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SYNOPSIS,
CHAPTER I—Countess Elise, daughter
of the Governor of the Mount, has chance
encounter with a peasant boy.
CHAPTER II—The “Mount," a small
rock-bound Island, stood In a vast bay on
the northwestern Coast of France, and
during the time of Louis XVI was a gov
ernment stronghold. Develops that the
peasant boy was the son of Seigneur
Desaurac. nobleman.
CHAPTER III—Toung Desaurac deter
mines to secure an education and be
come a gentleman; gees the governor’s
daughter depart for Paris.
CHAPTER IV—Lady Elise returns aft
er seven years’ schooling, and entertains
many nobles.
CHAPTER V—Her Ladyship dances
with a strange fisherman, and a call to
arms Is made in an effort to capture a
mysterious Le Seigneur Nols.
CHAPTER VI—The Black Seigneur es
capes.
CHAPTER VII—Lady Elise Is caught
tn the “Grand" tide.
CHAPTER VIII—Black Seigneur res
cues. and takes Lady Elise to his re
treat.
CHAPTER IX—Elise discovers that her
savior was the boy with the fish.
CHAPTER X—Sanchez, the Seigneur’s
servant, is arrested and brought before
the governor.
CHAPTER XI—Lady Elise has Sanchea
set free.
You're wardecTTrim well, "I trust?”
“He—wouldn’t take anything.”
“And you neglected to inquire his
name?”
“I—did not think.”
“You were so glad to get back?” re
marked the Governor, regarding her
closely. “What sort of man was he?”
abruptly.
“Old.”
“And—”
lhat—u all l remember.
“Hum! Not very lucid. No doubt
you were too overwrought, my dear,
to be in an observant mood." His
voice sank absently; his fingers sought
among the papers, and, as his glance
fell, the girl walked away. Again she
leaned on the parapet, and once more
regarded the barren waste below—the
figures of the cockle-seekers, mere
specks, the shadow of the Mount,
stamped on the sand, with the saint,
a shapeless form, holding up a taper
lug black line—a sword—at the apex.
"She is keeping back something.
What?” Above an official-looking doc
ument the Governor watched her, his
lips compressed, his eyes keen; then
Ehrugged his shoulders and resumed
his occupation. The death-like hush
of an aerial region surrounded them;
the halcyon peace of a seemingly chi
merical cloister; until suddenly brok
en by an indubitable clangor—harsh,
hard!—of a door, opening; shutting.
The Governor lifted his head in an
noyance; the dove on the roof of the
cloister-walk flew away, and a short,
fat man, breathing hard, appeared.
“Pardon, your Excellency! But the
drafts! They seem sometimes to
sweep up from the very dungeons
themselves, and—”
"Well?"
Beppo cut short excuse, or explana
tion. "A prisoner is waiting without.
The man, Sanchez, from the shore!
Monsieur le Commandant, who brought
him, told me to inform you.”
The Governor considered a moment
with down-bent brows. “You may
show him in, but first,” he glanced up
with a frown, “I have a question to
put to you.”
“Your Excellency?”
“This morning you thought fit to ap
prise me,” Beppo looked uncomfort
able, “in view of the events of last
night—that you saw yesterday this
fellow. Sanchez, setting out in a sail
boat. accompanied t>y a priest—a fact
that might have been of great service
to me, had I been aware of it in sea
son!” The Governor paused to allow
the full weight of his disapproval to
be felt. "At what hour did you see
them start out?”
"About dusk, the time of the 'grand'
tide," was the crestfallen answer. "J
was following the shore, feeling anx
ious on account of the Lady Elise,
who, 1 knew, had gone in the direc
tion of the forest, when I saw them,
some distance out, but not too far to
recognize this fellow's boat and in it
two men, one of them in the black
robes of s priest. I attached no Im
portance to the Incident until—”
The Governor interrupted. “You
may send the prisoner in.” he ssld
shortly. "No—wait!” Toward the
spot where the girl had been standing
the Governor glanced quickly, but that
post of observation was now vacant,
and his Excellency more deliberately
looked around; caught no sight of her.
"You may send him In here,” he said,
"alone I will Bpeak with the pris
oner in private.” •
CHAPTER XI.
