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Jgfry name la Eagle," said the mile
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bey said notning,
j name ib ""fttct duo icpcuieu.
le de Ferrler. wnat is your name?"
, the boy said nothing.
, looked at lilm' surprised, but
liked lief displeasure. He was aboMt
j-fSrs old. wniio sue was less man
n? the dim light -which sifted through
top ot St Bat's Church hj! did not
) jized and stupefied, facing a black
fifth's tOTge, which for many genera
Kite had occupied the north transept
R.mlth and some apprentices hammered
lfliJ,rnt that echoed with multiplied
fium ffO"1 tne Jfl'man' roo'S nnl the
Irfmioii fire mario a spot vivid as' mood
frioT 'one nrcn. nm waiira up, ana
tWkwd by smoko, framed the top of
the srti'hf nnc ln,0UBh th,B ttamo could
be en bit ' st- ot's cloB0 orutBldc,
upM 1,,dh tno uoora Blpoa qpon' Now
an apprent'ee would seize tho bellows
'fondle and blow up f,Bmo which brleny
grang and disappeared. Tho aproned fig.
E?f. Baxon and brawny, made a fascl-
Sting show In tho dark shop.
Ijkjugh tho boy woo dressed like a
stala French citizen of that year, KM.
fid his knee breeches betrayed shrunken
3lcs, and nls 8le8 wrists Unit were
Sullen as with tumors, Eagle accepted
ilfra as her equal. His lino wavy hair was
5( a chestnut color, and his hands and
fet were small. His features were per-
i'fect as her own. But while life played
malncly In vivid expression across
If tier fce, hU muscles nover moved. vTJie
Blitl eyes, Diuisn arouuu uicir ma runs,
Sol. cognlzanco of nothing. His left
Svebrdw had been parted by a cut now
Baled and forming Its permanent scar.
Fyou understand me, don't you?" Eaglo
Hiked to him. "But you .could not un-
rSjtrt'land Sally Blake. She Is an English
jirl. We live at her nouso unui our snip
Mils, and I hopo It will sail booh. Poor
tyl' Did the wicked mob In Paris hurt
jSar arms?"
pha soothed and Tatted his wrists, and
be neither shrank in pain nor resented
ffie1 endearment with male shyness.
Kajle edged closer to him on tho stone
fitment. She was amused by tho black
Smith's arch, and Interested In all the
Mu'sual life around her, and she leaned
forward to find some response In his
tyer He was unconscious of his strange
Invlronmcnt. The andent church of St
Bartholomew the Great, or St. .Bat's as It
lis called, In the heart of London, had
long been a hived village.
ftNot only were houses clustered thickly
Mound Its outsldo walla and the spaco of
nound named Its close, but the inside.
fraded from its first use, was purceled
Ht to owners and householders. Tho
flkvc only had been retained as a church
bounded by rjtasslve pillars, which did
jnUpreterit Londoners from using it as a
rSl&tgrifnre. Children of resident dls-
SMrouId and did hoot when it
plsaselthem, during lervlce. from an
m ovt manning winnow m me vuuu. .jiic
taily Chapel was a frlngemaker's shop.
Tbo mlthy In the north transept had
(tacended from father to son. The Eouth
transept, walled up to mnlte a jospectablo
SwellJcsv showed through its open door.
use ghastjy marble tomn or a crusaaer
Jrfich the thrifty London housewife had
antti Into a pallor table. His crossed
fee and hands and upward staring coun-
.iwaace proiiuuea irom mo ihiuol hi
nucK-KnacKS.
Kf
yUiX fell through the venerable clere-
iiory on upper arcades, some or, inese
ib wauru Dllut, UUb uliicia iguiiicu
inelr arched openings (nto the' church
wj4 formed balconies from which up
lUlrs dwellers could look down at what
a passing below.
gTo women leaned out of the Norman
trcades, separated only by a pillar.
