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6 IVomen on the Farm Conducted By Mrs. LU. H. Felton. + Correspondence on home topics or ♦ 4* subjects of especial interest to wo- ♦ ; 4 men is invited. Inquiries or letters ♦ 4, should be brief and clearly written * 4* tn ink on one side of the sheet. ♦ 4* Write direct to Mrs. W. H. Feb 4- 4> ton. Editor Home Department Semi- ♦ ‘ Q Weekly Journal. Cartersville. Ga. ♦ • * No inquiries answered by mall. v A ♦ <lllllllll »♦♦ I I I I I I H ♦ MRS. FELTON HAS A WORD TO THE GEORGIA LEGISLATURE Y*’ __ ol - are our leral guardians, gen- tlemen of the Georgia legislature, and there are a great many per sons—like myself—who have no voice or vote in public business, but who are extremely anxious that you shall not only appreciate the dignity of your ex alted position before the country, but also * remember that we must rise or fall In progress and prosperity according to your dictates in legislation. What you say goes, and whatever you do stands Then, be extremely careful not to go backwards or sideways, but always Straight forward for the right and honest . government 1 do hope you will lighten some of the , heavy burdens of taxation this time. Per haps you are dot aware of it (for you are all doubtless very prosperous people when at home), but the common people are get • ting very restless under so much taxation. In the county I lire In we are outrkg • eously taxed for state and county pur poses. and we woke up to the fact that the law authorising our county commis sioners allowed them the liberty to pile . up taxation beyond measure, and the su preme court said the law was at fault, but so long as it was law it had to stand as A great many people are as sick of ■ such county commissioners and bad law? as they ever were with the measles, with . sheep-saffron tea to bring out the erup tion. for a law that made a few men dic * tutors and czars in a county should never have been allowed to pans the Georgia legislature at the offstart. Just think of taxation for state and county purposes reaching up to IBS on every thousand dollars' worth of taxable property, out side of municipal taxation! These supreme authc : ities. known as bi county commissioners, seeing the hot ’ place Into which they were driving the ■ taxpayers, and realising the fact that a day of judgment would come sooner or later, then concluded that they would run the county's business on a credit during ’.the year 1903. so they now call for ©6 on ■the thousand, and we are piling up debts . that must be settled for by another grab and another ukase of tneir sovereign au thority next year. Spare the other counties in the state the harrowing experience we have suffered in the county of Bartow! We are bowed and trembling under unparalleled burdens, but while we must abide and remain as ia pitiful object lesson, suffering in flesh, bone and sinew from misplaced confidence and unwise legislai.on. for pity's sake res cue the balance of the 137 counties from such an awful fate as we are now endur ing. after a solid year of drouth and gen eral farming disaster throughout our bor ders And. gentlemen, do something that will amount to something with the school money that Is raised by compulsory tax ation out of a heavily burdened citizen ship. The town schools are generally well re spected. but ninety-hundredths of the country schools are just a little better than nothing at all. Whenever the state assumes the right to put its hand in your pocket to extract your money to educate my child, then, in justice to yourself and the tens of thou sands just like you. demand that the state shall make me send my child to school or take its iron hand out of your pocket! Dq you see? Surelv. there is sufficient wisdom some where to discharge this plain obligation jto those who are forced to raise this school money by compulsory taxation! Either force the Indifferent parent to send the child to school or stop the ty ranny of compelling you to furnish the money to educate my child when I can decline to accept it. A change is obliged to take place before many years more of this waste, this cast ing of pearls before swine, shall be allow ed to continue. The state surely has talent 'sufficient to surmount such a difficulty! Vnless the state can disburse this money to a better purpose, why not quit the sys tem and go after a better plan? Where fore should we care if Massachusetts can appropriate U to Georgia's one for edu cation. when Georgia has no authority to make a single man or woman in her limits ‘accept the* school opportunity unless such man or woman is pleased to do it, es pecially when Massachusetts puts a heavy fine on every parent or guardian who faits to send the child to school during a certain number of months in the year? What's the matter with Georgia, any how' What is she afraid of when confronted with such a dilemma