Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1915-08-26

will get into my carriage with him, we
will take him and put him In hot sheets,
and see what we can do for him.
could feel Skenedonk's antagonism
giving way in he relaxing OF his mus
cles.
But maintaining his position. the Oneida
asserted:
He is not yoursn'
HE belongs to France"
France belongs to himH' the Indian
reversed.
"Eh. eh! Who is this young manT'
THE king"
1--WE have no king now, my friend. But
assuming there is a man who should be
king how do you know this is the one?"
II Skenedonk made answer in words
Il was lost to me. The spirit sank to
submergence in the body. l remember
combating motion like a drugged per-
son.
Torpor and prostration followed the re-
curing eclipse as that followed excite
ment and shock. / was not ill; and
gathered knowledge of the environment,
which wns different from anything 1 had
before experienced. De Chaumont s
manor was a wilderness fortress COM
pared to this private hotel OF an ancient
family in the heart of Paris.
I lay in a bed curtained with damask,
and looked through open glass doors at
and masses of flowers, plats of grass
where arbored seats were placed,
stretched their vista to a wall clothed
in ivy, which proved to be the end OF
a chapel. For high over the curtain OF
thick green shone a rose window. Ihe
afternoon sun laid bare its fine staining.
but only i'm the darkness when the church
was illuminated and organ music rolled
from 1t, did the soul of that window ap-
pear struck through with light.
Strange servants and Doctor Chantry
by glimpses, and the old noble and the
Oneida almost constantly, were about me-
Doctor Chantry looked complacently
through the curtains and wished me good
morning. / smiled to see that he was
lodged as he desired, and that his clothes
had been renewed in fine cloth, with lawn
to his neck and silk stockings for his
shrunk calves. My master was an ell
derby beau; and 1 gave myself no care
that he had spent his money-the money
of the cXpedition-on foppery.
Skenedonk also had new toggery in
scarfs and trinkets which 1 did not rec
ognize, and his fine buckskins were
cleaned
The Iackeys appeared subservient to him,
and his native dignity was never more
impressive than in that great house.
watched her host and my servant holding
interviews, which Skenedonk may have
considered councils, on the benches in the
garden, and from which my secretary, the
sick old ~ 'Ilan. seemed excluded. But
the small interest of seeing birds arrive
or branches, and depart again sufficed
me-until an hour when life rose strongly.
1 sat up in bed. and finding myself
alone, took advantage of an adjoining
room where a marble bath was set in the
floor. Returning freshened from the
plunge, with my sheet drawn around me-
] found one of those skilled and gentle
valets who seem less men than he-maids
81 am to dress monsieur when monsieur
is ready" said this person.
al am ready now" / answered, and he
led me into a suite of rooms and showed
me an array which took my breath: dove
colored satin knee breeches and long
embroidered coat of like color. vest
sprigged with rosebuds, cravat and lace
ruffles, long silk stockings and shoes to
match in extravaganza, a shirt of fine
lawn. and hat for a nobleman.
Tell your master" said to the lackey,
that he intends me great kindness, but
1 prefer my own clothes"
"These are monsieur's own clothes,
made to his order and measure"
But ] gave no order. and 1 was not
measured"
CONTINUED TOMORROW