?Btph(TVr 3rnEa Va nnva tVtnciA lfttfa
j. y, WW ... .., ...M
wrts seated In front of the black
jth's window. An atmosphere of com-
ffi abode of labor and humble pros-
ggty, not an asylum of poverty. Great
ggthits, Indeed, auch as 'John Jlilton,
"tarcr our own aay, wasningion
S. did not disdain to live at St.
Bartholomew's close. Tho two British
ron, therefore, spoke the prejudice
iphe better rather than the baser class.
little devils!" said one woman,
ey look Innocent," remarked the
V. "But these French do make my
crawl!
now
long are they going to stay in
at'sr
two men with tho little girl and
trvant Intend to sail for America
week. The lad. and the man that
m
him in as dangerous looking a
Um'-RWHQUICK-
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ZZr a" 6er J 8'-e like to
Prowl out any ttmei j 8aw tem g0 )M(J
8m1(r ftnd x ynni 0Ver t0 ftsl l"
smiths wife about them. She let two
"PPer chambers to the creatures this
morning."
"Whal alls the lad? He has the look
of an Idiot."
"Well,' then, aod knows what alls any
of the crasjr French! If they all broke
but with bolls like the heathen of Scrip
ture, It would not surprise a Christian
As It Is, they keep on beheading one nn
other, day after day a'nd month after
month i and the time must come when
none ot them will be left-and a satis
faction that will be to respectable folksl"
"First the King, and then tlio Queen,"
mused one speaker. "And now news
comes that ,tho little prlnco has died of
bad treatment In. his prison. England
will not go Into mourning for him as It
did for his fnthcr, King Louis. What a
pretty sight It was, to see everv rtpprnt
vbody in a bit of black, and tho houses
uraped, they say, In every town I A com
fort t. must have been to tho Queen of
France when she heard of such Christian
respect!"
The women's faces, hard In texture and
rubicund as beef and good ale could make
them, leaned silent a mpment high above
tho. dim pavement. St. Bat's little bell
struck the three-quarters beforo ten;
lightly, delicately, with nlways a promlue
of tho great -booming which should fol
low on the stroko of the hour. Its per
fection of sound contrasted with tho
smithy clangor of metal In process of
welding. A butcher's boy mndo his way
through tho front entrance toward a stair
case, his feet echoing on tho flags, carry
ing exposed a Joint of beef on tho board
upon his head.
"And how-do your foreigners behave
themselves, Mrs. Blake?" inquired tho
neighbor. ,
"Like French emmy-grays, to bo sure
I told Blake when ho would have them
to lodge In tho house, that wo arc k re
spectable family. But he Is master, and
their lordships has money In their
purses."
"French lordships!" exclaimed the
neighbor. "Whether they catls themselves
counts or marklses, what's their nobility
worth? Nothing!"
"Tho Morkls de Ferrler," retorted Mrs
Blake, nettled by a liberty taken with
her lodgers which she reserved for her
self, "Is a gentleman If he Is an emmy
gray, and French. Blake mny be mastc
In his own house, but ho knows lnndd
gentry from tinkers whether they ever
comes to their land again or not."
"Well, then." soothed her gossip, "I was
only thinking of them French that comes
over, glad to teach their betteis, or oven
to work with their hands for n crust."
"Still," said Mrs. Btake, again giving
rein to her prejudices, "I shall be glad tn
see all French papists out of St. Bat's
For what does Scrlpturo say? 'Touch
not the Unclean thing!' And that servant
body, Instead of looking after her Httlo
missus, galloping put of the close on some
bloody errand!"
"You ought to be thankful, Mrs, Blake,
to have her out of the way. Instead of
around our children, poisoning their hln
fant minds! Thank God they are playing
in the church lane like little Christians,
safe from even that lad and lass yonder!"
