by land &c
meet you. Inave waited. l greet you
now"
She cooked me now clearly in the
face. Il am not sure" said she al
length. slowly.
Not SIRE of what. madam? Whe1