Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1921-09-27


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dearest. Old Cantlc Is we'll enough
in his way, but he's getting old; it,D
time / VS. back in harness. Besidex
September will be on us-and there
are many things for us to arrange,
eh. Stella {
The Girl blushed prettly.
II suppose there are. Bobby. but
I do wish we didn't have to live In,
London. Do 9 know, think ] must
reallysbc French at seem
to have felt at home, 20 completely.
all these wonderful weeks. just
love my new ance ana THIS Q
mantle ! homeHthat p theirs.
/ They paused in their walk and
turning. brought he towers OF sChau-
vile into view rising proudly into
the copper blue OF From
base the.lawns terraced gradu-s
ally to n very edge OF the Inoat and
seemed to 9mingle there with the wa
swans rode smajestically beneath b
stone bridge.
Fromsthe OF the dining
room lamps cut squares OF rosy
WITHIN the 9 they
could zee the bent figure Of old Henri
as he hovered round the table, adding
a def touch here and to b
glass y silver. Through still air
came the muffsed music OF 2 CONS
IN away the une ana you're not
dressed. see!. and Stella threw open
her coat and showed thes simple white
dinner frock beneath I'm all ready ,
ana SO is mother. u youve 8Dt
ten III come on slowly,
It was a merry little party that eat
down to- dinner that night. The
French windows were thrown open to
the perfumed twilight; in the dark
ening blue OF the SKY stars were mere
and>there appearing, and q young
moon was showing family
departure was not me-
toned until the table had been clea1s
ed n The decanters and fruit sho1o
on the polished oak. Monsieur %
Barron spoke Of 1t first
And 90, Mr.. Baxenter, this is your
astsnight with us I"
Robert looked up and smiled from
Stella to his host.
1T ts. Sir, to my sorrow. I'm
afraid I have neglected my work.
quite o enough,
The white haired old man at the
head of the table did not answer at
once. He filled his glass and passed
the decanter over to Robert.
What U Is there for you TO
work mo. don't interrupt me. I
want you to listen. It's a delicate
subject, perhaps, to touch upon; but
you are all here together, you and
Stella and madame. I will tell you
a little history"
Monsieur de Barron put a match
to his cigar and smoked thoughtfully
for g moment, then:
Once upon a time-that is the
way stories open, is 1t not?-a GER
tain young merchant OF Lille found
himself, at the early age Of thirty, a.
made mostly by the opening of the
railways Of Canada, and he married,
on one of his visits to that country,
the daughter of an Official in Mon
treal. It was a love match, and when
4 little girl was born to them their
happiness The old man broke
off suddenly. . little sad smile pass
,oh. there is no need to speak
was a very distant descendant of the
family who, in former times, owned
this place. Her cousins grandfather
had emigrated to Canada at the be-
ginning of last century, It was
to please Marcelle that I obuRhtS back
the chateau, and in those days I
loked forward to a life OF happiness,
But it was a Dead Sea fruit.
Two years after settling here the
fever came to Blois. It did not bar
and I was left alone-embittered. /
threw myself into the world OF I'm
ance and, as Is often the way, the luck
was with me and money, which T. had
ceased to ARE for, accumulated q
idly. And in the sumrneraI would
come here andspeople thelawns with
the forms 81 those who were gone.
EInsmy@minds eyefT wouldswafch them
until my soIl rebelled at the self-tor-
ture. I shut up the house and went
abroad-China, India, It was all the
same to me-and at last T. returned
here cured as far as .theresis a cure
for q broken heart" a
The tears were standing In Stella,s
gray eyes as she listened. H.f
Monsieur de Barron leants over the
tween his. 90 =.
IT know, now, why i came back.
Do you know, StellaS that nv little
Pauline would have been about o
age had she lived? I can trace
fancy, maybe, but one i would moi
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