The Newport plain talk. (Newport, Tenn.) 1909-1939, 1912-06-13
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The Garden of 4
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By CZECH. MAR
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! MSTe, WuO SdI at Ouo Sue vi Lu6 pOi-
ished oak table, talking to Baron Du-
mont. He was tall man of about
thirty-eight and sat with his right arm
encircling the figure of little girl
who stood beside him and whose arm
was round his neck.
"Eveline and l." he was saying TO
E12everende Mere, "haye not been part
ed for one day since her mother died
FIVE years ago. | am intrusting her
now to you in Difference to her moth
er's wish; she will be seven years cid
next month, and II she Is happy here
should like her to remain until she
| is old enough to take her mothers
place at the head Of my household.
l wish her to return to me every year
for the summer holidays ard l want
to be allowed to come and see her
here at least once in every month.
VIII this be permitted?
The Reverende Mere rose, saying:
''If you will excuse me for a few mo-
msnts i will consult our director, Pere
Estye, in the matter, ard | will re-
turn and communicate his decision to
you"
j.. AS the door closed upon her the
child flung her other ARA round her
fathers neck and said, Don't leave
ME hero at all; dent want to stay"
He took her on his kceos and st"ok-
ed back her long 1laxcn hair, murmur-
in~. 'If you are not happy here l
will take you away after the fist two
months, See; suppose these arc
some OF your scioolfellows. They
sound happy enough" he added, lead
ing her to the window.
| Merry voices rang out in the garden
beyond as a troop of girls varying
from SIX to fifteen years Of age ran
past. Thy were all dressed in white,
their C,.i lay uniform. and were laugh
| /. gayly and paying but little heed
o the expostulations Of the nun in
charge, who begged them to moder-
ate their transports as they passed
the parlor.
Hevererde Mere here returned and
said to Ea-oa Dumcnt:
I'm view of the exceptional condi-
tons Of your Gaze, Monsieur lie Baron,
we have decided that you may spend
the first Sunday Of every month here
with Eyeline And now" she added,
noticing his quick flush of pleasure,
"as this Is the first Sunday of Eve
lines new life no doubt you would
! like to stay and help initiate her in
It? In a quarter of an hour the chill
dren who have Just passed tho Win
dow will be at mass. There is
strangers pew if you care to attend
the service"
The little chapel YVES full when
Baron Dumont and his daughter were
ushered through side door into the
tall pew. 1t was shut off by partl.
ton. and the inmates could sec with
out being seen except by the choir,
which was stationed in the gallery
near the organ loft to the right.
AS the man sat there q feeling OF
old world repose stole over his senses.
From the open window opposite the
scent of lilac and syringa foated to
him across the altar to the left. The
| long benches each side Of the aisle
were filed with white robed figures
kneel!ng reyerently and telling their
beads. Two nuns, rosary in hand.
paced up and down observing the chill
dren, and soon the odor of incense
filed the little building as the priest
advanced for service.
Baron Dumcnt did not move. Pic
lures of the past seemed to float be-
fore him in the perfumed clouds. He
saw himself cnce more In his old
home Drawing the anger Of his father,
who threatened to dis!nherit him II
Me persisted in his idea OF marrying
Evelinc -Hezeau, his first love- He
lived once mere the impassioned
scenes In which no vainly strove to
persuade Evcline to fly with him, and
felt anew his despair at her refusal
and subsequent disappearance. At
home. locked in his desk, there still
lay the little note In which she told
him that she was going out of his life
forever. She loved him too we'll to
ruin It. He had been a mere boy at
the time, and had not married until
he was nearly thirty. The two years
of his married life had not been hap
py, but his wife had been an excellent
chatelaiae, and his little Eveline had
consoied him for much.
He dreamed on. The chanting OF
the priests seemed far away, and the
fresh, childish voices which rose In
response to the litanies belonged to
the sunshine and flower scents of this
lovely spring morning. Suddenly
something leaped up within him and
his heart seemed to stand still as the
sonorous organ notes swelled out and
above them rose the sound of wom-
ans voice:
Mater purlssima. mater castissima,
mater dolorosa, ora pro nobis."
His head turned invo!untarily to the
gallery, where the sunlight fell on a
woman's face which was encircled by
! the white cujmDe aud black veil The