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CHAPTER VII
I have given the story here as
though it had been thought out and
written that Sunday afternoon which
brought me good news of Juste Du-
varney, But it was not so. I did not
choose to break the run of the tale
to tell of Other things and of the
passing of time. The snaking took vie
many. many weeks. and In all. that
time I had seen no face but Gabord's,
and heard no voice but his as he
came twice a day to bring me bread
and water. He would answer no
ruestions concerning Juste Duvarney,
r Veber', or Monsieur Doltaire, nor
tell me anything of what was forward
the town.' He had had his orders
precise enough he said. At the end of
all my hints and turnings and ap-
proaches. stretching himself up, and
turning the corn about with bis foot
,but not crushing it, for he saw that
i prized the poor little contradest. he
would ray:
"Snug. snug. quiet and warm! The
. 'siest nest in the world—aho!"
There was ne coaxing hint, anti at.
!at I desisted_ I had no light, With
• resolution I set my mind w see in
spite of the dark. and at the end of a
month I was able to note the out-
lines of my dungeon; nay, mare. I
was able to see my little field of corn;
and at last what joy I had when.
hearing a little rustle near me, I
looked closely and beheld a mouse
_'inning across the door! I straight-
way began to scatter crumbs of
t•reud. that it might, perhaps. cone
ear me --as at last it did,
• have not spoken at alt of my
woutils, though they gave me many
painful hours. and I had no attend-
anee but my own and Gabord's. The
wound iii my side was long healing.
r.:' it Was more easily disturbed as 1
turned in my sleep. while 1 meld
.ase my arm at all times. and it
ante on slowly. My sniferings drew ,
na my flesh, my blood, and my spit-
.: s. and to this was added that dis-
raae inaction. the corrosion of soli.
'Aide. and the fever of suspense and
mcertainty as to Alixe and Juste Du•
Carney. Every hour. every moment
that I had ever passed in AlixFs pre-
sence. with many little incidents and
,renes in which wo shared. passed
t,efm'e me ---vivid and cherished ph. -
tures at the Mind. One of -those in- I
••idents I will set (Iowa here.
A year or so before. soon after
:este Duvarney carte from Montreal,
brought in one day from hunting a
young live hawk, .and put it in a
•: zi:^'e.
V."he-n I Came the next morning,
r.iixe not the. and asked nee to see
what he had brotiglit. There. beside -
'the kitchen door. overhung with
otning-glories and flanked' by holly-
:oeks. was a large green. cage, and in •
:t the gray -brown hawk. -'Poor thing.
-iter prisoned thing!" she said.
:.auk how strange and hunted it
s. t hex hie hers stir! and
•
'i :slit
,:r; your
en , end I. 'V- .,n
:sli\.\'IcalL :11 d,3‘1
'rant 111e ill that t •uiav net :rot -el n•:!
..;rr 1' :n th ;,en v rtii. _Ai' i.'.•
::,rl l >t1u1 1111-. •uiy a t Itn
d ho are ,.t? 'What s
•,rant 'with me? There r a lire within
my .read. it ,at so my eyes.. and I
turf, away, -What ear, yon 'want with
me'?''
She did not speak .these -Words all
at once as 1 ita:e written them here,
but little by little, aS eve stood there
talking beside the ,eaee. Yet, as she
talked ,witch me, her mind .was on- the
bird, her 'fingers running gip and down
-the ,caige chars 'soothingly, her • voice
now and again interjecting soft 're-
,flections and cactantatinn.
'"Shaul 1 ,set 11 freer I asked her.
She turned upon me and replied,
"Ah, monsieur, 'I ,hoped you Would—
,without my asking. You are .a prisoner
too," ,she added; "One captive should
reel for another."
"And the freeman for [bath," d an-
swered ;meaningly, as I ,softly opened
the cage. •
:she did not drop her eyes, but
raised them shining honestly and
frankly to mine, and said, "I wished
yon tie chink chat."
Opening the rage door wide, I Ball-
ed the little captive to freedom. But
while we stood close by it would not
stir, and the look in its eyes became
wilder. 1 moved away. and Alixe fol-
lowed rate. Standing beside arc old well
we waited and watched. Presently the
hawk chopped front the perch, hop-
ped to the floor, then with at wild
spring was gone, ftp, tip, up, and was
away over the maple woods beyond.
lost in the sun and the good air,
1 know not quite why I dwell on
this scene. save that it throws some
little light upon her nature, and shows
how simple and yet deep she was in
soul, and what was the fasltiott of our
friendship. But I can perhaps give a
clearer insight of her character if I
here Set down the substance of it let-
ter written about that time, which
came into my possession long after-
wards. It teas her custom to write her
letters first in a book, and afterwards
to copy then[ for posting. This she
did that they [night be an impulse to
her friendships and a record of her
feelings.