A yel( pf fighting from the llttlo Chris
tians mingled with their hoots at choir
boys gathering for the ten o'clock servke
in St. Bat's. When Mrs. Blake and her
friend saw this preparation, they with
drew their dissenting heads from the ar
cades in order not to countenance what
might go on below.
Minute followed minute, and the, little
bell struck out the four quarters. Then
the great bell boomed out ten the bell
which had given signal for, lighting the
funeral piles of many a martyr, on Smith
field, directly opposite the church. Organ
rnuslo pealed; choir boys appeared from
their robing room beside the entrance,
pacing two and two as they chanted. The
celebrant stood in his placo at the altar,
and antlphonal music rolled among the
arches; pierced by the dagger ,o!ce of a
woman in the arcades, who called after
the retreating butcher's boy to look sharp,
and bring her the Joint she ordered,
Eagle sprang UP and dragged the arm
of the unmovlng boy In the porth tran
sept. There was a weeping tomb in the
chancel which she wished to show 'nlm
lettered with a threat to shed tears for
a beautiful .memory if passersby did not
contribute, their share; a threat the
marble duly executed on account of the
dampness of the tfiurch and the hard
ness of men's hearts. But it was Im
possible to disturb a religious service.
So she coaxed the boy, 'dragging behind
hen down the ambulatory beside the
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oasis of chapel, whero the singers, sil
ting sldewlse. In rows facing each other,
chanted the Venlte A few worshipers
from the close, all of them women, pat
tered In to take part In this dally office.
Tho smithy hammers rang Under organ
measures, and an odor of cooking sifted
down from the arcades.
Outside the chdrch big fot-bellled
Pigeons were cooing about the tower or
Mruttlng and pecking oh the ground To
kill one was a eravo offense. Th nnni
boy playing In tho lane durst not lift a i
"mi against mem. 4 f
Very different gnmo wero Eagle and
the other alien whom sho led past the
red-faced English children.
HE
"Good day," sho spoko pleasantly, feel
ing their antagonism. They answered
her with u titter.
"Sally Blake Is t'ne only one I know,"
sho explained In French, to her com
panion who moved feebly and stiffly be
hind her dancing step. "I cannot talk
English to them, and besides, their man
ners are not good, for they are not like
our peasants." J
Sally Blake and a bare-kneed lad be
gan to amble behind the foreigners, he
taking hla cue Bmartly and lolling out
his tongue. The whole crowd set up a
shout, and Eagle looked back. She
wheeled and slapped the St. Bat's girl
In the face.
That silent being whom she had taken
under her care recoiled from the blow
wWch the bare-kneed boy Instantly gave
him, and without defending himself or
her, shrank down in an atll Jde of en
treaty. She screamed with pain at this
sight, which hurt iorse than the halr
pulllng of mo mob around her. She
fought like a panther in front of him.
Two men in the long narrow lane lead
ing frojnSmlthfleld Interfered and scat
tered her assailants
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iiiffliiiPhii llii
IJARTWELL C'ATHERWOOD
y.p')Tini oy inn noom-MirrlU Company.
You may pass up a step Into the grave
yard, Which U separated by a wall from
tho lane. And though nobody followed,
the two men hurried Eagle and the boy
into ttie graveyard arid closed the gate.
H was not a large enclosure, and
thread-like paths, grassy and ungrneled,
Wound among crowded ginves There
was a very high outside wall; and the
Place Insured such prhacy as could not
be had In St Bat's Church. Sotno
crusted stones lay broad as gray doors
on ancient graves; but the most stood
up In irregular oblongs, white and llch
eucd. A catcall from the lane wns the last
irtiot of tho batUo. Engle nllantly
CAME GRANDLY UP THE STAIRS
sleeked her disarrayed hair, the breast
under her bodice BtlU heaving and sob
bing The June sun illuminated a de
termined child of the gray-eyed type be
tween white and brown, flushed with full
ness of blood, quivering with her Intensity
of feeling,
"Who would suy this was Mademplsello
de Ferrler!" observed the younger of tho
two men. Both were past middle age.