as’lhis? If you cannot afford, legislators, to ap ply the remedy, then stop the taxation arid go back to earlier schools, where ev erybody that was able paid for their own child s schooling, and the county raised funds for a poor rate to educate the chil dren of the indigent. And do. for heaven's sake, quit sending babies to school that are hardly weaned, to be paid for at public expense, and if they cannot acquire an English education between the ages of S and It. there is •ome thing tad the matter either In the brain of the pupil or the capacity of the teacher, and it will become a monotonous piece of business to be constantly paying a long price for either stupid pupils or teacher* The people who make headway in this world gn with a skip and a jump, but it actually looks like "killing time” on the taxpayers when school grades are multi plied until a girl or boy must start to school at weaning time and go until they are ready to marry to carry out the vari ous requirements and creep through the various grades and pass out as finished or unfinished. And if anybody will just take the trouble to stand aloof from their own environ ments ar.d see what sort of country schools they are afflicted with, they might laugh like Puck, or mean like King Lear, for it is all vanity or vexation of spirit, eoupkd with tax money! Do something, gentlemen, do something that will either give us something for our school tax money, or close doors and go out of the business! Look carefully into the book business also, and be sure to put your veto on school histories that will make your grandchildren ashamed that they were born south of Mason and Dixon's line, af ter you are laid to rest with your Con federate ancestry—unless you look into the history business very carefully. I had seme thought of entreating you about dispensaries, child labor in facto ries. the depot, etc., but time and space fail me. and I will close by asking you . to provide some police protection for coun try pecnle as a matter of supreme import. The whole ttr.d is .swarming with va grants. the streets are full <f idlers, <>x gocricts abornd: women are af*-aid to stay FREE FOR WOMEN. Ten days' Horse Treatment sent Free to all sufferers frvm Female Diseases Cured me. tri 1 will cure you. Address MK3. DICKEY. Aapt. M-. Box hM. Columbia. S. C. by themselves in their own homes; incen diaries are plentiful; burglary is common; chaingangs are crowded, and the young and very old are as unprotected both day and night. as if there was no taxation to i maintain a civil government in Georgia, or any relief to be had from lawlessness. Pass sotpe wise law that will make it somebody's business to patrol each coun try neighborhood and let a poor body lie down at night without the dread of con stantly impending violence or a fire bug's torch to destroy them root and branch before daylight comes. I have no word about polities, because the papers are convinced you are capable and active enough to pass for specialists in this direction. Myself and others like me are mainly concerned that you shall enjoy your politics, but give painstaking care to the pressing demands of your countrymen and constituents for economy and reform and domestic protection. YOUR RENEWAL MUST BE RE CEIVED AT ONCE OR THE PAPER WILL BE DISCONTINUED. YOU CANNOT AFFORD TO BE WITHOUT THE SEMI-WEEKLY JOURNAL. SO SEND YOUR RENEWAL AND GET A PREMIUM. REMEMBER WHAT THE BLUE PENCIL MARK MEANS. The Quarrelsome Czarinas. Over in Russia there are two czarinas. I the dowager empress and the reigning em press. Both are comparatively young women, as youth is rated in royal circles. They both have royal kinsfolk, especially in Great Britain. The dowager empress Is the younger sis ter of Queen Alexandra, of England, and the reigning empress Is the granddaughter of the late Queen Victoria, and King Ed ward's sister's child. It is a famous and royal "mixtry." to be sure! Os all the quarrels in the world to be i ware of. it is family quarrels which play Ithe mischief with dcfinestic happiness, and If domestic happiness is out of reach, there Is precious little happiness anywhere • else, as I view the situation. These two ladles are evidently living too j close together. Common sense indicates : distinct and separate establishments, and I am going to take the daughter-in-law s side of thia quarrel, because she must put up with the caar's whims and notions, and she has borne him several little daughters and she has earned the right to a quiet home and decent treatment. The dowager empress may be much prettier and smart er. but she lacks common sense when she pushes in between her son and his wife. She should not do it. Os course, she is the czar's mother and feels his interests very keenly, but it lowers her in public estimation when she kicks up a row because her son's children are all girls and no male heir appears. How can the