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"But she who is she?" "Charette's last mistress," replied the marquis. "She wields great influence over all these people." "Is she faithful to his memory?" For all answer the marquis gave a dubious smile. "Do you think well of her?" "You are very inquisitive." "She is my enemy because she can no longer be my rival," said Mademoiselle de Verneuil, laughing.
"Luke, both of us have seen a great many men lose their dignity fighting hornets. But I've come to myself, and I've stopped running and swatting. Well, Briggs, what is it?" The man who had brought the alarm to Aunt Charette's was crowding close, plainly with something to say. "I only wanted to tell you, Squire, that Sheriff Niles brought in word to the boys that high-uppers was back of him."
"I reckon you think you've solved the liquor question in this prohibition State at that hotel bar of yours, Luke. I've solved it in my own way up here. Aunt Charette's is an institution that I've founded. Come and look at it." He led the way off the main street. There was a cottage at the end of a lane, tree-embowered, neat with fresh white paint and blinds of vivid green.
"It won't keep me long now, Henri," said he; "I shall be at Chatillon in a week's time, unless you and d'Elbee have moved to Parthenay before that. Cathelineau will by that time be master of Nantes, that is, if he is ever to be master of it." "Don't doubt it, Charles. I do not the least: think of all Charette's army.
Hofer's Tyrolese, Charette's Vendeans, or Bruce's Scotchmen never fought a finer fight than these children of the veld, but in each case they combated a real and not an imaginary tyrant.
Many years later yet, in 1871, those who saw Charette's Zouaves fighting with the army of the Loire noticed in their ranks a tall old white-bearded man, a simple Zouave indeed, but an exemplar of courage and devotion. That was the Marquis de Coislin. Sad it is that it is through our revolutions and divisions the services of such men should be lost to France.
The positions of the Vendeans could never be understood, or their projects foreseen, in a country where the frequent undulations of land, hedges, trees, and bushes, obstructing the surface, would not admit of seeing fifty paces round; and one of the republican generals, writing to the Convention, thus speaks of Charette's movements.
They sprang out, with a shout of joy at finding themselves again in their own country. Most of the fugitives also gained the opposite bank; but some boats, in which there were but few capable of handling the oars, drifted down the river, and lost most of their number from the fire of the troops on the bank, before they could land among the men of Charette's army.
"I never supposed," said the baron in a low voice to the count, "that Montauran would have the folly to marry her. The natural daughter of a duke! horrid!" "If it were of the king, well and good," replied the Comte de Bauvan, smiling. "However, it is not for me to blame him; I like Charette's mistress full as well; and I shall transfer the war to her though she's not one to bill and coo."
She was a picture of peaceful prosperity in black silk gown and gold-bowed spectacles. "And here's the nature of Aunt Charette's institution." He pointed to an open cupboard in which there were many bottles. "Oh! your local liquor agency," hazarded the chairman. "No, sir! Aunt Charette's own dispensary for the ills of the mind and fatigues of the body, and run according to my own notions.
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