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of all kinds and conditions of Parisians. Here's M. Jaurès, “the decayed turnip." There's M. Clemenceau, “the loathsome leper." Over there, M. Briand, "the moulting vulture.” And their heads are uncovered; there's not the faintest resentment in their minds; as the remains of lurid yet kindly old Rochefort are borne away round the corner under a magnificent purple pall.
The Contemporary Review.
Round the corner; and up the steep hill to the vast, rambling Montmartre Cemetery. Tombs, shadows, silence, mystery within the cemetery walls; but beyond them, the hectic arms of the Moulin Rouge, and the lurid lights of night restaurants. In this mixed atmosphere contradictory, lies Henri Rochefort: an appropriate restingplace.
John F. Macdonald.
"He will have his bread-and-milk "Grandpapa," said Anne-Hilarion, down here, Baptiste. I will ring for "please to tell me what is 'ven-al-ity?"" you, Elspeth, a little later."
Mr Elphinstone looked up. “Eh, The housekeeper retired, with a tightwhat, child ?"
ening of her tight lips, and Baptiste, “I read in this great book," pro- advancing victoriously, placed the ceeded Anne-Hilarion, in his clear, pre- steaming bowl on the table, beside the cise, and oddly stressed English, “This volume of Orme's "British India" ven-al-ity co-in-cid-ing with the spirit which had been engaging the child's of in-de-pend-ence and en-cro-ach-ment attention. Anne-Hilarion, who had com-mon to all the Pol-y-gars pro-cur- screwed himself round in his chair, ed them"
turned his dangling legs once more "God bless my soul, what book have table-wards. you got hold of?" demanded the old For a few minutes nothing was man, but before he could finish pulling heard in the large book-lined room himself out of his arm-chair by the but the noise of a spoon stirring the fire there was a knock at the library contents of a bowl, while the old gendoor, which, opening, revealed tleman by the fire resumed his reading. elderly woman in a cap.
But presently the spoon grew slower "Master Anne's bedtime," said she, in in its rounds, and Mr. Elphinstone,
Scotch accent and severely, and looking up, beheld a large silent tear stood waiting. Almost at the same on its way to join the bread-and-milk. moment there appeared by her side an “My child, what is the matter?” he old man of obviously Continental na. exclaimed in dismay. “Is it too hot?" tionality. In his hands was a salver; on M. le Comte produced a handkerthe salver, a china bowl. “M. le Comte chief. “I think,” he said falteringly, mangera-t-il ici avant de monter, ou "that I want my papa." dans sa chambre?” he inquired.
"My poor lamb," murmured the old The little Franco-Scottish boy who
“I wish to God I could give him was both “Master Anne" and "M. le to you! See now, my bairn, if you Comte" looked from his retainers to were to bring your bowl here, and sit his grandfather. What he desired was on grandpapa's knee?" He held out so clearly visible in his expression that his arms, and the small boy slipped Mr. Elphinstone, whipping off his from his chair, went to him, and, spectacles, said,
climbing to his lap, wept a little,
silently, while his bread-and-milk papa took me there in the spring, for steamed neglected on the table. Mr. he was lieutenant de marine. I wish Elphinstone's faded apple cheek was that M. de Soucy would come here pressed tightly on the top of the again, and I would ask him. If he brown, silky head, and the deep frilled were not so poor he would consent to muslin collar round Anne Hilarion's dine with us more often, grandpapa throat
crumpled, unregarded, says." against his breast.
The Comte de Flavigny had a fairly It was a 'July evening of 1795 that extensive acquaintance among the colfilled the big London house with dying ony of French émigrés in London, Mr. radiance; but though it was high sum- Elphinstone keeping open house for any mer there was a fire in the library, of his son-in-law's friends. Among because Mr. Elphinstone was an old these more or less destitute gentlemen man and a sedentary, and still felt Anne-Hilarion especially favored England cold after long years in India, former companion-in-arms of his fathand because M. le Comte de Flavignyer's, a certain Chevalier de Soucy, had had whooping-cough in the spring. older than the Marquis, but almost By that fire there sat now with Mr. fantastically devoted to him, yet preElpbinstone two shadows. One was vented, by a wound recently received a real shade, Janet Elphinstone, Mar- in one of the many small gun-running quise de Flavigny, whom her son could expeditions on the Breton coast, from scarcely remember, though to her enlisting with his friend in the émigré father it seemed only yesterday that regiments destined for Quiberon. So she, a child, had slept thus on his knee, he was still in his lodgings in Golden all rosy and tumbled. The other, God Square, eking out a living by teaching help him, might be a shade too by this his native tongue. time—her husband, the French émigré, And Anne Hilarion, sitting this René-Constant, Marquis de Flavigny, morning on his window-seat, thought gone with hundreds of other Royalist a good deal about M. de Soucy. He exiles on that ill-fated expedition to had no chimerical visions of setting Quiberon concerning which sinister out for France by himself, for his was a rumors
even now afloat. And singularly sane mind. But it did apthat was why, however much Anne- pear to him that, with a little encourHilarion desired it, he could not have agement, M. le Chevalier, who had his father back this evening.