The Governor ts Surprised.
But the Lady Ellse had not KSttp.
Passing from the cloister through the
great arched doorway leading to the
high-roofed refectory, she had stopped
at the sight of a number of people
gathered near the entrance. At first
•be had merely glanced at them; then
started, as, in the somewhat dim
light prevailing there, her eyes be
came fixed upon one of their number.
Obviously a prisoner, he stood in
the center of the group, with beg.1?
down-bent, a hard, indifferent expres
sion on his countenance. Amased, the
girl was about to step forward to ad
dress him—or the commandant—when
Beppo appeared from the cloister.
Walked toward the officer, and. in a
low ill-humored tone, aaid something
sbe could not hear. Whatever It was,
the commandant caused him to repeat
it; made a gesture tQ the soldiers,
who drew back, and spoke himself tQ
the prisoner. The latter did not reply
nor raise his eyes, and the comman
dant laid a heavy hand on his shoul
der, whereupon the prisoner moved
forward mechanically, through the
doorway.
!*Xgu are anrq-Jili J£xcid]#;c5i said
aicne : asked the commandant.
“As sure as I have ears,” answered
Boppo.
“But her ladyship—see! She is
walking after him.”
Beppo shrugged liis shoulders. “She
always does what she pleases; no or
ders apply to her.”
In the shadow of the cloister roof,
at a corner where the double row of
pillars met, the girl paused; looked
out through the columns, her hand at
her breast. The Governor was un
concernedly writing; not even when
the prisoner stepped forward did he
turn from his occupation; at his lei
sure dotted an “i” and crossed a “t;"
sprinkled sand lightly over the paper;
waited a moment; then tapped the
fine particles from the letter. For his
part, the prisoner displayed equal pa
tience, standing in an attitude of
stolid endurance.
“Your name is Sanchez?” At length
the Governor seemed to notice the
other’s presence.
“Yes."
“And you formerly served the
Seigneur Desaurac? Followed him to
America ?”
“As your Excellency knows.” The
servant’s tone was veiled defiance.
A trace of pink sprang to the Gov
ernor's brow, though the eyes be lift
ed •were impassive. “You will an
swer ‘yes’ or ‘no’!” He reached for a
stick of wax, held it up to the tiny
flame of a lamp; watched the red
drops fall. “When you returned, it
was to live in the forest with—a
nameless brat?”
“My master’s son!”
“By a peasant woman, his—”
“Wife!”
Tne Governor smiled; applying a
seal, pressed it hard. “The courts
found differently,” he observed in a
mild, even voice, as speaking to him
self and extolling the cause of justice.
"The courts! Because the priest
who married them had been driven
from Brittany! Because he could not
be found then! Because—” The
man’s indignation had got the better
of his taciturnity, but he did not fin
ish the sentence.
“Either,” said the Governor quietly,
“you are one of his simple-minded
people who, misguided by loyalty,
cherish illusions, or you are a schem
ing rogue. No matter which, unfor
tunately,” in crisp tones, “it is neces
sary to take time to deal with you.”
“At your Excellency’s service!”
And the man folded his arms but,
again turning to his table, the Gover
nor apparently found some detail of
employment there of paramount im
portance; once more kept the prisoner
waiting.
The silence lengthened; in the dim
light of the walk noiselessly the girl
drew nearer; unseen, reached the old
abbot’s great granite chair with its
sheltering back to the court and close
to the Governor’s table. Into the ca
pacious depths of this chilly throne,
where once the high and holy digni
tary of the church had been accus
tomed to recline while brethren laved
his feet from the tiny stone lavato
riunj before it, she half sank, her
cheek against one of its cojd sides;
in an attitude of expectation breath
lessly waited. Why was ,it so still?
Why did not her father speak? She
could hear his pen scratch, scratch!
They were again speaking; more
eagerly she bent forward; listened to
the hard, metallic voice of the Gov
ernor.
“You left the castle at once when
the decree of the court, ordering it
vacated, was posted in the forest?”
“My master told me to, pretending
he was going, but—”
“Remained to resist; to kill.” The
Governor’s tones, without being
raised, were sharper. “And when,
after the crime against the instru
ments of justice, he escaped to the
high seas, why did you not go with
him?”