Alixe Duvarney to Lucie Litbiniere.
Quebec C10'. the 1itlt of May, 1766.
My Dear Lucie: I wish I knew how
to tell you all I have been thinking
sancta we parted at the door of the
i.'rsutines a year ago. Then we were
going to meet again in a few weeks.
and now' twelve months have gone!
How have I spent them? Not wicked-
ly, I hope, and yet sometimes I tvnn-
det' if Stere St. George would quite
approve of me: for I iavv wild spirits
now and then. and I shout and sing
in the woods and along the river as
it I were a toad youngster hone from
seined. I1ttt indeed, that is the way
I feel at times, though again I ant so
quiet that I am frightened of myself,
1 ant a hawk to -day and a mouse to-
morrow. and found of pleasure all the
time. Ah, what good day's I have had
with ,lust,: Yon remember hunt be-
fore be went to Mentreal'. He is gay,
fall of fancies, as brave as can be.
and plays and sings swell, but he is
very tutt•heaerlt'd, and likes to play the
tyrant. \\'e have some bad encounters
now and then. But we love each other
better for; Ic respects me, and he
does not become spoiled, as you will
see when you conte to us.
I have had no society yet. Sly
mother thinks seventeen years ton
few to warrant my going into the gay
world. I wander will my wings he
tory stronger. will there be less danger
of scorching then rat tw'euty'•six?
Years do not make us wise; one may
be as wise at twenty at at fifty. And
they rte not save us from the search•
in:r. I knob- more than they guess
how cruel tate world may be 10 the
itomeentas tee -the other. 00e Bala
not live within sight of the intend -
ant's palace- and the Chat.ati St.
Loris wilhnnt learning inertly thing.,;
and, for myselt, ttorgh i Winger for
all the jevs of life, I do net fret be-
cause my motliit' holds the hack from
rh,, gay doings in the town. I have
my long walks, my fishing and row-
ing, and sometimes shooting, With
,J,tsti- and nay sister Georgette, my
thawing, Painting, MUSIC, needlework.
and my housework.
Yet I ant not entirely happy. I do
not know quite why. Do you ever feel
as if there were some sorrow fat'
back itt you, which now and then
rushed in and flooded your spirits,.
and then drew back, and you could
not give it a name? Well, that is the
way with me, Yesterday, as T stood in
the kitchen beside ottr old cook Jovin,
she said a kind word to Inc; and my
eyes filled, and I ran up to my room,
and burst into tears as I lay upon my
bed. I could not help it. I thought
at first it wa.S because of the poo'
hawk that Captain Moray and I set
free yesterday morning; but it could
not have been that, for it was free
when I cried, you see. Top know,
of course, that he saved my father's l
life, some years ago? That is one
reason why he has been used so well
in Quebec, for otherwise no one
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could have lessened the rigours of
his captivity. But there are tales
that he is too curious about uur gov-
ernment and state, and so he may be
Rept Ouse jaitod, though he only
came here as a hostage, 1 -Ie is much
at our home. and sometimes walks
with Juste and Inc and Georgette.
and accunipauie s my mother in the
streets. This is not to the lilting of
the Intendant who loves not my
father because be is such a friend of
our cousin the Governor. If their
lives auti characters be anything to
the paint the Governor must be in
the right.
In truth, things are in a sad way
here, for there is robbery on every
hand, and who can tell what the end
may he? Perhaps that we go to the
Lngtish after all. Monsieur Doltaire---
you do not know him, 1 think—says,
"If the English eat us, as they swear
they will, they'll die of niegt'ims, our
affairs are so indigestible." At an-
other time he said, "Better to be
English than to be damned." And
when some one asked him what he
meant, he said, "Is it not read front
the altar, 'Cursed is he that puttettt
his trust in man'? The English trust
nobody, and we trust the English,"
That. was aimed et Captain Moray,
who was present and I felt it a cruel
thing for hint to say; but Captain Mo-
ray, smiling at the ladies, said, "Bet-
ter to be French anti damned than
uof to he French :at alt,'' And this
pleased Monsieur Doltaire, who does
not love hint. I know not wiry, but.
there are vague whispers that is act-
ing against the Englishman for
causes best known at Versailles,
which have nothing to do with our
affairs here, 1 do believe that Mon-
sieur Doltaire would rather a clever
tiling than get tent thousand francs.
