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TAVERNAY A Tale of the Red Terror BY BURTON E. STEVENSON. Author of “Tho Marathon Mystery,” “The Holladay Case,” “A Soldier of Virginia," etc. Copyrighted, 1909. by Burton E. Stevenson. CHAPTER IV. , A Scent of Danger. I bore the blow with such stoicism as I possessed, and even made some show of listening and laughing at M. le Comte’s account of our meeting and subsequent reconciliation. Both women were unaffectedly delighted with the story, which, Indeed, was told with a wit and spirit quite beyond my reproduction. As I write these lines, I tm again Impressed with the wide dif ference between the awkward country 'Joy who sat scowling in that pleasant toinpany and the accomplished and finished gentleman who did so much to entertain it For I know that my as- ; gumption of ease and Interest could have deceived no one. All of us. I think, looking back over the mistakes i and gaucherles of our youth, must feel j our cheeks crimson more than once; ! certainly mine grow red when I think j upon the sorry figure I made that eve ning. But when I started to set this history upon paper, I determined not t to spare myself, nor will I. ’’But who could have sent the mes- | sage?" asked madame, when M. le j Comte had finished the story. "I cannot even guess,” he an swered. "How was It delivered to you? How came you to believe It?" "I believed it,” he explained, "because It was brought to me by one of our old , servants—Laroche, whom I left In charge of the stables.” "Ah, true,” murmured madame. “La- ! roc he disappeared nearly a week ago. I fancied he had run away to Join the : revolutionists." "Perhaps he did," said her husband, | auletlv. Madame looked at him with a start of alarm. “The revolutionists?” she repeated. “If was they who sent the message? But why? What was their object? Ah, I know,” she added, with sudden con viction. “It was to deprive the Ven deans of your sword, In order that they might be defeated." M. le Comte smiled as he looked down Into her fond, admiring eyes. "Ah, my dear,” he said, "my sword Is not so powerful as that The Vendeans will win their battles Just the same without me. I think the message was merely the bait for a trap-” “From which you have escaped 1” she Dried triumphantly, and clapped her bands. “Yes,” he agreed, but there was still In his face a certain anxiety which she perceived. “What Is It, Henri T” she demanded. "You are not now In danger?” He threw oft his preoccupation with a laugh of genuine amusement. "In danger?” he repeated. “No—or, at least, the only danger to which I am exposed at this moment, madams. Is that of falling In love with you more Violently than evert” "For shame, sir!” she cried, blushing Uke a girl. ‘‘You forget that we are aot alone.” "On the contrary,” he answered, “I think our example a most excellent *ne for our young friends yonder,” and he looked across at us with beaming face, and with a meaning In his eyes which I tried In vain to fathom. "I hope they will profit by It.” "Monsieur! Monsieur!” protested Madame, restraining him, yet unable to preserve a stern countenance. “Besides," he added, laughing more and more, "It delights me to confuse that pert young lady sitting opposite us yonder, to make her blush as she Is doing at this moment—and, I swear, eo Is Tavernay! What a pair of chil dren! If their parents had only the good Judgment to betroth them—” "Monsieur!" Interrupted Madame, more sharply. "You will not break your promise! There was to be no word—” “And I will say none; pardon me," broke In M. le Comte. “The tempta tion was very great," and he looked at us, laughing. But I bent above my plate, all pleas ure In the meal struck from me. for suddenly I found myself groaning be neath my burden. Ah, yes—if our parents— w I id, i is u, muuuiouri ubkuu a iuw voice at my side, and I raised my eyes to find myself gazing Into the brown depths of those X loved. "You sighed,” she added, seeing that I did not under stand. “Did I?” I said, wondering somewhat that she remained so unruffled by the fire of raillery which had been turned upon her. “One Is apt to sigh when there Is something one desires very much ar.d yet may not possess.’ ■'Perhaps I can help you,” she sug posted, and I Baw again In her eyes that light which should have set me in my guard. “If It Is my smelling bottle —" “No. thank you,” I answered, with dignity. "I do not need It.” "So you refuse to confide In me. even when I offer you my aid?” “I fear that even you cannot aid me, madamolselle; and If anyone In the world could, It would be you.” “I am not fond of riddles, M. de Tavernay; and It seems to me that you have Just propounded one.” “I spoke very seriously,” I asked, “and as plainly as X could.” ‘ Oh, you mean It Is my wits which are deficient! I must say, monsieur ‘ I meant nothing of the sort," I pro tested. ”1 meant-’’ ’ No matter,” she broke In. "Noth ing Is so wearisome as to have to explain one’s meaning—unless It be to listen to the explanation. I am sure It argues dullness somewhere." "I am sorry that I bore you,” I re torted. stung to a sort of desperation. “I had hoped that I might, at least, continue to furnish you amusement,” "Really," she cried, casting me a brilliant glance, “not a bad rlpostel Come, we are quits, then!” “With all my heart,” I agreed; ”ea pecially since you have removed your button.’’ “Well, finish It!" she cried, her eyes dancing. “Finish It!" “While I am too gallant to follow your example," I added, relentlessly. "Good!" she applauded. ’’Touche! I assure you, monsieur, you are not bor ing mo in the least. AX1 you need Is a little practice—you hesitate, as all beginners do. to drive the point home “I am not bloodthirsty," I Interrupted. “On the contrary, I am of a disposition the most amiable.” “And there Is still about you a slight clumsiness," she went on, not heeding me. "Remember, I have never been to Paris." I reminded her, “nor even to Orleans." “I shall not remember It long.” she responded, "for there will soon be noth ing about you to suggest it.” I b<«”e<l my thanks. “Especially If 1 may remain near you,” 1 said. "Ob, that, of course 1” she agred. "Well, you have tny permission, and j you will find M. le Comte most hos pitable. Ho remain, unless this mys terious business of yours 13 Impera tive." "It Ih.” I said, my face clouding again. “I must set out at daybreak." "Ungallant man!” she retorted, look ing at me with sparkling eyes. “Do you ask a favor only to refuse It. Do you understand what you are saying?" "Only too well, mademoiselle,” I mur mured, disconsolately, "and I would have rather cut off my right hand than Utter those words." "Still the riddle,” she cried, with a gesture of despair, "Really, monsieur, you weary me. Whatever It is you desire, I advise you to ask for It. One ?ets nothing In this world without ask ing—and when It Is refused, taking It lust the same." "But when one may neither ask nor take, mademoiselle?” "Oh, then,” she retorted with a shrug of the shoulders, “one Is certain ly In a bad way. One would better stop desiring," and she turned her shoulder to me In the most impudent manner possible, and gave her atten tion to M. le Comte. "It Is La Vendee which will re establish monarchy In France,” he tvas saying, his face alight. “Those peasants are unconquerable. There are 200,000 of them, peaceful men, tilling the soil, tending their herds, as they had always done, with no thought of resisting the republic until the repub lic attempted to take from them their priests and to draft them forth to fight an the frontiers. Then they rose as mtm, upon tneir oppressors, routed them, out them to pieces among the hedges. Now they are back In their homes again to make their Eas ter; that over, they will march against Thouars and Saumur." “But, M. le Comte,” I protested, forgetting for a moment, my own trou bles In the Interest of the narrative, “fighting of that sort can be success ful only near home and In a most fa vorable country. For a campaign, troops must have organization.” "That Is true, my friend,” he agreed. "Well these troops are being organized. Once the Bocage Is free of the Blues, which will be within the month, our army will be ready to cross the Loire, take Nantes, advance through Brltany, Normandy and Maine, where we shall be well received and at last march at the head of a united northwest against Paris Itself. I tell you, M. de Taver nay, the republlo Is doomed." His eyes were sparkling, his face flushed with excitement. An electric shock seemed to run around the board and m a dame sprang to her feet, glass In hand. "The king," she cried, and as we rose to drink the toast, I had a vision of a boy of IS issuing triumphantly from the gate of the temple to avenge his murdered father. "And may Ood protect him I" added M. le Comte, as we set our glasses down. There was gloom for a moment In our hearts, and I, at least, felt the stark horror of the revolution as I had never done—I saw more clearly Its blood-guiltiness, Its red-madness. For, In our quiet home at Beaufort, the delirium of Paris had seemed far away, almost of another age and coun try. We had shuddered at the stories of the September massacres, not only as one shudders at any tale of horror; oven yet we scarcely believed that