czar's wife help this un toward situation? Blame her. if she is blamable, but for pity's sake don't behead the woman for what can’t be helped or otherwise foreseen. It is intimated that the dowager empress favors the idea of di vorcing the present wife of the czar, that another wife may succeed her and bear •a son and heir. The world is acquainted with a similar plan carried out by Napoleon Bonaparte and how it came to grief in the long run. It is a loathsome idea, anyhow. If the dowager is really advocating such an idea she is a poor adviser for her son and a most unnatural grandparent. If Queen Victoria was still living she would raise a rumpus at the ill-treatment of her granddaughter, the child of her favorite and well beloved Alice, who died many years ago when still a young woman. It is granted that ambition and not sen timent is the motor of many royal mar riages. but civilization demands that even a marriage of ambition deliberately enter ed into shall have vested rights and privi leges. and the empress merits protection. A story is going that tne dowager em press was very much opposed to the mar riage of her son to his wife, and, it ia said, she went in person to Inform her that he had already a morganatic wife and that he cared nothing'for her. But this young woman, granddaughter of Queen Victoria, wanted to wear a crown, just as the dowager wanted a crown and the two have not been agreeable to each oth er since that interview. To hear the “pot call the kettle black” is not a simile or comparison which would please either of the exarinas, but it seems to be evident that ambition was a ruling passion with both of them and therefore both were tarred with the same stick, and honors are easy. ’ The Russian constitution requires an em peror or czar shall be a married man to occupy the throne ana >.is successor must be of the male gender. If the king does not have a son born of a czarina, he must expect his brother. George, or the next male heir to occupy the throne after him, and it seems a little queer that the dowa ger should be in the muss at all. so long as she has another son, who can succeed his brother. i But this tempest In a teapot need not worry Us at all. except to be sorry for folks who have rrdtns and money and nothing else to add to their comfort. Nobody seems to be caring about the three little girls, with an empress moth er. They count exceedingly small. For that reason some of us are only in terested that the present czarina shall whip the light, 'i hese little girls should be protected in their birthrijut. Every time such a rumpus takes place in royal households, a “grande dl.'goost.” oc cupies the public minu. and t..ere may be very active and and bitter disgust over tn Russia for the Associated Press announces the safe arrival of the dowager empress in Denmark in hasty flight, because the Russian anarchists had sworn to dispatch her. Maybe there is also a movement afoot to protect the three little girls, who knows? There ought to be. if there isn't. WATCH THE LABEL ON YOUR SEMI-WEEKLY AND IF IT HAS THE MARK OF A BLUE PENCIL YOU MAY KNOW YOUR SUBSCRIPTION HAS EXPIRED AND THAT NOW IS THE TIME TO RENEW. BUY A SI.OO MONEY ORDER OR SEND US 100 ONE-CENT STAMPS. SELECT YOUR PREMIUM AND GET YOUR READ ING MATTER FOR THE NEXT YEAR. A German Motor Novelty. A motor-wsgnn of a decidedly novel charac ter is being experimented with, among others, by the army service corps, with a view to Its adaptability for a transport of military stares, etc. It Is known as a Keller wagon and is of German make. The principle Is that it lays down a line of rails to travel over as it goer along. Four st«-el double-flanved wheels, about two feet In diameter carry the wagon, and these rest inside seven fe»t circular rails, the out ride surfaces of which are broad and flat. , The rails are kept in position at the sides of I the wagon by two smaller flanged cuide wheels j across its diameter, by means of which the steering is dore. As the wagon is driven along ,■ the rails revolve, thus presenting a uniform i level eur’ace for the wagon to travel over. A I of eight miles an hour can be attained j drawing a fairly heavy trailer, the engines being TS horse-power. Three large circular rails at each side of the wagon give It the appear ance of having four large wheels without spokes or axles. • Newnan News: In this district, the four'll, i Hot.. VV. C Adamson, who has t-presented the I district in marv sessions, is again the unani mous nominee of his party, and he is entitled to th- comnltnwnt of a heavy vote at the polls. ! The members of the executive committee of I the fourth district should see to It that h>s 1 cvnstltutnts go to the polls on November 4. THE SEMI-WEEKLY JOURNAL, ATLANTA, GEORGIA. THURSDAY, OCTOBER 30, 1902. A BY Jvß I 1 V 1901 THtP s.'' Remembering what Annabel de Chau mont said about holy Sophie I inquired