At such times his Price lights up, he
Is at once on his mettle, his eyes
loot[ almost fiendishly beautiful. He
is a handsome mut. but he is wicked,
and I do not think he has one little
sense of morals. I do not suppose he
would stab a man in the hack, or re-
move his neighbour's landmark in
the night, though he'd rob him of it
in open daylight, and call it "enter-
prise" --a usual word with hitn.
He is tt favourite with Madame
Commal. who influeuc•es Bigot most,
and one day we may see the boon
compactions at each other's throats;
and if either fails, I hope it may he
Bigot, for Monsieur Doltaire is, at
least, iso robber. Indeed, he is kind to
the poor in a disdainful sort of way.
He gives to them and scoffs at tltent
the sante moment: a bad nnut, w'itlt
just enough iaturacl kindness to natio:'
}tint dangerous. I have not seen much
of the world, but some things we
know by instinct; we feel them; anti
I often wielder if that is not the way
we know everything In the end.
Sometimes when I take my long
walks, or go and sit beside the Falls
of \lnittntorenci. looking out to the
great pity on the Heights, to dear ISIe
Orleans, where we have our pretty
villa rave are to go there next week
for tlti't'e months ^- floppy summer
mouths,, rap at the blue sky and into
the deep woods, 1 have strange feel-
ittgs. wltit•tl afterwards become
thoughts; and sometimes they Sty
away like butterflies, but oftener they
stay with me, and I give them a
little garden to roans in --you can
guess where. Now and then 1 call
then[ out of the garden and made
them speak, and then I set down
what they say in my journal; but I
think they like their garden hest.
You retttetttbet' the song we used to
sing Ott rchnol1
"•\Vtt,oe do the - stare grow", little
Gamine.?
The orchard of suns, my little
Garaiue.
Will you take us there some Clay '
—If you shut year eyes.' quash little
Gamine,
'I will show you the way to go
'1'o the or( -hard of suns and the garden
rat 11100118
And the 111.111 where 1111. slat's d❑
g ru cw,
-..- id 11, H1118 hays tit,• Children of
Sietei„ guard,
And they have 00 pity at tall—
Yrul longi tint stumble. you must not
speak.
When you cone to the orchard wall
"'Tb,• gato-> live larked,' gtmnth little
titn'ttine.
`But tb,- Way- 1 ant going to tell?
They i<ey of yam' heart will open
them all:
And there's where the darling
dwell 1' "
You may not care to read these
lines again, but it helps to show what
I mean: that everything is in the
heart, and that nothing is at all it we
do not fuel it. Sometimes I have
spoken of these things to my mother,
but she does not see as I do I dare
not tell my father all I think, and
Juste is so much a creature of snoods
that I am never sure *whether Ire will
be sensible and kind or scoff, One
can not bear to be laughed at. And as
for my sister, she never thinks, she
only lives; and she looks - it—looks
1 beautiful, But there, dear Lucie. I
must not tit'e you with my childish
1 philosophy, though I feel no longer a
child. You would not know your
friend. I can not tell what has come
over - me. Voila!
Tomorrow we go to visit General
Montcaim, who has just arrivedin
His 'Majesty, King eiconte \'1,
sh:ottn as die made •itis nte>_nora'hl'e
sitccich in Winnipeg on May 24, .1939.
His historic address 00 Vitt': occasion,
preserved in sound ley the Canadian
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the colony. Bigot and his gay set are
not likely 10 be there. My niothel'in-
sists that I shall never darken the
floors of the Intendant's palace.
Do you still hold to your former
purpose of keeping a daily journal?
If so, I beg you to copy into it this
epistle and your answer; and when 1
go up to you: dear manor house at
Beatrice next summer, we will read
over our letter's and other things set.
down, and gossip of the changes eohtc-'
since we met last. Do sketch the old
place for the (as will 1 aur new v11111
((1 clear Isle Orlean141, and make in-
terest with the good nurtt to bring St
to me with your letter, since there
are no posts, no postmen,' yet be.
tween here and Becuce, 'J'lte cu't'
most kindly hears that to you, and
says he will gladly be our messenger.
