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CHAPTER XV. (Continued.)
There remtlned Just three days ind no
nor.
"I knew nothing of this," Maurice said.
remorseful that he had not delivered hli
papers upon the prevloui night, "jrou will
remember that I am a stranger among
fou and knew not to whom to Intrust my
message. Further than that I have noth
log to reproach myself with. I came with
II Imaginable haate through an entirely
bout lie country"
The young Camlsard waived hi hand.
"I know I know," he said, "the fault
does not He with you, but In the difficulty
of the country through which you have
had to come."
Maurice noted the deep cogitation of
his bearing. He knew the signs, and could
not help being reminded by this peasant
boy of the flrat general 'of hla age when
be had an Important problem to (tudy. ait
Irrevocable decision to take. Both Mai
borotigh and he had the same hurried
walk to and fro, the same knitted browa,
the same deep vertical spade-eut between
the brows, the mark royal of men of
thought.
In five minutes Jean Cavalier bad made
bis plans, had cast the lota, and there re
mained nothing save to carry nut his de
cisions. "You wilt give me your note of hand,"
be said, addressing Maurice Rath, "stating
lay and hour at which these Instructions
came In my band. You will remain here
with a sufficient garrison In charge of the
town. They will accept you as my lieu
tenant upon my bare word. I will take
the English Genevan pastor with me to
Interpret, and with 200 mounted men strike
southward to the Oardlole above Front -Ignan,
whende with a glass one may read
the sea for twenty miles all about, clear
s It were a printed book."
"And when do you start?" said Maurice,
the thoughts working like yeast within
him.
"Now.1: said Cavalier, his Hps com
pressed to there line, and bis eyes far
away, "now get your weapons and be ready
to take the command of La Cavalerie In
half an hour. I leave Catlnat with you.
He Is brave and stupid and will obey you
to the last breath of his body. But you
must not mind his talk, or you will be
deafened- y v t
The next moment there was the hurried
noise of footsteps upon the stair. Jean
Cavalier was gone. Three days to reach
the point designated toy Malborough was
suite enough had the ttwd been clear. But
at any moment, who knew! the 200 Cam
.Isards might not run Into an entire di
vision of royal troops. Yet for the time
being this did not trouble either Cavalier
or that young alde-de-carp of Mara
borough, who was learning to be proud of
being named lieutenant to such a man. He
went across the sleeping village, where
the watch, kept aware and alert by the
teal of Cavalier, swung a curious lantern
In his face and demanded hla same and
business.
Then a trumpet blew three or four stir
ring notes, repeated thrice over. No more.
And Instantly windows were thrown open
everywhere. Men came tumbling out upon
the street There was a glitter of arms,
the padding of many feet, from opened
ground-floor doort . the stamping of the
feet of horses; " "A raid!" said some.
I.: "The ejneny upon us!" cried 'others. .
, 'TIs only to prove us be is always at
' its . tricks this baker's boy," growled, a
third of the strictest sect of the Phar
isees. But the trumpet rang out again, full
.and' round and clear,
"Mounted, men, and In' haste! The
'inemy must' be upon us!" was now the
nly word. And Instantly there arose the
wund of a mighty stamping In all the
tables of the town, and especially l-
:hoee of Martin Foy, whither the newly
tppotnted commandant of La Cavalerie
lad gone to obtain his weapons, which he
sad let In the care of Billy Marshall and
lit spouse.
For many reasons it had been In the
nlnd of Maurice to resume upon this oc
laston his proper uniform of a British of
Icer. He told himself that It would be
:he proper thing, as marking the right
le had to give orders and the support
-bleb - was being extended to the rebel
aountalneers by the allied powers. Really,
lowever, his reasons were quite other
ind much simpler. But on -the other hand,
it occurred to him, first, that be had uo
,rders from my Lord Marlborough for any
luch display; secondly, that the fact of a
British officer In uniform being In the
lamp of the Camlsards would spread like
aildfire through all France and make the
tnemlea of the poor hill folk ten times
nore Hter than before, and lastly, that
le mlghi need his disguise of wagoner to
nable hln to get out of the country when
lit mission should be finished.
Bo with a single rather reluctant glance
it the rough' packing or matting which
wntalned his staff uniform (or ' at teast
lad contained It when the wagons were
ransacked) Maurice Ralth took bis sword
ind pistols from the reluctant Billy, who
kisbed to go over them for the last time
"wt" the least bit drap d sweet oil an'
t kenaln' o' rag."