The ono whoso queue showed the most
gray took Eagle reproachfully by her
hands; but the other stood laughing.
"My little daugnterl"
"I did strlko tho English glrl-and I
would do It again, father!"
"She would do It again, monsieur tho
marquis," repeated the laugher.
"Were the children rude to you?"
"They mocked him, father." She pulled
the boy from behind a gravestone, wh,erc
ho crouched unmovlng as a rabbit, and
showed him to her guardians, "See how
weak ho Is! Itegard him how he walks
In a dream! Look at the swollen wrists
ha cannot right. And If you wish to make
these English respect you you have got
to llglit them!"
"Where Is Ernestine? She should not
have left you alone,"
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"Ernestine went to tho shops to obey
your orders, father!"
The boy's dense inertia was undisturbed
by what had so agonized the girl. He
stood In vhe English sunshine gazing stu
pidly at her guardians.
"Who U this boy, Eaglo?" exclaimed
tho younger man.
"Ho does not, talk He docs not tell his
name." '
The joungcr man seized tho cider's arm
and whispered to him.
"No, Philippe, nol" tho .elder man an
swered. But they both approached tho
boy with a deference which surprised
Engle and examined his scarred eyebrow
and his wrists. Suddenly the marquis
dropped upon his knees and stripped tho
After Andre Caatalgne.
stockings down those meagre legs. He
kissed thorn, and tho swollen ankles, sob
bing like a woman. The boy seemed un
conscious of this homage. Such exaggera
tion of her own tenderness made her ask.
"What ulls my father, Cousin Philippe?"
Her cousin Philippe glanced around tho
high walls and spoke cautiously,
"Who was tho English girl at the head
of your mob, Eaglo?"
"Sally Blake"
"What would Sally Blake do if she saw
tho little King of France and Navarre
ride Into the church lane, filling it with
his retinue, and heard the royal salute
of 21 guns fired for him?" ,
"She would bo afraid of him."
"But when he comes afoot, with that
Idiotic fuce, giving her such a good
chance to bait him how can she resist
baiting him? Sally Blake Is human "
"Cousin Philippe, this is not our dau
phin? Our dauphin Is deadl Both my
father and you told me he died in the
Temple prison nearly two weeks agol"
Tho Marquis de Ferrler replaced the
boy's stockings reverently and ro9e, back
ing away from him.
"There Is your King, Eagle." the old
courtier announced to his child. '"Louis
3dVlt, the son of Louis XVI and Mario
Antoinette, survives In this wreck, How
he escaped Drom prison we do not know
Why ho is hero unrecognized in Eng
land, where hla claim to the throne was
duly acknowledged on the death of his
father, we do not know But we who
have often seen the royal child cannot
fall to identify him; brutalized ns he Is
by tho past horrible year of his life"
Tho boy stood unwinking before his
three expatriated subjects. Two of them
noted tho traits of his house, even to his
ears, which were full nt top, and with
out any Indentation at the bottom where
they met tho sweep of the Jaw.
The dauphlnof France had been tho
most tortured j victim of his country's
Involution. By a Jailer who cut his cje
brows open with n blow, and knocked
him down on tho slightest pretext, tho
child had been forced to drown memory
lit nery liquor, month after month. Dur
ing six worse months, which might havo
been bettered by oven such a Jailer, hid
from tho light In ( nn airless dungeon,
covered with rags which wero never
changed, and with filth and vermin which
dally accumulated, having his food
passed to him through a silt in the door,
hearing no human voice, seeing no hu
man face, his Joints swelling with pois
oned blood, ho had died In everything
except physlcnl vitality, nnd was taken
out nt lont merely a breathing corpso.
Then It was proclaimed that this corpso
had ceased to breathe. The holr of a
long lino of kings wasicolTlned and burled.