the king was really dead. It seemed Im possible that such things could hap pen. Just as the body, pushed beyond a certain limit of pain, grows numb ind suffers no more, so the mind, after i certain time, refuses to be Impressed. It was thus with the reports which came from Parts, as one followed an other, each more terrible than the last. Not even the actors themselves In that hideous drama comprehended what was passing there; they were but chips In a. maelstrom, hurled hither and thither, utterly powerless to stay or to direct the flood which hurried them on and Finally sucked them down to destruc tion. We of Beaufort were far off the beaten track, and of too little conse quence to cause the tide of revolution to sweep In our direction; so It had passed us by at such a distance that we had caught only the faint, confused uiutuiui v* *fc. xtuo) uut ^caatuua uaa, for the most part, deserted us; our fields were untitled, our flocks un tended; there was no money In the till and little meat In the larder, but per sonally we had experienced no danger and expected none. We had been con tent to sit quietly by while Prance wrought out her destiny, pitying those less fortunate than ourselves, and happy In the safety which our ob scurity won for us. Now, I was suddenly brought face to face with the question; What was my duty? Was It to stay at home and per mit these scoundrelB to have their way unquestioned? Was It not rather to join the army of La Vendee and add my atom to Its strength, to do what In me lay to render that campaign against the cannibals at Paris not a dream but a reality? For at last I understood. Those hideous tales were true. The fair land of France lay at the mercy of the vilest of her people-. "Still pondering the riddle?” asked my companion, and I turned to find her again regarding me with a provoking scrutiny. “No. mademoiselle,” I said. •• was thinking that when M. le Comte rides back to the Bacage, I will accompany him." Her eyes flashed a swift approval. "That Is a man’s place!” she said. "That Is where I would be, were I a man!” "You will wish me God-speed, then?” I questioned. “Yes—provided, of course,” she added, looking at me searchtngly, "that you are free to go.” "Free to gol” I repeated, and my chin fell on my breast What Instinct was It gave her this power to stab home whenever she chose? ■Then you are not free to go?” she queried, eyeing me still more closely. "I confess,” I stammered, "that It was not to don a white cockade I left Beaufort." "But surely any mere personal mat ter of business may be put aside when one's country calls 1" "Alas!” I murmured, “this Is not an affair of that’ nature.” “Well,” she said coolly, “you must of course, decide for yourself, monsieur; more especially since you seem to wish to shroud yourself In a veil of mys tery." "Mademoiselle,” I said desperately, “I should like your advice.” "But I understand nothing of the matter." "You shall understand. If you will do me the honor to hear me." “Would not M. le Comte's advice be of more service?" she asked with a sudden trepidation which surprised me. “No,” 1 said decidedly, "not In this Instance. I hope you will not refuse I me:" She glanced at my anxious face and smiled curiously. "Very well," she assented. "Proceed, then.” “Oh, not here!" I protested, with a glance at the others. "Perhaps, after dinner, mademoiselle, you will walk with me In the garden.” "in the garden?” she repeated. In an astonished tone, and looked at me with lifted brows. "I know that It Is a great favor I am asking," I continued hastily. "Yes, It Is more than that,” she broke In sharply. “It Is not convenable. What strange customs you must have at Beaufort, monsieur! Are the young ladles there accustomed to grant such requests?" “I do not know,” I answered miser ably. “I have never before preferred such a one. I am not familiar with etiquette—with the nice rules of con duct. If I have done wrong, forgive me.” I saw her glance at me quickly from the corner of her eye, and rny heart grew bolder. “It Is a beautiful garden,” I went on. “I saw It this evening from my window. There are paths, seats—" “I am familiar with the garden, mon sieur," she Interposed, drily. "And the moon will be full tonight," I concluded. “The more reason I should refuse you,” she retorted. “It will be a dan gerous place. Though I am ample able to take care of myself," she added. "I do not doubt It, mademoiselle," t agreed, humbly, "especially with me. That has already been proved, has it not?” "Yes," she said, with a queer little smile; "yes; I think It has.” "Believe me, It Is not a ruse,” I add ed, earnestly, “even were