"Ana O, Capt I mean malster, be sure
that ye keep oot o' the wat, tor thae wee
jernlckstty pistols o' yours are Just a
keart-break to clean when the damp gets
la aboot the trtkkera!"
But the one warm, delicious thought
which thrilled him Hke wine was that
is would be left In the defensed village
if La Cavalerie alone or as good as alone
-with Frances Wellwood. His rival, or the
nan whom he had looked upon as hla
rival, would be gone upon a mission which
must (at the least) last a full week, her
lather also accompanying the expedition
IS Interpreter.
It was, ladeed, a thought to make the
head swim. Bhe would in some sort be
snder his protection. As the man left In
lommand of the village and Its defenses,
ber father could not avoid asking him to
keep an eye upon the lonely girl.
The world seemed suddenly filled with a
arm aweet scent of dew-wet wallflower.
The breaths of summer orchards and the
tome meadows of Castle Ralth seemed to
' low across him as he buckled his sword
, ind thrust pistol In belt before going out
with a new and reliable swagger Into he
light.
The whole force of the Camtaards, In so
'ar as they had refuged upon the bleak
louth-looking Causses of the Lursac, was
tssembted In the little Grande Place at La
Cavalerie. - And there under the moonless
iplendors of such a sky as only precents
itself to folk who live close up under the
irchltrave of heaven, Jean Cavalier was
itterlng his. prophecy to an assembled mul
titude, and the voice of him, generally
weet. personal and douce, had become as
the rolling of Sinai thunders.
"Hear, ye la of the Clear Vision, this
has come to me suddenly as the bolt from
the cloud," he was saying. "I have In my
sauds the woHs of the great duke himself,
;he commander of armies "
- "Put not your trust In princes!" croaked
ut Prophet Catlnat suddenly.
Cavalier turned en him Instantly and
flied him with eyes that glowed even In the
darkness.
"Catlnst." be cried again. "Let it be
enough for you to obey. I have heard soy
that your trust In princes was so great that
you got yourself name J after one of them
even after a marshal of France. Is It so, or
14 it notr
"It Is so!" said Catlnat, hanging his
head. "But If I met him now I should have
his life for his bstred of the folk of God!"
"Enough!" retorted Cavalier sternly. "I
foresaw your unwillingness and have ar
ranged that you should remain here while
we of the quest are absent. But for your
soul's good you shall take all your orders
from him whom you know as Pierre Dubois
the wagoner, who brought hither the mes
ssge!" "He la not of the spirit." said Catlnat.
with a sullen heaviness that augured 111 for
the rule of Maurice Ralth.
"Let him be as Saul, as David or as Solo
mon." said Cavalier, suddenly spreading out
his hands as In a benediction over the as
sembly, "he shall bear rule here In my
absence. The spirit hath revealed It to
me! What say you, Folk of the Bond? Is
my word law?"
An with a great volde the reply came
back. "As thou. Jean Cavalier, sayest, so
say w!"
And at the sound of that hoarse crying
Catlnat, old soldier as he was. turned pale.
"At the same time I delegate to this
same Catlnat, called the Prophet, all the
offices and exercises of religion. In so
much as I take the Genevan pastor with
me In case we meet the English or others
of our faith, but not of our tongue. But
an that concerns the defense of the town
the building and manning of the walls, the
sallying forth to meet the enmy, all that
pertains to the military and civil govern
ment of the town, shall be till my return
wholly and solely In the hands of the young
stranger Known as Pierre Dubois. Thus the
Spirit hath directed, and thus It shall be!"
As Maurice stood listening to the sound
of his assumed came a soft voice spoko
over his shoulder: "A mightily convenient
spirit for any man to be familiar with!
murmured Yvette Foy, with the most silken
satire. "I wonder the baker's boy does not
make It over to you during his absence: It
strikes me that you may need something of
tne una!"
"Catlnat will attend to all that for me!"
said Maurice, smiling at her In turn .over
bis shoulder.
"Catlnat!" murmured the voice again
scornful. "He Is playing his own game. I
win neip you for for well, for nothlni!
And Maurice Ralth, turning completely
rouna, saw a raarvelously beautiful face.
glorious and dark with the glowing beauty
01 a tropic night, momentarily torch
Illumined, knew aa well as If he bad heard
It sworn In a court of Justice that the
girl meant to say, "I will help you lor
loves sake alone!"
