The Lady of Fort St. John

to look at it, she took a pensive pleasure in the relic, bred of usage to its company. She came out of her chamber erect and calm. Marie was at the stairs speaking to the

priest, Father Jogues, and

alted, an

all I do

t hither

fuses to have

me La Tour smiling, "tell him it is the custom of the house t

, ma

k gowns, and after some parleying at the door of Father Jogue

sock? I am an enemy to papists, especially D'Aulnay de Charnisay; but who can harden her heart against a saint because he patte

d the cassock between them. It had been neatly beaten and picked clear of burrs, but the rents in it were astonishing. Even within sumptuous fireshine the black cloth taxed sight; and Marie paused sometimes to curtain

nts a patch,"

Marie. "Daughter of presumption! would

ng a fresh thread, "he would be none the wor

like to set in a little heresy cut from one of

e, but the whiter Hollandaise warmed only through the lips. This hall's glow made more endurable the im

again fell over Antonia

ad been one

ot grimly lop

ath to my husband. He was the most learned cunning man in medicine that ever came to

is?" pressed Marie, feeling less interest in the Dutch embalmer's met

, ma

lady of St. John, challenging Jonas Bronck'

bliged to do it b

and would keep off int

it once a month as long as I live, and carry it with me everywhere. If it should be lost

ond marriage. What lover could she ask to share her monthly gaze upon it, and thus half realize the continued fleshly existence of Jonas Bronck? The rite was in its nature a secret one. Shame, gratitude, the former usages of her life, and a

in his knowledge of Antonia. But he hath made up this fist a

lips were drawn in grieved lines. Marie glanced

ent in heaven. Look at the Sieur Claude de la Tour, a noble of France who could stoop to b

frowned and flic

Antonia. "Lady Dorinda says he was th

he had only to demand from his son, if he would turn it over to England and declare himself an English subject I can yet see his ships as they rounded Cape Sable; and the face of my lord when he read his father's summons to sur

e off anot

o not disgrace me by refusal;' and 'My father, I love you, but here I represent the rights of France.' 'The king of France is no friend of ours,' says Sieur Claude. 'Whether he rewards or punishes me,' say

old mynhe

im a house outside our fort, yet neither could he endure Acadia. He died in England. You know I brought his widow th

ck and rose from the mending. Antonia picked up the

any one ought, after tossing two nights on Fundy Bay and se

h first I crave one more look at the dead baby Zélie hath in charge. There