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American Characters in German Novels, Lida von Jerome, St. See Ascetic Ideal, The.
340 Lady of Fort St. John, The, Mary Hartwell Cath-
1, 145, 389, 492, 577
Lupus, Servatus. See Torch Bearer, A.
Chaperon, The, Henry James
Neutrality of Switzerland, The, W. D. Mc Crackan 87
College Examinations, Nathaniel Southgate Shaler 95
Olipbant, Laurence. See Modern Mystic, A.
Oppression of Notes, The, Agnes Repplier
Dante Literature, Recent
838 Paul, St. See Disputed Correspondence, A.
- Disputed Correspondence, A, Harriet Waters Pres- Poetry, Recent.
Disturber of Traffic, The, Rudyard Kipling
289 Province of the Gods, The Chief City of the,
Dyer's Hollow, Bradford Torrey
313 Queen's Closet Opened, The, Alice Morse Earle 215
Europe and Cathay, John Fiske .
369 Reform of the Senate, The, Wendell P. Garrison . 227
France, The Modern Art of Painting in, Charles Senate, The Reform of the, Wendell P. Garrison
805 Seneca. See Disputed Correspondence, A.
695 Severn, Joseph, and his Correspondents, William
824 Shakespeare's Richard III., James Russell Lowell 816
Six Centuries of Self-Government, W. D. Mc-
566 Story of a Long Inheritance, The, William M.
347 Swift, Doctor, In London with, Henry F. Randolph 486
Japan. See At the Market of the Dead; Chief Thomas, General George H., Henry Stone
Aurevilly, J. Barbey d': Littérature Étrangère
sions et Souvenirs
Howelle, W. D.: Criticism and Fiction
Norton, Charles Eliot (translator): The Divine
Comedy of Dante Alighieri. I. Hell
rence Oliphant and of Alice Oliphant, his Wife
Smiles, Samuel: A Publisher and his friends.
Memoir and Correspondence of the Late John
of Dante's Eleven Letters
Smith, Goldwin: Canada and the Canadian Ques-
Wilkinson, William Cleaver : The Epic of Saul
Comment on New Books
139, 279, 426, 570, 706, 848
A Magazine of Literature, Science, Art, and Politics.
Vol. LXVIII. — JULY, 1891. — No. CCCCV.
THE LADY OF FORT ST. JOHN.
HEAD OF THE BAY
PRELUDE: AT THE
The woman closed the door, and the face of the one who had hearkened to
her turned again to the fireplace. It THE Atlantic rushed across a mile or was a room repeating the men's barrack two of misty beach, boring into all its in hewn floor, loophole windows, and channels in the neck of Acadia. Twi- rough joists. light and fog blurred the landscape, but This frontier outpost on the ridge the eye could trace a long swell of earth since called Beausejour was merely a rising gradually from the bay, through convenient halting-place for one of the marshes, to a summit with a small lords of Acadia. It stood on a detached stockade on its southern slope. Senti- spot of his large seigniory, which he had nels pacing within the stockade felt the received with other portions of western weird influence of that bald land. The Acadia in exchange for his grant of guarded spot seemed an island in a sea Cape Sable. of vapor, and the spring night was bring-, Though in his early thirties, Charles ing darkness upon it.
de la Tour had seen long service in the The stockade inclosed a single build- New World. Seldom has a man from ing of rough logs clumsily put together, central France met the northern cold and chinked with the hard red soil. An and sea air with so white a favor. His unhewn wall divided the house into two clean - shaven skin and the sunny, unrooms, and in one room were gathered decided color of his hair were like a less than a dozen men-at-arms. Their child's. Part of his armor had been unofficer lay in one of the cupboard-like buckled, and lay on the floor near him. bunks, with his hands clasped under his He sat in a chair of twisted boughs, head.
Some of the men were already made of refuse from trees his men had asleep; others sat by the hearth, rubbing dragged out of the neighboring forest their weapons or spreading some gar- for the building of the outpost. His ment to dry. A door in the partition wife sat on a pile of furs beside his knee. opened, and the wife of one of the men Her Huguenot cap was on the shelf came from the inner room.
above the fire. She wore a black
gown, “Good-night, madame," she said. slashed in the sleeves with white, and a
“Good - night, Zélie,” answered kerchief of lace pushed from her throat. voice within.
Her black hair, which Zélie had braided, “If you have further need of me, you hung down in two ropes to the floor. will call me, madame ?"
How soon, monsieur,” she asked, “ Assuredly. Get to your rest. To you return to Fort St. John?” morrow we may have stormy weather “With all speed possible, Marie. for our voyage home.”
Soon, if we can work the miracle of