Jason: A Romance
À PARIS MÈRE MYSTÉRIEUSE ... SOEUR CONSOLATRICE ENCHANTERESSE AUX YEUX VOILÉS JÉ DÉDIE CE PETIT ROMAN EN RECONNAISSANCE J.M.F.
From Ste. Marie's little flat, which overlooked the gardens, they drove down the quiet rue du Luxembourg, and at the Place St. Sulpice turned to the left. They crossed the Place St. Germain des Prés, where lines of home-bound working-people stood waiting for places in the electric trams, and groups of students from the Beaux Arts or from Julien's sat under the awnings of the Deux Magots, and so, beyond that busy square, they came into the long and peaceful stretch of the Boulevard St. Germain. The warm, sweet dusk gathered round them as they went, and the evening air was fresh and aromatic in their faces. There had been a little gentle shower in the late afternoon, and roadway and pavement were still damp with it. It had wet the new-grown leaves of the chestnuts and acacias that bordered the street. The scent of that living green blended with the scent of laid dust and the fragrance of the last late-clinging chestnut blossoms; it caught up a fuller, richer burden from the overflowing front of a florist's shop; it stole from open windows a savory whiff of cooking, a salt tang of wood smoke; and the soft little breeze--the breeze of coming summer--mixed all together and tossed them and bore them down the long, quiet street; and it was the breath of Paris, and it shall be in your nostrils and mine, a keen agony of sweetness, so long as we may live and so wide as we may wander--because we have known it and loved it--and in the end we shall go back to breathe it when we die.
The strong white horse jogged evenly along over the wooden pavement, its head down, the little bell at its neck jingling pleasantly as it went. The cocher, a torpid, purplish lump of gross flesh, pyramidal, pearlike, sat immobile in his place. The protuberant back gave him an extraordinary effect of being buttoned into his fawn-colored coat wrong side before. At intervals he jerked the reins like a large strange toy, and his strident voice said:
Justus Miles Forman
JASON
A ROMANCE
JUSTUS MILES FORMAN
AUTHOR OF
WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY
W. HATHERELL, R.I.
Copyright, 1908.
CONTENTS
ILLUSTRATIONS
STE. MARIE HEARS OF A MYSTERY AND MEETS A DARK LADY
THE LADDER TO THE STARS
STE. MARIE MAKES A VOW, BUT A PAIR OF EYES HAUNT HIM
OLD DAVID STEWART
JASON SETS FORTH UPON THE GREAT ADVENTURE
A BRAVE GENTLEMAN RECEIVES A HURT, BUT VOLUNTEERS IN A GOOD CAUSE
CAPTAIN STEWART MAKES A KINDLY OFFER
JASON MEETS WITH A MISADVENTURE AND DREAMS A DREAM
JASON GOES UPON A JOURNEY, AND RICHARD HARTLEY PLEADS FOR HIM
CAPTAIN STEWART ENTERTAINS
A GOLDEN LADY ENTERS--THE EYES AGAIN
THE NAME OF THE LADY WITH THE EYES--EVIDENCE HEAPS UP SWIFTLY
THE VOYAGE TO COLCHIS
THE WALLS OF AEA
A CONVERSATION AT LA LIERRE
THE BLACK CAT
THOSE WHO WERE LEFT BEHIND
A CONVERSATION OVERHEARD
THE INVALID TAKES THE AIR
THE STONE BENCH AT THE ROND POINT
A MIST DIMS THE SHINING STAR
A SETTLEMENT REFUSED
THE LAST ARROW
THE JOINT IN THE ARMOR
MEDEA GOES OVER TO THE ENEMY
BUT THE FLEECE ELECTS TO REMAIN
THE NIGHT'S WORK
MEDEA'S LITTLE HOUR
THE SCALES OF INJUSTICE
JASON SAILS BACK TO COLCHIS.--JOURNEY'S END