seemed so disappointed at having to
remain behind, might be induced to go, II.
privately as it were, and to take him "I wonder how far it really is to with him-not, of course, to fight, but France,” speculated M. le Comte next just to find papa. The difficulty was day, sitting at the window of his that the Chevalier, ruined by the pursery and looking down into the Revolution, was very poor. Grandpapa square. “It does not help that Elspeth said so, and indeed M. de Soucy himshould say “a great way' and that self, always with a laugh. But if he, Baptiste should tell me how very ill Anne-Hilarion, proposed such an he was when he came over with M. le pedition, it was surely his duty to deMarquis years ago. I know that one fray its cost. Could he do this? He goes there in a boat; I wish I had a had, in his money-box, a crown-piece boat. I might have asked the gentle- which would not go through the hole man who told me stories about the sea in the lid, and which grandpapa had that day at Richmond, when grand- therefore introduced by means less
legitimate, means which had revealed communication on the library mantelthe presence of many other coins in piece; then, clutching his money-box, the receptacle. There might be as he struggled successfully to the front much as a guinea there by this time. door, and set out towards the hackney Anne Hilarion could not get at this coaches standing for hire on the other wealth, but if he went to interview side of the square. M. le Soucy he could take the box with him, and perhaps M. le Chevalier
III. would open it.
Apne-Hilarion met no dragons on The preliminary step would certainly his adventurous way. The hackneybe to consult M. de Soucy. But how to coachman was most agreeable, and do that alone? How to get to Golden willingly agreed to wait, on arrival Square without the escort of Elspeth at Golden Square, in case he might be or of Baptiste? Elspeth in particular wanted again. The only obstacle to had a wary eye and a watchful disposi- progress the purely physical tion. There seemed no way to evade barrier of stout and slatternly her but to call in miraculous interven. woman who, at that unusual hour, was tion, and this Anne-Hilarion resolved washing down the dingy staircase, and to do.
whom he was obliged to ask to let him Little, however, did Elspeth Saun- pass. ders, that staunch Calvinist, imagine, “Bless my soul!" ejaculated the as she impatiently surveyed the bairn woman, turing in clumsy surprise. at his “Popish exercises” that evening, “And what are you doing here by yourwhat it was that caused their undue self, my little gentleman?" prolongation, nor what forces were be- "I have come to see M. le Chevalier ing invoked against her. Little did de Soucy," answered Anne-Hilarion. she realize to what heavenly interposi. "He is above, is he not?” tion was due, at least in Anne-Hila- “The French gentleman? Yes, he is. rion's mind, the fact that the next I'll go first, dearie; mind the pail. To afternoon, at balf past one precisely, come alone--I never did! And who she slipped on the stairs and twisted shall I say?" her ankle rather badly, so that she “The Comte de Flavigny," responded bad to be conveyed to her room, and the little boy with due gravity. Baptiste went to fetch the doctor. M. Strange to say, M. de Soucy, in his le Comte had not in his orisons speci- attic room, did not hear the announce tied the hour of the miracle (nor, of ment, nor even the shutting of the course, its form), but he was on the door. He was sitting at a table, with alert. Mr. Elphinstone was nowhere his back to the visitor, his head about, so he slipped into the library propped between his hands, a letter and penned, not without labor, the fol. open before him. There was that in lowing note:
his attitude which gave Anne-Hilarion Dear Grandpapa,-I think to go to pause; but he finally advanced, and France with M. le Cher de Soussy, if said in his little clear voice, God permits and there is mony suffi
"M. le Chevalier.” sant in it, to find my papa. It must
The émigré started, removed his have been my ange gardien that
hands, and turned round—“Grand pushed Elspeth; she must not mind;
Dieu! toi, Anne!" perhaps even it was St. Michel Juimême. I will not be gone for long,
His thin, haggard face looked, dear Grandpapa. I love you always. thought Anne Hilarion, as if he had
He stood upon a chair and put this been crying—if grown-up people ever
did cry, about which he sometimes "First we must see whether there speculated. But he was too well-bred is enough in it, must we not? It costs to remark on this, and he merely said, a great deal of money to go to France, in his native tongue, “I have come to and, as you know, I am poor." ask you, M. le Chevalier, to take me “I think there is a great deal, but a to France, to find my papa."
great deal,” said Anne-Hilarion reasM. de Soucy, putting his hand to his suringly, shaking his bank, “Will throat, stared at him a moment. Then you not open it and see, M. le Chevahe seemed to swallow something, and
lier?" said, “I am afraid I cannot do that, "Yes, I will open it," answered M. de my child.”