While tho elder Do iFcrrlcr shed nerv
ous tears, tho youngsr looked on with
ojes which had seen the drollery of tho
French Revolution.
"I wish I know 1 tho man who has
played this clever trick, and whether
honest men or the rabble are behind It."
"Let us And him and cmbraco hiVn!"
"I would rather cmbraco his prospects
when the house of Bourbon comes again
to tho throne of France. Who Is that fel
low at the gate? Ho looks as If he had
some, business hero."
The man came on among tho tomb
stones, showing a full prcsenco and pros
pcious air, suggesting good vintage,
such as were nover set out in the Smith
field alehouse. Instead of being smooth
shaven, he woro a very long mustache
which dropped Us ends below his chin.
A court painter, attached to his patrons,
ought to have fallen into straits during
tho Revolution. Philippe exclaimed with
astonishment
"Why, It's Bellenger! Look at hlml"
Bcllenger took off his cap and made a
deep reverence.
VMy uncle Is weeping over the dead
English, Bellenger," said Philippe. "It
nlways moves him to tears to see how
few of them die."
"We can mako no such complaint
against Frenchmen In these days, mon
Bleur," the court painter answered. "I
see you have my young charge here, en
joying tho gravestones with you a pleas
ing change after the unmarked trenches
of France. With your permission I will
take him away."
' Have I the honor. Monsieur Bcllenger,
uf saluting the nian who brought the
king out of prison?" tho old man In
quired. Again Bcllenger made the marquis a
deep reverence, which modestly dis
claimed! any exploit.
"When was this done? Who wero your
helpers? Whero are you taking him?"
Bcllenger lifted his eyebrows at the
fanatical royalist.
"I wish I had had a hand In it!" spoke
Philippe de Ferrler.
"I am taking this boy to America,
monsieur the marquis," the painter
quietly answered.
"But why notto one of his royal un
cles?" "His royal uncles," repeated Bellenger.
'Pardon, monsieur the marquis, but did
I say he had nny royal uncles?"
"Come!" Bpoke Philippe de Ferrler. "No
jokes with us. Bellenger, Honest men of
every degree should stand together in
these times."
Eagle eat down on a flat gravestone,
and looked at the boy who seemed to be
an object of dispute between the men of
her family and the other man. He neither
saw nor heard what passed. She said
to herself
"U would make no difference to me!
It Is the same, whether he Is the king
or not."
Eellenger's eyes half closed their lids
as If for protection from the sun,
"Monsieur de Ferrler may rest assured
that I am not at present occupied with
Jokes. I will again ask permission to
take my charge away,"
"You may not go until you havo an
swered some questions,"
'That I will do as far as I am per
mitted." "Do monsieur and his brother know
SHRIMP LANDS ON A SOFT SPOT
the
ciaer ue Ferrler, taking the lead.
"What reason have you to believe,"
responded Bellenger, "that the Count de
Provence and the Count d'Artols have
any Interest In this boy?"
Philippe laughed and kicked the turf.
'We have seen him many a time at
ersnlllcfl, my friend. You aro very
mvaterlous."
"Have his enemies or his friends sot
him free?" demanded the old FruneH.
man
"That," said Bcllenger,
"I may not
noes monsieur know that you are
going to tako him to America?"
"That I may not tell."
. "W!? d0 you M"' ani 'a what
vessel?"
IZ!1?80 ma'M. also, I may not tell."
1 , v .m.nn ls a kldnspperl" thd old
noblo cried, bilnglng out his sword with
a h ss. But Philippe held his arm.
Among things permitted to jou," said
Philippe, "perhaps you will take'oath the
boy Is not a Bourbon?"
Bellenger shrugged and waved hit
hands
"Von admit that he Is?"
"I admit nothing, monsieur. These are
flays in which we save our heads as welt
bb we can, and admit nothing."