“Be wouldn’t have it.”
“Thinking you would be more use
ful here? A spy?”
“He said he would be held an out
law; a price put on him, and—he dis
missed me from his service."
“Dismissed you? An excellent jest!
But,” with sudden incisiveness, “what
about the priest, eh? What about the
priest?”
The man straightened. “What
priest?" he said in a dogged tone.
“You are accused of harboring and
abetting an unfrocked fellow who has
long been wanted by the government,
a scamp of revolutionary tendencies;
you are accused of having taken him
to sea,” the prisoner started, “to some
rendezvous—a distant isle—to meet
some one; to wait for a ship; to be
snvoggled away—?”
The man did not reply; with head
sunk slightly, seemed lost in thought.
“Speak—answer!”
“Who accuses me?”
From the stone chair the girl
sprang; looked out. Her face white,
excited, peering beneath the delicate
spandrils and stone roses, seemed to
come as an answer.
“Have I not told you—” began the
Governor sternly, when—
“Bab!” burst from the prisoner vio
lently. “Why should I deny what
your Excellency so well knows? I
told my master not to trust her; that
she would play him false i and that
once out of his hands—"
“Her? Whom do you mean?” The
Governor's eyes followed the man’s;
stopped. ’Elise!”
"I think,” her eyes very bright, the
girl walked quickly toward him, "1
think this man means me.’
“Eli6e!” the Governor repeated.
“Forgive me, men pere; I didn’t in
tend to listen, but I couldn’t help it—
bet-aup^-”
“How long,” said the Governor,
“have you been there?”
“Ever since—he came in. 1 sup
pose,” proudly turning to the man,
mm 0 mi mmm va mm m jm
"Have I Hot Told You—”
"It Is useless to say that I did not
play this double role of which you
accuse me, and that I did keep, in
every particular, the promise I
made—”
"Oh, yes; you could say it, my
Lady!” with sneering emphasis.
“But you reserve to yourself the
right not to believe me? That is
what you mean?” The man’s stub
born, vindictive look answered. “Then
I will deny nothing to you; nothing!
You may think what you will.”
His face half-covered by his hand,
the OovejKor gazed at them; the girl,
straight, slender, inflexibly poised;
the prisoner eyeing her with dark,
car rying glance.
“Lieu!” he muttered. “What it?
this .'” md concern gave way to a new
fee ig. Her concern for something
—s ji body—held him A promise!
“Y; : car: step back a few moments,
ray B.n!" to Sanchez. “A little far
tne — to the parapet! I’ll let you know
v.h- i you’re wanted.* Ana the nrj«
cne. obeyed, moving slowly away to
the w ill, where he stood out oi' ear
shot his back to them. “You spoke
cf promise?” the Governor turned
to is. daughter. “To whom?”
A suggestion of color swept her
fac . though she answered at once
without hesitation: “To the Black
Se ieur ”
* e slight form of the Governor
sti :-d as to the shock of a battery.
“i here is no harm in telling now,”
bur. iedly she went on. “He saved me
fre.t the ‘grand’ tide—for I war on
Saladin’s back when he bolted and
ran i had net dismounted, though I
allowed you to infer so, and he had
cached me almost to the island cf
Casque when we heard and saw the
water coming in. The nearest place
was the island—not the point of the
mainland, as I felt obliged to lead you
to ti’i:k, and we started for it; we
nig't have reached the cove, had not
fa' ’Pi "tumbled and thrown me. The
hast 7 remembered tBe water came
! rushing around, and when I awoke, I
was in a watch-tower, with him—the
-Slack Seigneur!”
The Governor looked at her; did
not speak.
"I—1 at first did not know who he
was—not until this man came—and
the priest! And when he, the Black
Seigneur, saw I had learned the truth,
he asked me to promise—not for him
self—but because of this man!—to
say nothing of having met him there,
or the others! And I did promise, and
—he sent me back—and that is all—”
“Ail!” Did the Governor speak the
word? He sat as if he had hardly
comprehended; a deeper flush dyed
her cheek.
