Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1915-08-14

that the king is here?" inquired the
elder De Ferrier, taking the lead.
what reason have you to believe"
responded Beilenser, that the Count de
Provence and the Count d'Artois have
any interest in this boy7"
Philippe laughed and kicked the turf
we have seen him many time AZ
Versailles, my friend. You are very
mysterious"
Have his enemies or his friends set
him free?' demanded the old French
That" said Bellenger, Il may not
Docs monsieur know that YOU are
going to take him to American"
That may not tell"
vessel7"
These matters, also, / may not teil.u
rms man ls kidnspper" the old
noole cried, bringing out his sword with
Mss. But Philippe held his arm
Among things permitted TO YOU" said
philippe, perhaps you will take oath the
boy Is not Bourbon7"
hands n's
You admit that he is?"
i admit nothing, monsieur These ara
Gays IN which we save our heads as well
IF we had never seen the daupb,p yo
should infer that this is no common child
you are carrying away so secretly bound
| py SO many pledges. A man like ynu
trusted with an important mission. nat
Hally magniiies II. You refuse To let
US Know anything about this affair?'
Il am simply obeylng orders monslet,r
said Bellenger humbly. 1T Is not INV
| affair" -
You are better dressed. more at ease
| with the world than any other refuRee
have seen since we came out OF France
Somebody who has money is paying to
have the child placed in safety Very
We'll ANY country but his own is good
| country FOR him now My uncle and
VIII not Interfere. We do not understand.
But liberty of any kind is better than
Imprisonment and death You can of
course, evade us, but / give you notice
shall look for this boy in America, and
II you take him elsewhere shall probably
find It out"
America Is a large country" said r,si.
lenger. smiling.
He took the boy by the hand and made
his ndieus. The old De Ferrier deepIy
saluted the boy and slightly saluted his
guardian, The other De Ferrer nodded.
we are making mistake, Philippel''
said the uncle.
Let him CO." said the nephew. "He
wiz probably slip away at once out of St
Bartholomew's. We can do nothing until
we are certain of the powers behind him.
Endless disaster to the child himself
might result from our interference II
france were ready now to take back her
| King would she accept an imbecile?"
The old De Ferrier groaned aloud'
Bellenger is not bad man." added
Philippe.
Eagle watched her playmate until the
closing gate hid him from sight She re-
membered having once implored her nurse
for small plaster image displayed In a
shop. 1t could not speak, nor move, nor
love her In return. But she cried secretly
all night to have II in her arms, ashamed
of the unreasonable desire. but conscious
| that she could not be appeased by any
thing else. That plaster image denled to
her symbollzed the strongest passion of
| her life.
The pigeons wheeled around st. Bats
tower, or strutted FURNISHED on the wall
! The bell. which she had forgotten since
sitting with the boy In front of the black
/ smith shop. again doomed out its record
of time though 1t seemed to Eagle that
long, lonesome period like eternity had
begun.
T REMEMBER poislng naked upon
L rock ready to dive into Lake George.
This memory stands at the end of a d.
herent recollection. My body and muscu-
lar limbs reflected in the water filled me
with savage pride.
! knew. as the beast knows its herd,
that my mother Marianne was hanging
the pot over the fire pit in the centre OF
our lodge the children were playing with
other papooses; and my father was hunt
ing down the lake. The hunting and
fishing were good and we had plenty of
meat. Skenedonk, whom considered
person belonging to myself, was stripping
more slowly on the rock behind me-. We
were heated with wood ranging. Aborig-
inal life. primeval and vigor- giving. lay
behind me when / plunged expecting to
strike out under the delicious forest
shadow.
When came up the sun had vanished,
the woods and their shadow were gone.
So were the Indian children playing on
mother Marianne might still be hanging
her pot I'm the lodge. But all the hunting
lodges of our people were as completely
lost as II had entered another world.
My head wat bandaged, as discovered
when / turner IL to look around. The
walls were not the log walls of our lodge.
chinked with moss and topped by bark
roof. On the contrary, they were grander
than the inside OF st. Regis Church. where
/ took my first communion, though that
was built OF stone. These walls were
paneled as I learned afterward to eal
that noble finishing and ornamented with
pictures and crystal sockets for candles
The use OF the crystal sockets was evil
dent, for one shaded wax light burned
near me. The ceiling was not composed
OF wooden beams like some Canadian
houses, but divided itself into panels ALSO
the light with dark rosy shin
ing Lace work finer than a priests
white garments fiuttered at the wlndows
CONTINUED IN MONDAYS