FREE BOOKS

Author's List




PREV.   NEXT  
|<   39   40   41   42   43   44   45   46   47   48   49   50   51   52   53   54   55   56   57   58   59   60   61   62   63  
64   65   66   67   68   69   70   71   72   73   74   75   76   77   78   79   80   81   82   83   84   85   86   87   88   >>   >|  
aced. "How do you like my entrance?" said the young man. "But I had to provide my own music!" He laughed, and ran his hands affectionately down the arms of the priest. "I had been playing the same old chansonette--" "With your original variations?" "With my poor variations, just before you came in; and that done--" "Yes, yes, abbe, I know the rest: prayers for the safe return of the sailor, who for four years or nearly has been learning war in King Louis's ships, and forgetting the good old way of fighting by land, at which he once served his prentice time--with your blessing, my old tutor, my good fighting abbe! Do you remember when we stopped those Dutchmen on the Richelieu, and you--" The priest interrupted with a laugh. "But, my dear Iberville--" "It was 'Pierre' a minute gone; 'twill be 'Monsieur Pierre le Moyne of Iberville' next," the other said in mock reproach, as he went to the fire. "No, no; I merely--" "I understand. Pardon the wild youth who plagues his old friend and teacher, as he did long ago--so much has happened since." His face became grave and a look of trouble came. Presently the priest said: "I never had a pupil whose teasing was so pleasant, poor humourist that I am. But now, Pierre, tell me all, while I lay out what the pantry holds." The gay look came back into Iberville's face. "Ahem," he said--which is the way to begin a wonderful story: "Once upon a time a young man, longing to fight for his king by land alone, and with special fighting of his own to do hard by"--(here De Casson looked at him keenly and a singular light came into his eyes)--"was wheedled away upon the king's ships to France, and so 'Left the song of the spinning-wheel, The hawk and the lady fair, And sailed away--'" "But the song is old and so is the story, abbe; so here's the brief note of it. After years of play and work,--play in France and stout work in the Spaniards' country,--he was shipped away to 'Those battle heights, Quebec heights, our own heights, The citadel our golden lily bears, And Frontenac--' "But I babble again. And at Quebec he finds the old song changed. The heights and the lilies are there, but Frontenac, the great, brave Frontenac, is gone: confusion lives where only conquest and honest quarrelling were--" "Frontenac will return--there is no other way!" interposed De Casson. "Perhaps. And the young man looked round a
PREV.   NEXT  
|<   39   40   41   42   43   44   45   46   47   48   49   50   51   52   53   54   55   56   57   58   59   60   61   62   63  
64   65   66   67   68   69   70   71   72   73   74   75   76   77   78   79   80   81   82   83   84   85   86   87   88   >>   >|  



Top keywords:
Frontenac
 

heights

 

priest

 

Iberville

 
fighting
 
Pierre
 

France

 
looked
 

Casson

 

Quebec


return

 

variations

 
wheedled
 

keenly

 
singular
 
laughed
 

spinning

 

pantry

 
affectionately
 

longing


chansonette

 

wonderful

 

playing

 
sailed
 

special

 
confusion
 

changed

 

lilies

 

interposed

 

Perhaps


conquest

 

honest

 
quarrelling
 

Spaniards

 

country

 

shipped

 
provide
 
battle
 

babble

 

golden


entrance

 

citadel

 

interrupted

 

Dutchmen

 
Richelieu
 

Monsieur

 
minute
 

stopped

 
sailor
 

forgetting