Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1915-08-19

what do you think Of your brother?'
| inquired
He looked astonished and raised his
eyebrows.
"I suppose you mean the emperor"
l told him l did,
IF you want my candid opinion" his
eyes twnkled and he linked his hands
around his white satin knees, Il think
my brother rules his family with rod
of iron"
what Will you do" l continued,
when your family are turned out?'
MY faith" said Annabel this in a
house favorable to the empre!'
"A very natural question:" said jerome,
"G have often asked myself the same
thing"
The king of France argued, and
all the Bourbons were turned out. Why
shouldn't the Bonapartes be?'
why shouldn't they, indeed! re-
sponded Jerome. MY mother insists
they will be. But I wouldn't be the man
who undertakes to turn out the emperor
WHAT is he like?'
impossible to describe him
rs he no larger than you?"
Annabel gurgled aloud
ole is not as large"
Yet he is a great soldier2'
"A great soldier. And he is adored by
the French"
The French" I quoted, are all fire
and tow"
THANK YOU" said Annabel, pulling out
her light frizzes.
You seem interested i'm the political
situation" remarked Prince jerome.
did not know what he meant by the
political situation. but told him 1 had
just heard about the Bonapartes.
where have you lived?" he laughed.
told him 1t didn't matter where people
lived; it all depended on whether they
understood or not.
"What a sage!-I think I'm one of the
people who will never be able to under
stand" said Jerome.
said he did not look as If he had been
idiotic, and both he and MademOiselle de
Chaumont laughed,
Monsieur
"Lazarre Williams" supplemented An
mabel.
Monsieur Lazarre williams, whatever
your lot in life, you will have one ad-
vantage over me; you will be an Ameri-
can citizen"
Haven't | that doleful advantage my
self?' mourned Annabel. "a Baltimore
convent an English .governess-a, father
that may never go back to France!"
"Mademoiselle, all advantages of ma
tionality, ot person, of mind, of heart
are yours"'
So tipping the interview with a COM
plllutlll lie ibse up anu +AlllldhNl ADS'
also making him a deep courtesy, and
giving him her hand to oe led back to
the floor. He kissed her white forehnger,
and bowed to me.
You have suggested some interesting
thoughts, monsieur prince of the woods.
Perhaps you may yet take your turn on
the throne of France What would you
do in that case?'
~ would make the people behave them
gplrag ~ | ba n grind them pnWlpT. ~
Now there spoke old Louis XIV"
laughed Jerome Bonaparte. We both
bowed, and he passed down with Anna
bel into the hall.
l did not know what made Madame de
Ferrier watch me from her distant place
with widened eyes.
Miss Chantry spoke shrilly to her
brother behind me.
You will never be able to do anything
with a lad who thrusts himself forward
like that! He had no sense of tltness!-
standing there and facing down the
brother of crowned head!-bad as the
head is. OF course, MademOtselle An
mabel set him on; she loves to make peo-
pie ridiculous"
l walked downstairs after Prince Je-
rome, threaded a way among gazing
dancers, and left the hall, stung in my
pride.
We do strangely expand and contract
in vital force and reach OF vision.
wanted to put the lake-the world itself
between me and that gllttering COM
pany. The edge OF a ballroom and the
society of men in silks and satins, ana
of bewitching women, were rot intended
for me,
Homesickness, like physical pain, came
over me for my old haunts. They were
newly recognized as beloved 1 had RACED
against them when comparing myself TO
Croghan. But now ] thought OF the
evening camp fire, and hunting stories,
of the very dogs that licked my hand
of St. Regis, and my loft bed, Of snow
shoes, and the blue northern river, long
ing for them as the young Mohawks said
should long.
Torn betwixt two natures, the white
mans and the Indians, I flung a boat
out into the water and started TO go home
faster than / had come away. The slow
ness Of a boats progress. pushed by the
silly motion of oars, which have not the
nice discrimination of a paddle, impressed
me as 1 put the miles behind.
When the camp light shone through
trees it must have been close 10 mid
night. and my people had finished their
celebration OF the corn dance. An odor
OF sweet roasted ears dragged out Of hot
ashes reached the poor outsider. Even
the dogs were too busy TO nose me out
/ SUNK as close as / dared ana drew my
self up a tree, lying stretched with arms
and legs around limb
They would have admitted me to the
feast, but as a guest / had no longer a
place OF my own. either here or there
IL was like coming back after DEATH to
realize that you were unmissed. The
camp was full of happiness and laugh
ter. Young men chased the young maids
who ran squealing with merriment My
father. Thomas Williams and my
mother Marianne. sat among the elders
tranquil and satisfied They We're ig-
norant Indians but / had no other par
ents. skenedonk could be seen laughing
at the young MohaWks.
II there was an oval-faced mother Ia
ms past, who had read 10 me from the
missal, 1 wanted her. If, as Madame
Iank said, 1 outranked De Chaumonts
daughter. I wanted my rank. It was