I capable of a ruse, which I am not. God knows I should like to walk with you there, but not to tell you what I shall tonight have to tell you.” She looked at me again, with a strange mixture of traidlty and daring. “Very well, M. de Tavernay,” she said at last. “In the garden, then— provided, of course, that Madame con sents.” xuana you, t saia, my heart warm with gratitude. “Shall I ask her?" "No, I will attend to that," and she smiled a little as she glanced across the board. “But I know that It Is not discreet; I am falling a victim to my curiosity. You have piqued it most successfully. Although I can never solve a riddle for myself, I cannot rest until I know the solution. I hope your riddle will be worth the risk." "It will," I assured her, and fell si lent, nerving myself for the task which lay before me. “But will you hear what this tyrant Is saying!" cried Madame, "That I must leave the chateau to dwell amid the fogs of England—” “Or beneath the blue skies of Italy,” said M. le Comte. "Really, madame, I fear the chateau Is no longer safe for you. The Revolution Is looking this way—and not with friendly eyes.” “Does the revolution, then, make war on women?” "Have you forgotten Mdlle. de Lam balle?” Madame went white at the retort, almost brutal In its brevity. "But that was the canaille of Paris,” she protested. “There are no such monsters here In Poitou." “Ah, my dear,” said her husband, sadly, "I fear there are monsters of the same sort wherever there are suffering and degraded men and women. And since It Is us they blame for their suf fering and degradation, It Is upon us they try to avenge themselves. Be sides, since the republicans are trying to entrap me, they will doubtless end by coming here; and not finding me, they may throw you into prison as the surest way of causing me to suffer." "Wo have the tower!” cried Madame. ‘ VVe will defend ourselves!" "The tower was not built to with stand artillery," her husband pointed out; “and even if the republicans have no cannon, they need only camp about It and bide their time to starve you Into surrender, since you could expect no aid from any quarter.” “But to leave the chateau—to aban don It to pillage—oh, I could never en dure it!” "Better that than to lose it and our lives together. Yes, decidedly, you must set out tomorrow—” "Tomorrow!" echoed Madame, In de spairing tones. “M. de Tavernay will accompany you as far as Poitiers. At Poitiers, Mdlle. de Chambray—” "Charlotte goes with me to Italy, do you not, my dear? It was arranged, you know, that you should remain with me.” "I do not know," Charlotte stam mered, turning very red. “I—I think, perhaps, I would better stop at Cham bray." For some reason which I could not fathom, both monsieur and madame burst into a peal of laughter, while my companion turned an even deeper crimson. ■«a yuu wm, sain ner hostess, when she had taken breath. "I my self think that you might do worse, happy as I would be to have you with me." "Why cannot you stop at Cham bray also, madame?” questioned Char lotte, her face slowly regaining Its normal hue. "At least until you find some friends also bound for Italy? You will be quite safe at Chambray.” (Continued Next Week.) The Stomach Hold. Colonel H. N. Renouf, at the "Old Guard" banquet at Delmonlco’s, em phasized the Importance to an army of a good commissariat. "You have perhaps heard," he said, “of the company of privates that a patriotic lady entertained one Memorial day to dinner. It was a good dinner, and at Its end a pretty maidservant entered with a superb dessert. " ‘Dessert, sergeant ?' she said to the stalwart young soldier at the head of the table. " ‘Dessert?’ the sergeant answered. ‘When I can get eats like this for nothin'? Nixie! Not me!' " BAD THINU. Mrs. Jones—Was her dinner party a success? Mrs. Smith—No; she had things so ar ranged that each mau took his own wits out to dinner. ut DADDY’S GOOD-NIGHT STORIES By Farmer Smith. — ■ - ----... , . THE DANDELION BRIDGE. Funny Bug was very tired. He was still a long ways from home. “That Stretchy Worm was very good company,’’ he thought. "I wish he could have taken me the whole way home." Suddenly Funny Bug came to a standstill. "Oh for the Stretchy Worm,” he thought, as he found himself right on the bank of a little brook. "How I am going to get across that I ilcm’t know.” said Funny Bug. We walked up and down along the brook looking for some way to get over. "Oh," he said again, "If only the Stretchy Worm were here; he could get me across so easily.” It was beginning to get very dark, and soon the stars came out. 1'unny Bug was very sleepy. “I guess I'll Just lie down