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SLEEPING.
.'Bless the wee heart of youl
Bless your wee heart!
'My Slumberiand baby
With lips half apart;
v With one dimpled fist
'Neath your golden-crowned head.
And one like a rose leaf
Thrown far on the spread.
Bless the wee heart of you,
Girlie, my own!
Dad's best est baby.
Blossom half blown.
Pink bud unfolding
Its petals so fair—
Bless you! I'm stooping
And kissing your hair!
Bless you, I'm stooping-
Soft shadows at play
Are round you—l'm crowding
The angels away
With all of my loving!
But, dear, Eyes-o'-blue,
Dad's loving you more
Than the angels love you.
•One kiss for your hair!
And one for your eyes!
And one for tlie palm
Where a pink shadow lies!
And one for your lips!
And one for your round knee!
Oh. babe, in your dreaming.
Dream something of me!
—.l M. in Houston Post.
A ROSE OFM
NORMANDY
By
| WILLIAM R. A. WILSON
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CHAPTER X.
WHEREIN A SKA IS CROSSED, A SE
' 'ItET IS DISCOVERED, AND TONTI
RECEIVES A BLOW.
The lights were soon gone, but still
the silent figure of La Salle remained
011 the poop. Pompon, seizing a rope,
soon raised his head above the level
of the rail. So wrapped in thought
was La Salle that he took no notice
of him until he had reached the deck.
Then startled at the sudden noiseless
appearance of a human form so near
him, he stepped back a pace, and,
drawing his sword, demanded who it
was.
"Save your sword-thrusts for your
enemies; use them not on a friend,"
replied the figure.
"What! Pompon's voice!" exclaimed
La Salle, as he seized his hand in great
delight. "Pompon's face!" he added,
as he peered anxiously through the
darkness. "Mon Dieu! I was think
ing of you and Tonti but a moment
ago. Where is he, for surely you are
together?"
"He is taking a last view of the
shore-lights from his private balcony.
Perhaps he has finished," was the re
:ply; and leaning over the rail, Pompon
gave a low whistle. In a moment
Tonti hail clambered up, and soon all
three were engaged in an eager con
versation.
"I had given you up for lost," said
La Salle. "All Paris was whispering
of your duel with 1 lie Comte de Miron
and his death. But all was mystery.
■ He had disappeared, his body no doubt
secreted by his coachman; you, too,
'had disappeared, having fled to En
gland. it was said; while Pompon,
whom 1 searched for diligently, was
>nowhere to be found. The king was
inclined to be vexed over your dis
obeying his order concerning duelling,
but I think he was secretly pleased at
getting rid of the Comte de Miron,
whom he disliked. Only the influ
ence of Colbert kept him about the
.court."
Thus .did the partners in the firm
•-of M. Tonti and Company hold their
first meeting outside France, and the
night was far spent before they fin
ished recounting their adventures and
laying plans for the future. No light
was thrown upon the identity of their
mysterious protector, and the matter
was finally dismissed as a riddle to
• lie solved at some later day.
There was plenty of time for the
full discussion of their plans, for the
"Saint, Honore," although a stanch lit
tle craft of 150 tons, was driven from
her course by contrary winds, and
drifted through many lazy days for
lark of any. The passengers consisted
•iof a party of soldiers sent lo swell the
available fighting force to be used
against the Indians; a flock of:! 0 girls
traveling under the care of Madame
Bourdon, all seeking homes and hus
bands in the new strange lands across
The sea; ship-carpenters and workers
in iron, for the need of building small
-ships to trade with the Indians and
explore the coasts had been empha
sized by Frontenae in his letters to
the king and Colbert; sione masons
and builders to help the settlers erect
their homes as well as build new forts;
adventurers, escaped exiles, and poli
tical refugees, seeking under new
names to travel in tlie king's ship,
and then lose themselves in the sav
age wilds. Among these were some
.30 men whom La Salle had tempted
by goodly sums and far goodlier prom
ises of riches to be found in Ihe New
World, and tales of mystery and of
untold wealth that only needed daring
hearts and hands to secure it; some
were honest artisans whom lie needed
in his explorations, especially to build
ships on the lakes. For this purpose
a store of iron, cordage, and anchors
was carefully packed away in the hold.
La Salle and Tonti kept to them
selves, but Pompon went about the
ship making friends with every one In
3pite of his ugly face, busying himself
in finding out everything he could
from each person, amusing them, but
telling nothing in return. He diced
with the soldiers and adventurers, and
spun yarns with ihe sailors derived
from his experience in the galleys, but
carefully disguised, he himself usual-
ly figuring as a bravo officer in com
mand of one of his majesty's ships;
the women folks he sedulously
shunned.
