Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1912-08-25
BY L. J. BEESTON

head The freight danced merry in her pretty eyes.
For second Frenchmen though they were, not man
of them could loosen his tongue.
Strange to say, dOrmonde, the long silent was hrst to
answer the greeting. "A thousand thanks! he cried.
What for?
"For a womans smile"
THAT is not of much to you.
"The difference between hope and despair.
"As much that"
"A hundred times more
"Mademoiselle' said the Count, "you will catch
death of cold. Permit to ask how we can serve
She interrupted him by turning to d'Ormonde who
was Juggling off apology for long blue cloak that had
belonged to officer of dragons. NO, no-lt you
would please me" she commanded Then to Dagobert
II did to ask service, but to offer one You
know the chateau between here and the viage!"
The Count bowed.
at is my chateau
tered"
"They went some hours ago. offer you my hospital
ity.'
The Frenchmen made sound that was meant to be
a cheer.
"You are very good Mademoisele,' said Dagobert
with no great enthusiasm thinking quickly he spoke
Well he knew that francsreurs not the sort to be
overburdened with invitations into good houses Then
he had not that troop of Bisrnarcks curassers
leave the chateau
"Be easv | am daughter of France She smiled
frankly. Il saw the smoke of your fire. | have been
watching you for fifteen minutes. You are shlverlng
frghtfuy Messieurs your teeth rattle together. You
are perishng with hunger A woman needs to look no
further. | trust you: do not distrust me-"
D'ormonde cried thckly' BY Heaven leave he who
q
do not call me that. | am widow Call me Ma
dame jeanne
monde earnestly.
She looked at the author in a troubled manner
Dagobert was not satisfied. To be entertained by
angel unawares was contrary to bitter experience on
the other hand the winter night was man killing.
"Corne, you going to refuse me! asked the woman
T. for one began dOrmonde; but checked him
SELF catching lightning flash from his Captains eyes
"On the contrary, accept your offer which is life
to us, responded the Count And he added to himself
If those Prussan gentlemen have cleared out,
much the worse for them
one end of the table, his long legs stretched under
it. his chin resting almost his breast, sat Count
Dagobert His eyes seemed closed he appeared to be
asleep but in reality he wide awake and through
just opened lids he regarded curiously dOrmonde and
Madame Jeanne.
He had an idea that his author was making love- and
he could not quite understand him in this mood. Ma
dame Jeanne certainly had nice but when one had
said that had said the that stern truth could
exact She older than she looked when wrapped in
furs and the glow of bvouac fire on her cheeks Her
hair gray; her lips rather thin. In short Dagobert
could not quite understand how his author came to
Weld so abruptly nexplicabe call upon his heart
fire burned on the hearthstone under the huge Chin
ney and the of the fathoms deep
in smber with the hot blaze pouring warmth into their
bones. True each might have had bed; but separa-
ton was not in the Counts opinion desirable thing
There too many Germans near; and the heavy
thudding of the big Krupps at Chatlllon never
Ceasng reminder of the fact.
In a low voice d'Ormonde saying, you per-
fectly right Love of paie enlisted in the every
volunteer who could have kept out OF it. There
strange fosam and jetsam the bosom OF this tide OF
armies"
THAT can believe, answered Madame Jeanne.
She had a queer trick of turning her eyes from the
speaker and then looking at him suddenly Dagobert
noticed this, and that her manner was troubled He did
not like it. which why he combated sleep
and kept his sense of hearing at a strain
Nov, there of our little family, went on the
novelist poet of excellence, who shot the act
OF scaling convent wall. 1t turned out that that