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"We met in the Shadengo Valley; the company was in sore straits, and and to make a long story short! he joined our band and traversed the continent with us. And so he was the marquis' ward! It seems almost incredible!" "Yes," affirmed Culver; "when General Saint-Prosper, his father, died, Ernest Saint-Prosper, who was then but a boy, became the marquis' ward and a member of his household."
Impulsively he approached a young woman whose complexion was as light as his own and asked her to dance. The next moment they were gliding to the dreamy rhythm around the room. By a fatal trick of imagination, his thoughts wandered to the dark-haired girl he had met in the Shadengo Valley. If this now were she, the partner he had so unceremoniously summoned to his side.
Barnes wiped the perspiration from his brow, as he answered: "Well, a temperance and anti-theatrical agitation has preceded us in the Shadengo Valley, a movement originated in Baltimore by seven men who had been drunkards and are now lecturing throughout the country. This is known as the 'Washington' movement, and among the most formidable leaders of the crusade is an old actor, John B. Gough.
Have I been wise in asking him to join the chariot? I sometimes half regret we are beholden to him " From the Shadengo Valley Barnes' company proceeded by easy stages to Ohio, where the roads were more difficult than any the chariot had yet encountered.
Saint-Prosper's presence in New Orleans could be accounted for; he had followed her from the Shadengo Valley across the continent; the drive begun at the country inn he looking down from the dormer window to witness the start had been a long one; very different from his own brief flight, with its wretched end.
"It was you, then," she said, slowly, studying him with steady, penetrating glance. "You!" she repeated, with such contempt that he was momentarily disconcerted. "The man in the carriage he was hired by you. The driver his face is familiar. I remember now where I saw him in the Shadengo Valley. He is your coachman. Your rescue was planned to deceive me. It deceived even your man.
This sudden glow brought into relief his ragged, unkempt condition, the sallowness of his face, and his wasted form, and Saint-Prosper could not but contrast pityingly this cheerless object, in the garb of a ranchero, with the prepossessing, sportive heir who had driven through the Shadengo Valley.
It was a drizzly day in the Shadengo Valley. A mist had settled down upon the old inn; lost to view was the landscape with its varied foliage.
But if his body was now inert, his mind was active. His thoughts dwelt upon the soldier's reticence, his disinclination to make acquaintances, and the coldness with which he had received his, Mauville's, advances in the Shadengo Valley. Why, asked Mauville, lying there and putting the pieces of the tale together, did not Saint-Prosper remain with his new-found friends, the enemies of his country?
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