Yesterday he said to me, shaking Itis
}read in a whimsical way, "Hut no
treason, mademoiselle, anti no heresy
or schism." I ant not quite sure what
he meant. i dare hardly think he had
Captain Moray in Itis mind, 1 would
not for the world so lessen my good
opinion of him tis to think him sus-
picious of me when no other dare;
and so I put his words down to
chance hitting, to a humorous
Be sure, dear Lucie, 1 shall not love
you less for giving me a prompt
answer. Tell we of what you are
thinking and what doing, If Jute can
Inc spared from the Governor's estab•
lishnteett, may I bring him with Inc
next summer? He, is a diffit•ul1, spark-
ling sort of fellow. but you are set
steady -tempered, so full of tact, get-
ting your own way so quietly and
cleverly, that 1 aunt 811'e 1 should find
picov of strawy for the bricks of my
house of hope, my castle in Spain!
Do not give too notch of my share
of thy heart elscw'here, and continue
to think of rue, my dear Lucie, thy
friend, loyal and loving,
Alixe Duvarney.
1'. S, ---Since the ahnve was written
WO have visited the. General. Both
Monsieur Doltaire and Captain Mntn)'
were present, but neither took notch
note of me....141ouSieur Doltaire not at
all. 'Th nae who either hate each outer
lovingly, or love hatefully, I knew not
whit'ti, they are so biting, yet 80
ft'it•naly to each other's cleverness.
though their style of word -play' iS so
different: Monsieur Doltaire's like a
bodkin -point, Captain Moray's like a
musket -stock a-chtbbtn. Be not, sur-
prised to see the British at our gates
any chty. Though we shall beat them
back 1 shall feel no less easy because
I have a friend in the enemy's cant)!
You may guess who. Da not smile.
He is old enough to be city rather. lie
said so himself six months aunt.
Alixe
('HAPThIR VIII
(labnrd, coating in to me one clay
after I had lain clown to sleep, said,
"See, m'siett' the dormouse, 'tis holi-
day -eve; the King's sport comes to-
morrow."
I sat tip in bed with a start, for I
knew not but that my death had been
decided on without trial; and yet on
eceenrttl thought I was sure this could
not be, for evy rule of military con-
dnct was againt.rst 1t,
"Whosed Holiday?" asked 1 after a
moment; "and what is King's spurt?"
"You're to play bear in the sti -its
to-tllat'row---which is sport Mr the
Jiang,," he retorted; "we lead you by
a rope, and you dance the quickstep
to please our ladies all the way to the
Chateau where they bring bear to
drum head."
"Who sits behind the drum?" I
questioned.
"The Marquis de \'aucircuil," he re-
plied, "the Intendant, Master Devil.
Doltaire, and the little men." By
these hist he meant officers of the
ealotial soldiery,
So, then, at last I was to be tried.
to he dealt with definitely on the
abominable charge. 1 should at least
again see light and breathe fresh air,
and feel about me the stilt of the
world. For a long year I had heard no
voice but my otvn and Gabo>'d's, had
httd no friends hutmy pale blades of
corn and at timid mouse, clay after
day no light at all; and now winter
was at hand again, and without fire
and with poor food my body wits
chilled and starved, I had had no
news of the world, nor of her who was
clear to me, nor of Juste Duvarney,
save that he lived, nor of our cause.
}ant sucecedhig the thrill of delight 1
]tad at thought of seeing the open
world again there curate a reeling of
lassitude of indifference; I shrank
front tate jar of activity. But presently
I got upon my feet, and with a little'
air of drollery straightened out my
clothes and Melted a. handkerchief
across my gaiters. Then I twisted racy
head over my shoulder as if 1 were
noting the shape of my hack and the
.set of my clothes in u mirror,aid
thrust a leg out in the matinee of .11
exquisite. I had need 10 do some
mocking tiring at the moment, or I
s'llc>ill(l have given 1t'ny to h'alt's like a
watilatt, so suddenly weak had I be-
come,
Garrard lfiti'st out laughing.
An idea rune to Inc. "I must be line
to -morrow." said 1 "I must not shone
my jailer'," I rubbed my beard—I had
none when 1 came- into this dungeon
tired. -
"Alto!" said he. his eyes wheeling.
1 knew he understood mc, 1 diel not
speak. Int kept on running my ging',
ors through my beard.
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