The picturesque StLawrence . ccupancy, and in thislonely retreat Monsieur and his wife at firstlived very happily; for they both loved natureand found much to enjoy in their picturesquesurroundings. The years passed on serenelyuntil Madame became aware that her husbandwas often absent from home, and though hemade liberal and plausible excuses she was notsatisfied. It was his habit in these absences togo away across the river in a boat. One daywhen he had gone off thus Madame determinedto follow him. As the sun was sinking behindthe purple mountains on the western horizonshe rowed across to the
The picturesque StLawrence . ccupancy, and in thislonely retreat Monsieur and his wife at firstlived very happily; for they both loved natureand found much to enjoy in their picturesquesurroundings. The years passed on serenelyuntil Madame became aware that her husbandwas often absent from home, and though hemade liberal and plausible excuses she was notsatisfied. It was his habit in these absences togo away across the river in a boat. One daywhen he had gone off thus Madame determinedto follow him. As the sun was sinking behindthe purple mountains on the western horizonshe rowed across to the opposite shore. She hadbeen told that the Indians were having a dancea few miles above, and thought she would findher truant husband among them. Sure enough,she presently came to a village in a forest gladewhere in the firelight the wild pantomimic dancewas in progress, and in the midst of the dancerswas her husband with a dusky Indian belle forhis partner. Madame glided forward andconfronted him. Over her shapely shoulders. ti: Ir^ From Cape Diamond to the Gulf 217 she wore a thick dark cloak, and the Indiansfled at sight of her tall supernatural figure,thinking she was some evil spirit. Monsieuralone remained, and at a motion from his wifehe followed her in crestfallen silence as shestrode away into the darkness toward the returned to their chateau. There she facedhim imperiously and said, When you broughtme here from our old home across the ocean youmade a vow to grant me any demand I mightmake, if you proved recreant to your pledge offidelity. Are you ready to fulfil your promise ? Name it, said he. You are never to leave this island again aslong as you live, she responded. He accepted the verdict with bowed head,and afterward kept to the chateau and its imme-diate neighborhood. But the place had lost itsformer cheerfulness, and instead of gaiety therewas soberness and melancholy. Finally Mon-sieur died and his lady sailed away to France,and left the chateau to
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