Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1915-08-23
BOOK II.
WANDERING.
CHATTER 1.

! "H-NDtSiNiAN''
CHAPTER I.
! A PRIMROSE dawn of spring touched
! "A the mountains as Madame de Fer
rier and / stepped into the tunnels
mouth. The wind that goes like bosom
before sunrise, swept of the fog to cor
ners Of the sky. except a few spirals
which still unwound from the lake. The
underground path to De Chaumont's
manor descended by terraces of steps
| and entered blackness.
runk odor of earth llled it; and
never passed that way without hearken-
| ing for the insect-like song of the rattle
snake. The ground was slippery, and
| thick darkness seemed to press the soul
out Of the body. Yet / liked 1t; for when
we reached the staircase of rock that
entered the house she would vanish.
And so It was.
! She did say-"Good- -night-and good
/ morning.
And answered, "Good-morning and
| goodnight"
We were both physically exhausted. MY
| head swarmed as with sparkles. and
| thousand emotions tore me, for ! was
| at tho age when VIC risk all on chances
l sat alone on the steps, unmindful of
that penetrating chill of stone which in
creases rather than decreases, the longer
| your sit upon It, and thought of all that
had been said by my new friend at the
campfire. while the moon went lower
and lower, the potter turned his wheel,
and the idiot slept.
The mixed and oblique motives OF
human nature-the boys wil-worked
like gigantic passions.
She had said very little to me in the
nd 4 hn1 gasA IfeNI
not realizing that the camp talk, in
which she took no part, separated us in
Sitting alone on the steps held this
imaginary conversation with her.
81 am going to France"
"You, monsieur"
Eyes, IT,
How are you gong?"
'I don't know; but / am going!"
THE Duke of Orleans did not mention
| such a thing"
Bother the Duke of orleansY'
When are you going?"
Now
But IL NAV not be best TO go at this
/ time"
1T is always best to go where you
Monsieur, do not throw away your
future OIL an unconsldered move"
Madame. 1 will throw away my
eternity"'
Then / went back through the tunnel
TO the beach, stripped, and took a plunge
| to clear my head and warm my blood,
rubbing off with my shirt.
| On reaching my room the first thing
/ did was to make a bundle OF everything
| considered necessary anu desirable.
There was no reason for dong this be-
fore lying down; but with an easier mind
closed my eyes, and opened them ~
| nd
and Doctor Chantry keeping guard in an
| armchair at my side.
Nature has taken her revenge on you,
my lad" he said And now ! am go
| ing to take mine"
81 have slept all day.
"Renegades who roam the woods all
night must expect to sleep all day"
| How do you know / have been in the
woods all night?"
II heard you slipping up the tunnel
stairs without any shoes OH at daylight.
i have not been able to sleep two nights
| on account of you"
Then why don't you go TO bed your
self. my dear master?"
Because / am not going TO let you
give me the slip another time. / am re-
sponsible for you: and you will have me
on your back when you go prowling
abroad again.
"Again?'' / questioned. innocently.
''Yes, again, young sirl / have been
through your luggage. and find that you
have packed changes of clothing and
things necessary and unnecessary to a
Journey-eVen books"
| 81 hope you put them neatly together -
Nothing OF the kind scattered
them"
"Do you want me to go bare into the
world?' laughed.
"Lazarre." said my master, "you were
a good lad, studious and jealous beyond
anything / ever saw"
And now / am bad and lazy"
you have dropped your books and
taken TO wild ways"
There Is one thing, dear master, I
haven't done: / haven't written poetry" &"
He blinked and smiled, and felt In his
breast pocket, but thought better OF Il.
and forebore 10 draw the paper out.
There was no escaping his tenacious grip.
He sat by and exercised me In Latin
declensions while 1 dressed. We had our
supper together. saw no member of
the household except the men, Pierre
and Jean. Doctor Chantry ordered a
mattress put In my room and returned
there with me.
We talked long on the approaching de-
parture OF the Count and Madame de
Ferrier. He told me the latest details OF
preparation, and TREMENDOUSLY explained
how he must feel the loss OF his sister.
Il have nothing left but you. Lazarre. ''
My dear master" l said. patting one
OF his shriveled hands between mine, Il
am goins 10 he open with you"
l sat on the side OF my bed facing his
armchair, and the dressing glass rejected
his bald head and my young head drawn
near together.
did you ever feel as II you were a
Prince7"
Doctor chantry wasEed a pathetic mega
tive.
Haven't you ever been ready to dars