if she had been religious. ' “The Saint-Michels were better than religious; both mother and daughter were eternally patient with the poor count, whose troubles unsettled his reason. They had no dear old Ernestine and were re duced to the hardest labor. I was a lit tle child when we came to America, yet even then the spirit of the Saint-Michels seemed to me divine.” “i wish J could remember when I was a little child.” “Can you not recall anything?” “I have a dim knowledge of objects.” “What objects?” “St. Regis church, and my taking first communion; and the hunting, the woods and water, boats, snowshoes, the kind of food I liked; Skenedonk and all my friends—but 1 scarcely knew them as per sons until I awoke.” “What" is your first distinct recollec tion?" “Your face.” "Mine?” “Yes, madame, yours. I saw it above me when you came into the room at night.” She looked past me and said: “You have fortunately missed some of the most terrible events that ever hap pened in the world, monsieur. My mother and father, my two brothers. Cousin Philippe and I. were in prison together. My mother and brothers were taken, and we were left." I understood that she spoke of the Ter ror. about which 1 was eager to know every then unwritten detail. Doctor Chan try had told me many things. It fasci nated me far more than ancient history, which my master was inclined to press upon me. “How can you go back to France, ma dame?" “That's what I ask myself every day. That life was 'like a strange nightmare. Yet there was our chateau. Mont-Louis, two or three days’ journey east from Paris. The park was so beautiful. I think of it. and of Paul.” “And what about this country, madame? Is there nothing beautiful here?" “The fact has been impressed on me, monsieur, '.hat it does not belong to me. I am an emigre. In city or country my father and Cousin Philippe kept me with them. 1 have seen nothing of young peo ple, except at balls. We had no intimate friends. We were always going back. I am still waiting to go back, monsieur— and refusing to go if I must.” It was plain that her life had been as restricted as mine, ’ though the bonds were different. She was herded with old people, made a wife and mother while yet a child, nursed in shadow instead of in the hot sunshine which produced An nabel de Chaumont. After that we met each other as com rades meet, and both of us changed like the face of nature, when the snow went •nd warm winds came. This looking at her without really ap proaching was going on innocently, when one day Count de Chaumont rode up to the manor, his horse and his attendant servants and horses covered with mud, filling the place with a rush of life He always carried himself as if he felt extremely welcome in this world. And though a man ought to be welcome in his own house, especially when he has made it a comfortable refuge for outsiders, I met him with the secret resentment we bear an interloper. He looked me over from head to foot with more Interest than he had ever be fore shown. “We are getting on, we are getting on! Is it Doctor Chantry, or the little madame, or the winter housing? Our white blood is very much in evidence. When Chief Williams comes back to the summer hunting he will not know his boy-” ‘ t “The savage is inside yet, monsieur, I told him. “Scratch me and see.” “Not I,” he laughed. “It is late for thanks, but I will now thank you for taking me into your house.” “He has learned gratitude for little favors! That is Madame de Ferrier’s work.” “I hope I may be able to do something “That’s Doctor Chantry’s work. He is full of benevolent intentions —and never empties himself. When you have learned all your master knows, what are you go ing to do with it?” “I am going to teach our Indians.’ “Good. You have a full day’s work be fore you. Founding an estate in the wil derness is nothing compared to that. You have more courage than De Chaumont. Whether the spring or the return of De Chaumont drove me out. I could no longer stay indoors, but rowed all day long on the lake or trod the quickening woods. Before old Pierre could get audience with his house accounts. De Chaumont was in Madame de Ferrier’s rooms, inspecting the wafer blotched letter. He did not ap pear as depressed as he should have been by the death of his old friend. “These French have no hearts,” I told Doctor Chantry. He took off his horn spectacles and wiped his eyes, responding: “But they find the way to ours.” Slipping between islands in water paths that wound as a meadow stream winds through land, 1 tried to loSe myself from ihe uneasy pain which followed me every where. There may be people who look over the set me oi their lives with entire com placence. Mine has been the outcome of such strange misfortunes as to furnish evidence that there is another fate than the fate we make ourselves. In that early day I felt the unseen lines tighten around me. 