"If wo had never seen the dauphin wo
should Infer that this Is no common child
you are carrying nwny so secretly, bound
by so many pledges A man like you.
trusted with an Important mission, nat-
urally magnifies It. You refUBe to let
nt know nnj thing about this nfTalrr'
"I nm simply obeying orders, monslour,M
said Bcllenger humbly. "It la not my
affair.
"You are better dressed, more at case
with tho world than any other refugee I
havo seen since wo came out of France
Somebody who has money Is paying to
havo tho child placed In safety Very
well. Any country but his own Is a good
country for him now. My uncle and I
will not Interfere. Wo do not understand.
But liberty of nny kind ls better than
imprisonment nnd death. You can, of
course, evade us. but I give you notice
I shall look for this boy In America, and
if you take him elsewhere I shall probably
find It out"
"America Is a largo country," said Bel
lenger, smiling.
Ho took the boy by tho hand and made
his adieus. Tho old De Terrier deeply
saluted the boy and slightly saluted his
guardian. Tho other De Ferrler nodded.
"Wo nre making a mistake, Philippe!"
Bald the uncle.
"Let him go," said tho nephew. "He
will probably slip away at onco out of St.
Bartholomew's. Wo can do nothing until
wo nre certain of tho powers behind him.
Lndless disaster to the child himself
might result from our Interference. If
Franco wero ready now to tnke back her
King, wpuld she accept an Imbecile?"
The old Do Ferrler groaned aloud.
"Bellenger Is not a bad man." added
Philippe.
Eagle watched her playmate until the
closing gate hid him from sight She re
membered having oncei Implored her nurso
for a small plaster Image displayed in a
shop. It could not speak, nor move, nor
ioe nor in return But sho cried secretly
all night to have It In her arms, nshairied
of the unreasonable desire, but conscious
that she could riot be nppenscd by any
thing else. That plaster Image denied to
her Rymbollzed tho strongest paBslon of
her life.
Tho pigeons wheeled around St Bat's
tower, or Btruttcd burnished on tho wall
Tho bell, which she had forgotten since
sitting with tho boy in front of the black
smith shop, again boomed out Its record
of time; though It seemed to Eagle that
a long, lonesome period like eternity had
begun.
I REMEMBER poising jinked upon a
rock, ready to dive Into Lake George.
This memory stands at the end of a di
minishing vista; the extreme point of co
herent recollection. My body and muscu
lar limbs reflected In the water filled me
with savage pride.
I knew, as the beast known Its herd,
that my mother Marianne was hanging
the pot over tho fire pit In the centre of
our lodgo; the children were playing with
other papooses; and my father was hunt
ing down the lake The hunting and
fishing were good, nnd we had plenty of
meat. Skenedonk, whom I considered a
person belonging to myself, was stripping
more slowly on tho rock behind me. Wo
were heated with wood ranging Aborig
inal life, primeval and vigor-giving, lay
behind me when I plunged, expecting to
strlko out under the delicious forest
(shadow.
When I came up the sun had vanished,
the woods and their shadow were gone.
So were the Indian children playing on
the shore, and the shore with them My
mother Marianne might still be hanging
her pot In the lodgo. But all the hunting
lodges of our people were as completely
lost as If I had entered nnother world
My head wit bandaged, as I discovered
when I turneT It to look around Tho
walls were not the log walls of our lodge,
chinked with moss and topped by a bark
roof. On the contrarythey were grander
than the inside of 6t Itcgla Church, whera
I took my first communion, though that
was built of stone. These walls were
paneled, as I learned afterward to call
that noblo finishing, and ornamented with
pictures and crystal sockets for candles,
The use of the crystal sockets was evi
dent, for one shaded wax light burned
near me. The celling was not composed
of wooden beams like some Canadian
houses, but divided Itself Into panels also,
reflecting the light with a dark, rosy shln
ingv Lace work finer than a priest's"
whUe garments fluttered at the windows.
CONTINUEdIn MONDAY'S
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