Motion Picture Story Magazine (Feb-Jul 1911)

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A REPUBLICAN MARRIAGE. 95 son be well fed and warmly clad while so many others went shivering and hungry? The book in his hand was helping him to formulate these thoughts, when he started up suddenly at the sound of the approaching cavalcade. Bernard bowed low, but not without a certain dignity. The Countess scarcely nodded, and it was Jean the equerry who explained their predicament, Bernard turned silently to his bellows, as the company dismounted. The Countess strolled idly to the boulder where Bernard had been sitting, and picked up the book which lay upon its face. Her expression changed as she read the title. What right had this dull peasant to be reading Le Gontrat Social of Jean Jacques Eousseau, the book which was known to be fanning the flame of discontent just as his bellows were making the fire leap up and up to a white and whiter heat? There was but one disposition to be made of it. She tore it across angrily with her slim white hands, and cast it in' blaz ing forge. Perhaps the cords in Bernard's neck stood out a trifle more prominently. It may be that his muscles tightened. What can one tell about these surly peasants? But he made no other sign as he continued silently about his work. "How dare you read that book?" exclaimed the Countess angrily. His lowered eyes were raised to her face. They lit up with a strange, sudden glow like a faint reflection from the fires of his forge, but he answered never a word. Satisfied that his silence was due to fear, and content with the reproof that she had administered, the Countess turned to chat with her escort. Their conversation was punctuated with ringing blows on the anvil. The horse was shod, and Bernard led it over to its mistress. She was seated on the bench beside the door, absently plucking the wild flowers which grew at her feet. She rose gracefully at his approach, tossed him a coin, and placed her slim foot in her BERNARD TURNED SILENTLY TO HIS BELLOWS AS THE COMPANY DISMOUNTED.