1 was nothing but a young student of unknown family, able to read and write, to talk a little English, with some knowledge of history, geography, mathematics and Latin. Strength and scope came by atoms. I did not know then as I know now that I am a slow grower, even when making gigantic ef fort. Ar. oak does not accumulate rings with more deliberation than I change and build myself. My master told me a few days later that the count decreed Madame de Fer rier must go back to France. He intend ed to go with her and push her claim; ar d his daughter and his daughter s gov erness would bear them company. Doctor Cbantrj end J contemplated each other, glaring in mutual solemnity. His eyes were red and watery, and the nose sharp ened its cone. “When are they going?” I inquired. “As soon as arrangements for comfort able sailing can be made. I wish I were going back to England. I shall have to save twenty-five years before I can go, but the fund is started.” “If I saved a hundred and twenty-five years I could not go anywhere; for I had nothing to save. The worthlessness of civilization rushed over me. When I was an Indian the boundless world was mine. I could build a shelter and take food and clothes by. my strength and skill. My boat or my strong legs carrried me to all boundaries. 1 did not know what ailed me. but chased by these thoughts to the lake, 1 determined not to go back again to De Chaumont's house. I was sick, and my mother woods opened her arms. As if to show me what I had thrown away to haunt the cages of men. one of those iwrtEßt AiL tlbE I AILS. „ t&i [h Syrup. Tastes Good. Use gs ne. Sold by druttgirts. strange sights which is sometimes seen in that region appeared upon the moun tain. No one can tell who lights the torch. A thread of fire ran up like an opening scam, broadened, and threw oul pink ravelings. The flame wavered, paled by daylight, but shielding itself with strong smoke and leaped from ledge to ledge. I saw mighty pines, standing one moment green, and the next, columns ot tire. So the mass diverged or ran to gether until a mountain of tire stood against the sky and stretched its reflec tion. a glowing' furnace, across the water Flecks of ash shifted on me in the boat. I felt myself u part of it, as I felt my self a part of the many sunsets which had burned out on that lake. Before night I penetrated to the heart of an is land so densely overgrown, even in spring when trees had no curtains, that you were lost as in a thousand-mile forest. I camped there in a dry ravine, with hem lock boughs under and over me, and next day rolled broken logs and cut pples and evergreens with my knife, to make a lodge. It was boyish, unmannerly conduct; but the world had broken to chaos around me; and I set up the rough refuge with skill. Some books, my flsh line and knife, were always in the boat with me, as well as a box of tinder. I could go to the shore, get a breakfast out of the wa ter and cook it myself. Yet all that day 1 kept my fast, having no appetltie. • Perhaps in the bottom of my heart I expected somebody to be sent after me, bearing large inducements to return. We never can believe we are not valuable to our fellows. Pierre or Jean, or some other servants in the house, might per force nose me out. I resolved to hide if such an envoy approached and to have speech with nobody. We are more or less ashamed of our secret wounds, and I w'as not going to have Pierre or Jean report that I sat sulking in the woods on an Island. It was very probable that De Chau mont’s household gave itself no trouble about my disappearance. 1 sat on my hemlock floor until the gray of twilight and- studied Latin, keeping my mind on the text; save when a squirrel ventured out and glided bushy trained and sinuous before me, or the marble birches with ebony limbs, drew me to gloat on them. The white birch is a woman and a god dess. I have associated her forever with that afternoon. Her poor cousin the pop lar, often so like her as to deceive you until ashen bough and rounded leaf in struct the eye, always grows near her like a protecting servant. The poor cousin rustles and fusses. But my calm lady stands in perfect beauty, among pines straight as candles, never tremulous, never trivial. All alabaster and ebony, she glows from a distance; as, thinking of her. I saw another figure glow through the loop-holes of the woods. It was Madame de Ferrier. VIII. A leap of the heart and dizziness shot through me and blurred my sight. The reality of Madame de Ferrier’s coming to seek me surpassed all imaginings. She walked with quick accustomed step, parting the second growth in her way, having tracked me from the boat. Seeing my lodge in the ravine she paused, her face changing as the lake changes; and caught her breath. I stood exultant and ashamed down to the ground. “Monsieur, what are you doing here?” Madame de Ferrier cried out. “Living, madame,” I responded. “Living? Do you mean you have re turned to your old habits?” “I have returned t° the woods, ma dame.” “You do not intend to stay here?” “Perhaps.” “You must not do it.” “What must I do?” “Come back to the house.