The gazette-times. [volume] (Heppner, Or.) 1912-1925, 1915-04-01

, words TRANQUILITY continuing their walk
and negligently smoking their yellow
tobacco. RouletabilIe was between
them. He did not regard them he
paid no attention even to their quar-
| rel; he had eyes only for Natacha. who
just now quit her place beside her
fathers wheel-chair and passed by
them with little nod of the head,
seeming in haste to retrace the way
| back to the villa.
Are you leaving us?' Boris de.
manded of her.
"Oh. win rejoin ysu Immediately.
| | have forgotten my umbrella"
But l will go and get it for you,"
proposed Michael.
mo. no. have to go to the villa.
I will return right away"
She was already past them. Roule-
tabille, during this, looked at Matrena
Petrovna, who looked at him also.
turning toward the young man visage
pale as wax. But no one else noted the
emotion Of the good Matrena, who re-
sumed pushing the Generals wheel
chair.
Rouletabille asked the officers, WAS
this arrangement because the first wife
of the General, Natacha's mother, was
rich?"
mo. The General, who always had
] his heart in his hand" said Boris,
married her for her great beauty. She
was beautiful girl of the Caucasus,
Of excellent family besides, that Feodor
| Feodorovitch had known when he was
| in garrison at Tiflis"
"In short" said Rouletabille. "the
day that General Trebassof dies
| Madame Trebassof, who now possesses
everything. will have nothing, and the
| daughter, who now has nothing, will
| have everything"
Exactly that" said Michael
THAT doesn't keep Matrena Petrovna
and Nataeha Feodorovna from deeply
loving each other" observed Boris.
| The little party drew near the
Point" So. far the promenade had
been along pleasant open country,
| among the low meadows traversed by
F., fresh streams, across which tiny
bridges had been built, among bright
| gardens guarded by porcelain dwarfs,
| or in the shade of small weeds from
he feet of whose trees the newly-cut
grass gave a seasonal fragrance. All
was reflected in the pools-which lay
! like glass whereon scene-painter had
cut the green hearts of the pond lily
| leaves. An adorable country glimpse
| which seemed to have been created
centuries back for the amusement of a
queen and preserved. Immediately
| trimmed and cleaned, from generation
to generation, for the eternal charm of
such an hour as this on the banks Of
the Gulf of Finland.
Now they had reached the bank Of
the Gulf, and the waves rippled to the
prows Of the light ships, which dipped
gracefully like huge and rapid sea-
gulls, under the pressure of their
| great white sails.
Along the roadway, broader now,
glided, silently and at walking pace.
with impatient horses, the open car
riages in which the great personages
of the court saw the view and let them
selves be seen. Enormous coachmen
/ held the reins high. Lively young
women. negligently reclining against
the cushions, displayed their new Paris
! toilettes. and kept young officers on
| horseback busy with salutes There
were all kinds of uniforms. No talk
| ing was heard. Everyone was kept
| busy looking. There rang in the pure,
thin air only the noise of the champ
! ing bits and the Standardization Of
| the bells attached to the hairy Fin
nish ponies collars. And all that. so
beautiful, fresh, charming and clear.
and silent, 1t all seemed more dream
than even that which hung in the pools.
suspended between the crystal of the
Ito Be Coutinued.l