The three spent many evenings In
La Salle's quarters because they were
much roomier than the rest, and over
their wine they gradually revealed
much of their past lives to each other,
and grew in camaraderie, and the
bonds of good fellowship were knit
more tightly.
A mass of rolling water encompassed
them about. Each little wave laughed
and sparkled beneath the sun's first kiss
in the early morning; each little wave
donned its white nightcap as the wind
freshened after the sun went down;
LA SALLE REMAINED ON THE
POOP.
each little wave with its tiny strength
urged on ihe ship. And so the sum
mer days were filled with light and
the nights with the moon's sheen upon
the surface of the water or the myriad
reflection of the stars that guided the
ship's course through the long lone
watches.
The gray twilight and the first half
of the night were often spent in con
versation by the three explorers on
the poop just outside of hearing of
the helmsman. Then it was that La
Salle told of his early life; of the days
spent among his Jesuit teachers; of
the first voyage to the new land; of
his early efforts to penetrate the
wilderness; of the life and history of
the colony; of the rivalry between
himself and the Jesuit missionaries
and their followers for the fur-trade
with (lie Indians and the efforts they
made use of to thwart his plans. At
times the genial side of his nature
showed itself in the recital of amus
ing incidents of the court, at Quebec,
in the camp.
Thus passed the days until full two
months had gone and the summer
winds had changed to September gales.
Already the floating sea-weed and
screaming birds told them that land
was near. One night the three sat lis
tening to the sound of wind and wave.
Tonti was silent, while his companions
lalked. The master of the ship had
been commissioned to bring over a
lute for the Comte de Frontenae. It
was this lute that Tonti had bor
rowed. and, heedless now and then of
the flagging conversation, he idly
picked out some old forgotten strains
upon the strings, his thoughts far dis
tant.
At length Pompon left them. La
Salle, after a few moments' silence,
said:
"Mon Dieu! you are a man of ac
complishments; mon ami; a soldier and
a musician. It needs only that you be
come a poet and the three great arts
will be found combined in one man."
Tonti smiled. "We once toasted
your Lily of Poitou," he said. "Listen
now, while I tell you of my ltose of
Normandy. Perhaps if you will but
forget the singer, you may be pleased
like,! am with the subject of my
song." So saying, he played a few
chords and began to sing to an old
Italian air:
Whilst poets celebrate In rhyme
Some comely maid of high degree,
Th.' praises rare I'd gladly sing
Of Rose, my Rose, of Normandy.
The sunbeams nestle in her hair,
Her lips are wondrous red to see,
A roguish ginnce bi-ams from her eye.
The eye of Rose of Normandy,
Sweet thoughts and pure possess her
mind,
Prom earthly dross and blemish free;
An earnest purpose tills the soul
Of Rose, my Rose, of Normandy.
Within the empire of her lienrt.
I fain would reign its king to be;
lint other hands I fear will pluck
This Hose, my Itosi-, of Normandy.
"Bravo! Monsieur Poet," applauded
La Salle. "Would that I had your
ift of rhyming. I fear my sober mon
astic training destroyed any latent
talent I might have had. If I could I
would sing to you in return the charms
of my fair one."
A silence ensued, broken only by
the creaking of the ship's timbers, the
shrilling of the wind through the rig
ping, and the sound of rushing waters
as the vessel careened on her course.
A falling star shot its tiny spark across
the heavens; the muffled sound of hu
man voices came up from the interior
of the "Saint llonore;" the ship's bell
announced the arrival of midnight.
At length Tonti aroused himself
from his revery and spoke to his
friend, who in turn was unconscious
of his surroundings, so great was the
power of thought over his physical
environment.
"Do you recollect our first meeting,
mon capitaine, how yon promised to
tell me the name of your lady when
we litid once left the land behind us?
Perhaps although your rhymes be
faulty, one could learn something of
her from your prose."
"True, mon ami, but words, ever,
though they be not those of poesy,
would utterly fail to describe the per-
CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, AUGUST 17, 1905.
son of her who has entered my life
but recently, but whose angnlie pres
ence I trust shall remain with me for
ever. But I shall spare you all rhapso
dies. She whom I call my Lily of Poi
tou is a daughter of a noble of that
province; her name, Renee d'Outre
laise. She lives with mademoiselle a»
a companion and friend. So far she
has not be'ui seen at court, but keeps
close to her protectress, and is visible
only to those honored few to whom
mademoiselle chooses to show her; foi
all of which I am thankful. The
princess as a patroness of the arts and
literature has been pleased to interest
herself in my explorations and has in
vited me on a number of occasions to
rehearse to her my adventures in New
France and relate all that would in
terest her about the land and its in
habitants. Mile. d'Outrelaise has been
present at most of our interviews, and
it was while thus engaged that I real
ized that a new strange feeling had
arisen within my heart, a feeling that
men lightly call love, but which I
recognize as an inspiring, ennobling
influence that means much more to
me."