- You have given us much anxiety.” I liked the word “us” until I remem bered it included Count de Chaumont. “Why did you come out here and hide yourself?” My conduct appeared contemptible. I looked mutely at her. “What offended you?” “Nothing, madame.” “Did you want Doctor Chantry to lame himself hobbling around in search of you, and the count to send people out in every direction?” “No, madame.” "What explanation will you make to the count?” "None, madame.” I raised my head. “I may go out in the woods without asking leave of Count de Chaumont.” “He says you have forsaken your books and gone bhek to be an Indian.” I showed her the Latin book in my hand. She glanced slightly at it. and continued to make her gray eyes pass through my marrow. Shifting like a culprit, I inquired: “How did you know I was here?” “Oh, it was not hard to you after I saw the boat. This island !s not large.” “But who rowed you across the lake, madame?” “I came by myself, and nobody except Ernestine knows it. I can row a boat. I slipped through the tunnel and ventured.” “Madame, I am a great fool. I am not worth your venturing.” “You are worth any danger I might encounter. But you should at least go back for me.” “I will do anything for you. madame. But why should I go back?—you will not long be there.” "What does that matter? The import ant thing is that you should not lapse again into the Indian.*” . “Is any life but the life of an Indian open to me, madame ?”z She struck her hands together with a scream. “Ix»uls! Sire!" Startled, I dropped the book and it sprawled at her feet like an open missal. She had returned so unexpectedly to the spirit of our first meeting. “O. if you knew what you are! During my whole life your name has been cher ished by my family. We believed you would sometime come to your own. Be lieve in yourself!” I seemed almost to remember and per ceive what I was—as you see in mirage one inverted boat poised on another, and are not quite sure, and the strange thing is gone. Perhaps I was less sure of the past be cause I was so sure of the present. A wisp of brown mist settling among the trees spread cloud behind her. What I wanted was this wdrnan to hide in the woods for my own. I could fe£d and clothe her. deck her with necklaces of garnets from the rocks, and wreaths of the delicate sand-wort flower. She said she would rather make Paul a wood chopper than a suppliant, taking the con stitutional oath. I could make him a hunter and a fisherman. Game, bass, trout, pickerel, grew for us in abundance. I saw this vision with a single eye; it looked so possible! All the crude imag inings of youth colored the spring woods with vivid beauty. My face betrayed Wie. and she spoke to me coldly. “Is that your house, monsieur?” I said it was. , “And you slept there last night?” "I can build a much better one.” “What did you have for dinner?” “Nothing.” “What did you have for breakfast V “Nothing.” Evidently the lift I proposed to myself to offer her would net suit my lady. She look a lacquered b-x from the cover of her wrappings and moved down the slope a few steps. “Come here to your mother and get your supper.” I felt tears rush to my eyes. She sat down, spread a square of clean fringed linen upon the ground, and laid out crusty rounds of buttered bread that were fragrant in the springing fragrance of the woods, firm slices of cold meat and a cunning pastry which instantly mad dened me. I was ashamed to be such a wolf. We sat with our forest table between vs and ute together. • "1 am hungry myself.” she said. A glorified veil descended on the world. Ii evening had paused while that meal was in progress it would not have sur prised me*. There are half hours that di late to the importance of centuries. But when she had encouraged me to eat ev erything to the last crumb, she shook tne fringed napkin, gathered up the lac quered box. and said she must be gone. “Monsieur. I have overstepped the hounds of behavior in coming after you. The case was too urgent for considera tion of myself. I must hurry back, for the count's people would not understand my secret errand through the tunnel. Will you show yourself at the house as soon as possible?” 