“You—can not blame me—after
wbi.t he did. He saved me—saved my
life. You are glad of that, mon pere,
are you not? And it must have been
hard doing it, for his clothes were
torn, and his hands were bleeding—he
can’t be1 all bad, mon pere! He knew
who I was, yet trusted me—trusted!”
The Governor looked at her;
touched a bell; the full-toned note vi
brated far and near.
“What are you going to do?” Some
thing in his face held her.
Again the tones startled the still
ness. “Kcmember it is I who am re
sponsible for—”
“Your Excellency?” Across the
court appeared Beppo, moving quick
!y toward them. “Your Excellency?”
’’One moment!” The servant stepped
back; the Governor looked first at the
girl; then toward the entrance of the
cloister.
“You want me to go?” Her voice
was low; strained; In it, too, was a
hard, rebellious accent. “But I can’t—
can’t—until—”
"What?”
“Ycu promise to set him free! This
man who brought me back! Don’t you
see you must, mon pere? Must!” she
repeated.
His thin lips drew back disagree
ably; he seemed about to speak; then
reached among the papers and turned
them over absently. “Very well!" he
said at length without glancing up.
“1»ou promise,” her voice expressed
relief and a little surprise, “to set
him free?”
“Have I not said so?” His eyelids
veiled a peculiar look. “Yes, he shall
be liberated—very shortly.”
“Thank you, mon pere.” A moment
she bent over him; the proud, sweet
lips brushed his forehead. “I will go,
then, at once.” And she started toward
the door. Near the threshold she
paused; looked back to smile grate
fully at the Governor, then quickly
went out
CHAPTER XII.
At the Cockles.
A rugged mass of granite, rent by
fissures, and surrounded by rocks and
whirlpools, the Norman English isle,
so-called “Key to the. Channel,"- on9.
hundred miles or more "horihwest~'of
Ihe Mount, had from time immemorial
offered haven to ships out of the pale
of French ports. Not only a haven,
but a home, or that next-best accom
modation, an excellent inn. Perched
In the hollow of the mighty cliff and
reached by a flight of somewhat peril
ous stairs, the Cockles, for so the
ancient tavern was called, set square
ly toward the sea, and opened wide its
shell, as it were, to all waifs or
stormy petrels blown in from the
foamy deep.
Good men, bad men; Republicans,
royalists; French-Engllsh, English
French, the landlord—old Pierre La
roche, retired sea-captain and owner
of a number of craft employed in a
iangerous, but profitable, occupation—
received them willingly, and in his
solicitude for their creature comforts
and the subsequent reckoning,,caned
not a jot for their politics, morals, or
social views. It was enough if the
visitor had no lenten capacity ; looked
the fleshpots in the face and drank of
his bottle freely.
The past few days the character of
old Pierre’s guests had left Borne room
for complaint on that score. But a
small number of the crew of tho
swift-looking vessel, well-known to
the islanders, and now tossing in the
sea-nook below, had, shortly after
their arrival toward dusk of a stormy
day, repaired to the inn, and then they
had not called for their brandy or
wine in the smart manner of seamen
prepared for unstinted sacrifice to
Bacchus. On the contrary, they drank
quietly, talked soberly, and soon pre
pared to leave.
“Something has surely gone wrong,”
thought their host. “Why did not your
captain come ashore?” he asked. “Not
see his old friend, Pierre Laroche, at
once! It is most unlike him.”
Ad on the jjaorrow, the islanders,
or English-French, more or less pri
vateersmen themselves, were equally
curious. Where had the ship come
from? Where was it going? And
The Landlord Deliberately Stirred and
Spread Them.
how many tons of wine, bales or silk
and packages to tobacco, or “ptum,"
as the weed was called, had It cap
tured? Old Pierre would soon find
out, for early that day, despite the in
clemency of the weather, he came
down to the beach, and, followed by a
servitor, got Into a small boat moored
close to the shore.
“He Is going aboard!”
“Who has a better right? His own
vessel!”
“No; Andre Desaurac—the Black
Seigneur’s! They say he long ago
paid for it from prizes wrested from
the Governor of the Mount.”
“At any rate, old Pierre entered
into a bargain to build the boat for
him—”
“And added to his wealth by the
transaction.”
-iater that moraine -the old r ’.n
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