La Salle, not noticing his compan
ion's silence, continued:
"Mademoiselle has known by reputa
tion some -of my relatives and connec
tions and thinks highly of me as well
as my projects, and I know approves
my suit. Renee has never shown aught
in her demeanor that betokened a re
turn of my affection, nor have I ever
spoken words of love to her, partly
from my lack of courage and partly
from the fact that I have seen her
olone but onre. I feel safe in her
retired life, believing mademoiselle to
be my ally; besides, she is young yet.
If I but accomplish what I hope to do,
i can return in two or three years with
honor, power, and wealth and claim
her for my own. She will be guided
largely in her choice of a husband by
the princess' counsel and wishes. I
saw her the day I left Paris, and our
parting interview angered well for my
hopes."
"How so?" asked Tonti in a hard
strained voice.
"I detected evidences of long weep
ing in her eyes; she was agitated be
yond measure, and expressed the
warmest wishes for the safety and suc
cess of my expedition; and best of all,
after I had kissed the hand of mad
emoiselle in adieu, she permitted me
the same privilege, and gave me as a
parting remembrance a silken flag of
France worked by her own fair fin
gers."
The approach of Pompon cut short
any further speech from La Salle and
permitted Tonti to withdraw to an
other portion of the ship, a prey to
the deepest emotion. As he stood by
the rail and looked across the tum
bling, surging mass of waters which a
rising storm had quickened, he felt in
full sympathy with its tempestuous
nature And when the rain fell and the
wind became a gale and the vessel
bobbed about on the water, he still re
tained his post, oblivious of the outer
tempest, engulfed as was his spirit
amid the waves of jealous alarm, un
happiness, and despair.
Here was a blight upon his new
formed hopes; the man whom he had
promised to serve as companion and
friend, the one to whom he warmed
as never to mortal man.was now an
unconscious rival. In the first onrush
of the tempest that stirred his pas
sionate nature he hated him, and
cursed the day they first met. Wer;
not the glory and honor and riche9
I hat were just ahead on the explorer's
path suflicient but that he must take
bis love, she whom he realized was all
in all to him. too? And the melody of
the song he had sung with its closing
words, words written in a moment of
joy and hope, that were in reality full
of pathetic foreboding, passed through
his mind again:
But other hands I f»'ar will pluck
This Rose, mv Rose, of Normandy.
But when the tide of feeling had
reached its full, then came the calm
before the ebb. The soldier's sense of
justice showed him clearly 1 hat his
friend was innocent of any desire to
work him harm. That he :eally was
the interloper, for La Salle had known
her for weeks and months, while his
acquaintance was but that of a day.
And the strong feeling of remaining
stanchly loyal to his commander, even
though it meant to take sides against
himself, came to his rescue. Then,
too, the careful recollection of the two
short glimpses he had of the fair lady
showed him but 100 plainly that he had
small grounds of hope on which to
build.
On into the early morning watches
he struggled with himself. The love
of a man for a woman battled strong
with a man's love for honor and that
which he deemed the right. And lo!
a paradox appeared, for in the strife al
though honor won, yet in no wise was
his love for the woman conquered or
belittled by Ihe strife, but rather was
it enlarged, illumined, and made
stronger still, for he could at onoe give
lull allegiance to his love and yet re
solve that come what might lie would
in no wise be false to his friend; that
be could glorify and worship the one
and keep this secret hid from the
other; could aid his companion with
all his strength and leave the future
to le bon Dieu, who controls every
man's destiny. The battle once won,
he could look forward with the hope
that by being true to both now his re
ward would somehow be forthcoming
when the work was done. And as tlvj
first morning rays touched the ship's
deck they fell upon the figure of a
man. not worn out and fatigued by a
night's struggle and exposure, hut firm
and erect, gazing toward the new land
but one day's journey distant, with the
light of faith and hope and love in his
countenance; and the greatest of
these was Jove.
That night three goblets were filled
to the brim and emptied and filled
again. Three manly breasts responded
to the thrill of a common lot, a com-
mon Joy, a romnion purpose. Three
hands clasped fealt.y with hands thai
gripped them last. They pledged the
king, the ship. New France, the ex
pedition, and last of all, themselves.
"To three gallant comrades," cried
La Salle when the last bumper was
raised, "who will to each other be
true—"
"And faithful," added Tonti, in a
voice vibrating with deep feeling.