1 told her humbly that I would. "But let me put you into the boat, madame.” She shook her head. "You may follow after I am out of sight. If you fail to follow"—she turned in the act of de parting and looked me through. I told her I would not fail. When Madame de Ferrier disappeared beyond the bushes I sat down and waited with my head between my hands, still seeing upon closed eyelids her figure, the scant frock drawn around it, her cap of dark hair under a hood, her face mov ing from change to change. And whether I sat a year or a minute, clouds had de scended when I looked up, as they often did in that lake gorge. So I waited no longer, but followed her. The fog was brown, and capped the evening like a solid dome, pressing down to the earth and twisting smoke fashion around my feet. It threw slnous arms in front of me as a thing endowed with life and capable of molding itself; and when I reached my boat and pushed off on the water, a vast mass received and enveloped me. More penetrating than its clamminess was the thought that Madame de Fer rier was out in it alone. I tried one of the long calls we some times used in hunting. She might hear and understand that I was near to help her. But it was shouting against many walls. No effort pierced the muffling sub stance which rolled thickly against the lungs. Remembering it was possible to override smaller craft. I pulled with cau tion, and so bumped lightly against the boat that by lucky chance hovered in my track. “Is it you, madame?" I asked. She hesitated. “Ifc ii you, monsieur?” “Yeg.’- "I thin i I am lost. There is no shore. The fog closed around me so soon. I was waiting for it to lift a little.” ‘ “It may not lift until morning, madame. Let me tie your boat to mine.” "Do you know the way?” "There is no way. We shall have to feel for the shore. But Lake George is nar row, and I know it well.” “I want to keep near you.” “Come ihto my boat, and let me tie the other one astern.” She hesitated again, but decided. “That would be best.” I drew the frail shells together—they seemed very frail above such depths—and helped her across the edges. We were probably the only people on Lake George. Tinder lighted in one boat would scarcely have shown us the other, though in the sky an eval moon began to make itself seen amidst rags of fog. The dense eclipse around us and the changing light overhead were very weird. Madame de Ferrier's hands chilled mine and she shook in her thin cape and hood. Our garments were saturated. I felt moisture trickling down my hair and dropping on my shoulders. She was full of vital courage, resisting the deadly chill. This was not a summer fog, lightly to be traversed. It went dank through the bones. When I had helped her to a bench, remembering there was nothing dry to wrap around her, I slip ped off my coat and forcibly added its thickness to her shoulders. “Do you think I will let you do that, monsieur?” My teeth chattered and shocked to gether so it was impossible to keep from laughing, as I told her I always preferred to be coatless when I rowed a boat. Wo could see each other by the high light that sometimes gilded the face, and sometimes was tarnished almost to eclipse. Madame de Ferrier crept forward and before I knew her intention, cast my garment again around me. I helped the boat shift its balance so she would have to grasp at me for support; the chilled round shape of her arm in my hand sent waves of fire through me. With brazen cunning, morever, that surprised myself, instead of pleading, I dictated. “Sit beside me on the rower’s bench, madame, and the coat will stretch around both of us.” Like a child she obeyed. We were in deed reduced to saving the warmth of our bodies. I shipped my oars and took one for a paddle, bidding Madame de Ferrier to hold the covering in place while I felt for the shore. She did so, her arm crossing my breast, her soft body touch ing mine. She was Cold and still as the cloud In which we moved; but I was a god, riding triumphantly high above the world, satisfied to float through celestial icglons forever, bearing in my breast an unquenchable coal of fire. The moon played tricks, for now she was astern, and now straight ahead, in that confusing wilderness of vapor. “Madame,” I said to my companion, “why have you been persuaded to go back to France?" “I have' not been persuaded. I have been forced by circumstances. Paul’s fu ture is everything.” “You said you would rather make him a woodchopper than a suppliant of the Bonapartes.” “I would. But his rights are to be con sidcred first. He has some small chance of regaining his inheritance through the influence of Count de Chaumont now. Hereafter there may be no chance. You knoni the fortunes and lands of all emi gres were forfeited to the state. Ours have finally reached the hands of one of Napcleon’s officers. I do not know lyhat will be done. I only know that Paul must never have cause to reproach me.” I was obliged to do my duty in my place as she was doing her duty in hers; but I wished the boat would sink, and so end ail journeys to France. I touched shore, on the contrary, and I grasped a rock which jutted toward us. It might be the point of an island, it might be the east ern land, as I was inclined to believe, for the moon was over our right shoulders. 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