Soucy. "And ... if there is enough, Anne-Hilarion knew that grown-up we will go to France. But if there is not people do not always fall in at once enough, Anne-and I fear there may with your ideas, and he was prepared not be we cannot go. Will you abide for a little opposition. “Your health is by my decision ?” perhaps not re-established ?” he sug- “Foi de Flavigny,” said the child gested politely (for he was master of gravely, giving him his hand. longer words in French than in Eng. How wonderful are grown-up people! lish). But M. de Soucy made a gesture M. le Chevalier had the strong box signifying that his health was of no open in no time. Together they counted account, so Anne-Hilarion proceeded. its contents.
"I have brought my money-box," "Seventeen shillings and four pence he said with a very ingratiating smile, -no, five pence,” announced M. de and, giving his treasury a shake, he Soucy. “I am afraid, Anne ..." laid it on the table at the Chevalier's M. le Comte drew a long breath. elbow. "I do not know how much is The muscles pulled at the corners of in it. Will you open it for me?"
his mouth. M. de Soucy snatched up the letter, “It is not enough?” he asked rather jumped from his chair, and went to quaveringly. the window. He stood as if looking “Not nearly. Anne, you out on the leads and the chimney-pots, soldier's son, and you must learn to but as he had put his hand over his bear disappointment-worse things pereyes, he could not, thought Anne Hila- haps. We cannot help your father in rion, have seen very much. And gradu- that way.”
Again M. de Soucy ally it began to dawn upon the little struggled with something in his speech. boy that the Chevalier must be of- "I do not know, Anne, how we can help fended. He remembered having heard him." grandpapa say how impossible it was Fortunately it was not given to the to assist him with money, and he felt Comte de Flavigny to read his friend's very hot all over. Had he done some- mind, but he perceived sufficiently thing dreadful?
from his manner that something was But M. le Chevalier suddenly swung not right. He reflected a moment, and round from the window. His face was then, remembering the celestial interas white as paper.
vention of the afternoon, said, “Anne," he said in a queer voice, "Perhaps I had better ask la Tres“money won't find your father for us. Sainte Vierge to take care of him. I He ... my God, I can't tell him ... do ask her every day, but I mean Come here, child. Bring your money. especially.” box.”
"You could ask her," answered de M. le Comte obeyed.
Soucy, bitter pain in his eyes.
"You have no picture of Our Lady, it on the mantelpiece, behind the little no statue?"
heathen god I did not run away, foi "Not one."
de gentilhomme.!" “It does not matter," said the little “Send him out of the room,” sig. boy. “Elspeth has taken away my nalled the émigré. But Anne-Hilarion, picture of her. They do not know her having perceived Mr. Elphinstone's over here, but that,” he added with occupation, was now in great spirits. his courteous desire to excuse, “is of "Let me look at the livre des Indes, course because she is French. grandpapa! I so much love the picM. le Chevalier, I think after all I had tures. Faites-moi voir les éléphants !" better ask St. Michel, because he is And he jumped up and down, holding a soldier. It would be more appro- on to the arm of his grandfather's priate for him, do you not think? I chair. will pray St. Michel to take great care But the old man had followed M. de of my papa, and then I shall not mind
Soucy to the window. about the money not being enough." "What is it, monsieur?” he asked in
So, standing where he was, his eyes a whisper. “Bad news from France?" tight shut, he besought the leader of "Read this," said the Chevalier, the heavenly cohorts to that end, con- thrusting the letter into bis hands. “It cluding politely, if mysteriously, “Per- could hardly be worse. D'Hervilly haps I ought to thank you about Els- attacked the Republican position at peth."
Ste. Barbe five days ago, and was “I had better go back to grandpapa beaten off with frightful loss. God now?" he then suggested.
knows what has happened by nowM. de Soucy nodded. "I will come what has happened to René-the worst, with you," he said.
I have small doubt,"
Mr. Elphinstone unfolded the letter IV.
with shaking hands, but ere he had Anne-Hilarion had not been missed, got to the bottom of the first page for the domestics were still occupied Anne-Hilarion's voice, oddly changed, about Elspeth's accident, and Mr. El- broke in upon them. phinstone, though he had returned to “I can see my papa! I can see my the library, had not found his farewell papa! He is lying on a great white letter. The only surprise which the old beach by the sea. There are many gentlernan showed was that his grand people-many ships, soldiers. Papa is son should be accompanied by M. de illor asleep; he has a cloak over Soucy. He got up from a drawing of bim" one of the gates of Delhi that he was Both men turned hastily to see the making for insertion in the great MS. child kneeling on his grandfather's volumes of his memoirs, at which he chair, his elbows on the table, staring had now been working for some years, down intently at something directly and welcomed the intruders.
under his eyes. It was the saucer of "Anne has been paying me a visit,” Indian ink with which Mr. Elphinsaid the Frenchman. “He wanted to stone had been drawing. The old man go to France, but I have persuaded caught the younger by the arm, for he him to put it off for a little.-Can I at least, after years in the Orient, have a word alone with you, Sir ?" knew what was happening. M. de
“Did you not get my letter, grand- Soucy, making a long disused gesture, papa?" broke in Anne Hilarion, cling- crossed himself ing to Mr. Elphinstone's hand. "I left "Now he's waking up. He has a