"Even unto death," said Pompon
gravely.
Thus ran the toast; so drank they
all.
CHAPTER XI.
WHEREIN ARE MKT A NEW WORLD,
AN' AM.Y IN HIGH PLACES. AND A
TEMPEST IN A TEAPOT.
A dull, dark day; an unfriendly
wind, necessitating frequent tacking
of the ship; the lowering of clouds that
now and then swept down upon them,
enveloping everything in mist; the cry
of water-fowl unseen; the sharp,
scared glance of gulls that suddenly
appeared from out the fog, only to
veer abruptly away and be swallowed
up again; and then the uplift of the
hazy curtain, and the sight of a dim
low line of coast with shadowy sug
gestion of vast mountain ranges on the
horizon's rim;—this was their wel
come to New France. As yet no indi
cation appeared to show them they
had left the oce&n and were ascending
the mighty stream that drained a
continent. But finally, when on the
near approach to the northern shore a
glimrse was caught of the ■trading
station at Tadoussac, the weary pas
sengers first realized that their jour
ney was nigh ended. All crowded to
the rail and strained their eyes to
feast them on the land of their dreams,
the harbor of iheir hopes. The threo
comrades stood beside the captain as
they watched the sun's first rays light
up the beetling rocl<s of Mai bay. All
day the glad sunlight and the clear
breeze dried the ship's sails and
warmed the hearts of all on board as a
panorama of hitherto unknown beauty,
painted by the hand of nature, was
slowly unrolled before their wonder
ing eyes.
The river gradually narrowed, and
soon both shores were brought within
sight of all. Waterfalls f.'ll like trem
bling white ribbons down the barren
mountain-sides; the risins smoke from
wigwam and seigniory betokened the
presence of man; the yellow strip of
stubble-fields from which the grain had
been harvested followed the shore be
tween the water's edge and the mass
of evergreen verdure of the interior.
At length, after passing through
the northern channel between the is
land of Orleans, edged with houses and
clearings, end the mainland shores of
Beaupre and Beauport. the good ship
glided into the quiet bay, while the
towering heights of Quebec, puissant
stronghold of a new country, the
comely mistress of all this fair land,
the goal of the entire company, smiled
grimly down upon them. The promon
tory. crowned with fort, churches,
seminary, and convent, looked indeed
the mighty, silent bulwark that it was.
Soon was the silence broken, fora«
the vessel let go her anchor and fired
her salute, a puff of smoke came from
the fort and the long, deep boom of
cannon sounded clear*in the early au
tumn air, while from the flagstaff on
the Chateau St. Loui» a white ban
ner. spangled with fleurs-de-lis, waved
official welcome to the king's ship.
[To BP Continued.]
The Ano of llurry.
There is no backwater to which this
impetuous tide of hurry has not pen
etrated; and if we try to .find one
wherein we may lie in a punt on pink
cushions under a tree we are certain
to be made restless by the long single
hoot of a fussy steam launch or the
short double one of a tearing motor
car, and instead of lying still we jump
up and cry, "Oh, wait for me and take
me! I'm in a fearful hurry to get there
and do it with you!" And when we
are taken in and have recovered our
breath and well on our way there to do
it, we remember to ask where we are
bound for and what we are going to
do! —A Countess, in London Outlook.
An Aiitf I<>-Ai>teric*nn Incident,
This story is told by J. P. Carter, of
the American embassy in London. It
was a fashionable function, and the
orchestra had been playing somewhat
loudly. A well-known Englishman was
discussing the friendly relations of
England and America with a very at
tractive American woman. The music
stopped suddenly, and in the silence
which followed the Englishman was
heard to remark in heartfelt accents:
"And the more we know one another
the more dearly we must love one an
other." Both hastened to offer ex
planations as to the entirely political
character of their remarks, but nothing
could stop the laughter of the delight
ed audience. —N. Y. Herald.
of Chililhootl.
A small girl of three ongoing to bed
one evening invited her grandmother
to "dess put your head on the pillow."
Grandma complied, but the capricious
little minx soon decided that sha would
like a change, and took this means to
make her grandmother move:
"Grandmamma, is God everywhere?"
"Yes, indeed," replied grandmamma.
"In this house?" "Yes."
"In this room?" "Yes."
"In this bed?" "Yes, my child,
why do you ask?"
"Well, then all I have to say is its
pwitty crowded." —N. Y. Times.
Not Wraith.
It is not the possession of money
that constitutes wealth, that gives the
highest satisfaction and awakens the
consciousness of noble achievement,
the assurance that one is fulfilling his
mission, and that he is reading aright
the sealed message which the Creator
placed in his hand at birth.—Success
Magazine.
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