on the bank of the brook until morning,” he said to himself, “and then maybe I can get across in some way.” So he lay down under a toad stool and slept soundly until the sun camo up. When Funny Bug opened Ills eyes al most the first thing they lit upon was a nice big dandelion. An idea popped Into Funny Bug’s head so quick it almost made him Jump. He hunted around and found a rose bush. Picking off a stem full of thorns Funny Bug went over and knelt down beside the dandelion. He began to saw back and forth with the rose stem and soon the thorns began to cut through the dandelion. When he had almost sawed through the dandelion stalk Funny Bug gave It a push and It fell down right across the brook, making a nice little bridge. "I’m a pretty bright fellow, if I do say it myself,’’ said Funny Bug as he hopped joyously across the brook. FUNNY BUG AND STRETCHY WORM. tne vvomDie Bird had carried Funny Bug far, far from home. "I don’t see,” said Funny Bug to him self, "I don’t see for the life of me how I am to get back home.’’ “I’d give my cane to get home,” he said aloud. • "Then hand it over,” said a voice right beside him. Funny Bug jumped about a foot. "My hat,” he said. “Who are you?" "I'm the Stretchy Worm,” it said. "Didn’t you say you would give your cane to get home?” "Indeed I will,” said Funny Bug. “Then,” said the Stretchy Worm, "come along. At least I can get you part way home.” Off they started, the Stretchy Worm and Funny Bug. The Stretchy Worm traveled so slowly that Funny Bug often lay down a while and rested while the Stretchy Worm ambled ahead. Then up Funny Bug would get and start on a run and catch up with the Stretchy Worm. Suddenly right beside them they heard loud, angry voices. "I tell you I saw it first,” said one voice. "Well, I got to It before you did,” an swered the other. Funny Bug parted two weeds and looked through. There were two Sniffle wits quarreling over a hat, Funny Bug’s hat. Wasn’t Funny Bug glad to see that hat? Well, I guess he was. “Hey, you fellows," he shouted, "That’s my hat. Hand it over.” “Not so fast, not so fast,” said Sntf flewlt No. 1, "What will you give us for it?” said Snifflewit No. 2. "I’ll give you each an acorn,” said Funny Bug. Now, if there is one thing Snlfflewits like it’s an acorn. So they put the acorns in their pocket and Funny Bug put his hat on his head. The Stretchy Worm and Funny Bug traveled on and on, and at last came to a wide, deep hole. "How can I get across?” asked Funny Bug is dismay. "Just a minute, just a minute," said the Stretchy Worm. "If there is one thine- I don’t like to do it is to hurry.” The Stretchy Worm began to stretch. He stretched and he stretched. Funny Bug was afraid he would stretch him self in two. But, no. At last he stop ped stretching and threw- himself across the hole, his head on one side, his tail on the other. Then he raised his back way up. “Now,” he said to Funny Bug, “walk right across on my back.” “Well, I declare." said Funny Bug and in fear and trembling he reached the other side safely. "I can go no farther with you,” said the Stretchy Worm. “Hand me the cane. Funny Bug Handed the Stretchy Worm his cane and then started off Bone. "Goodby,” said the Stretchy Worm. "Goodby," said Funny Bug. FUNNY BUG’S AIRSHIP. "I do wish that crazy Stlng-A-Ree would hush up a while," said Friendly Jeff to Funny Bug one morning. "He does nothing but sing.” "Yes,” said Funny Bug, "and since I got his new clothes for him he sings all the time.” "Just listen to him now,” said Friend ly Jeff In disgust. "Stlng-A-Ree. Sting-A-Rose. at last I've landed my new clothes." "I wish he would get off the earth," snorted Friendly Jeff. "That's a good idea." said Funny Bug. "I wouldn't mind taking a little trip myself." "What do you mean?" asked Friendly Jeff. "Just wait and you’ll see.” said Funny Bug. “Where's the clothes bas ket?” “In the closet," said Friendly Jeff. Funny Bug pulled the clothes basket out of the closet and then tied four strings to It, one on each corner, leav ing each string loose at one end. “Say, Stlng-A-Ree," he sold, going out to the barn. "Do you mind flying through the air wi'h me?" "Sting-A-Ree, Sting-A-Roc, any where you ask me I will go," sang the Sting-A-Ree. Then Funny Bug tied one string to each of the Sting-A-Ree's legs, and the Stlng-A-Ree took the other two in his hands. "Ready?” asked the Stlng-A-Ree. "Wait Just a minute,” said Funny Bug. He went Into the house and brought out his field gla.-sos. “I've got to watch out for the Wom l)!o Bird," he said, ns he climbed Into the basket, and they were olT. “Goodbye. 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