CHAPTER XVI.
f Check.
Thus was the virgin Camlsard fortress
or La Cavalerie left In charge of a cer
tain Captain Maurice Ralth. late aide-decamp
to his excellency, the Duke of Marl
borough, presently known as one Pierre
Dubois, a wagoner, with a precarious and
not-to-e-too-closely-lnqulred-lnto connec
tion with the towns of Rlche-a-Bayard and
Hoo.
Theologically the Prophet Catlnat, an
old soldier of tho earlier Italian wars,
drilled the Inhabitants with a severe
prayertulness, much as he was used to ex
ercise his company with pike and mus
ketoon. .
There wss, first of all, morning service
which lasted two hours, from the shivering
matin chlmo of the 6 o'clock bell at the Ilt
tie Protestant temple. Then there was a
prophetic review and forecasting, (both
equally tedious) at the hour of noon, and
In the evening a rechauffee of both dis
courses, ttll the male Inhabitants of the
village came en masse to Maurice to beg
from him some imperative military duty,
if it were only the digging of trenches or
the transportation of earth.
And Maurice, his heart full of pltiful
ness, found work willingly for the poor
men. There was a certain heap of stones
which (it was bruited) saved as many as
sixty Ood-fearlng Camlsards from suicide.
For as soon as they had transported these
bodily to the spot at which Maurice had
ordered them to be placed, It was always
open to him to bid bis workmen to restore
the status quo.
It was the day after the departure of the
seaward expedition. Maurice had taken
over bis full powers, and already Catlnat
was developing into a thorn In the flesh
so unendurable that the military chief
could be under no manner of Illusion as to
why Jean Cavalier had let his at home.
No matter what drill or military exercise
Maurice might order for day or night. Catl
nat was always on hand to propose that it
should be prefaced by "a few words of ex
hortation," or to declare that "the spirit
moved him to sn address at that time and
place."
Yet. Maurice, having by order of Cavalier
nothing to do with the religious duties of
the embattled mountaineers, could Inter
pose nothing. But he observed with sym
pathy the shudder which ran through the
ranks as the "Prophet of the Cevennes" set
tled himself to his fell work.
Now before leaving Patrick Wellwood bad
taken hla young countryman aside, and In
words few and chosen had committed hie
daughter to his care.
"Precious to me as the apple of mine ere
Is this child." he had said. "So let ber be
unto you. Without fear I leave her to your
charge, young man. tho one ewe lamb that
bath lain In an old man's bosom. Accord
ing as you fulfill my behest, so may the
blessing of Ood Almighty rest upon you.
Thus and not otherwise. I have spoken to
the damsel herself, and as I understand she
Is- nonewsys averse to considering herself
under your protection. Ever since our com
ing hither this young David of a General
Cavalier has always proven himself as a
brother unto her. I have small doubt but
thou wilt do likewise!"
Right wilting was Maurice Ralth, or In
other words Master Pierre Dubois the wag.
nr of Roche-s-Bsyard and Hoo to perform
the commission laid upon him by Patrick
Wellwood.
He lost no time, therefore, being thus
armed with the parental authority, la call
ing at the westernmost gatehouse of the
Templar walls. U wss shortly after sun
rise, and It came to him that, as mayhap
the young lady was of a sleepy head and
not yet up, he might find himself Intruding.
He was moving off when he came suddenly
at ths foot of the winding stairway on an
ancient char-woman, her head wrapped
completely about In a pair of her husband's
nether garments, the legs tied picturesquely
and sufficiently beneath her chin.
A maudlin smile played across her bloated
features and she displayed a set of teeth
which, like the King William's line of bat
tle after Btelnklrk, was mostly gaps.
"Too late, young man." she muttered
huskily, "the bird has flown. You must
seek her la a different Best. Yestreen It
kgd been another matter, but''
measure:
It's powder and reek and thunder
When the cannon begin to shoot.
But It's girls and gold and plunder
When the old wives pouch the loot!
"What bos become of Mistress Wellwood,
you drunken old heathen?" demanded Mau
rice, full of gusty anger.
"The young lady the young lady." re
peated the ancient wlne-blbber, as If trying
to recall ner memory, "that were too diffi
cult a question for me unless unless
She crooked her claw-flngers suggestively
and Maurice with sn Impatient gesture
threw rsther than placed a gold coin within
them. They closed automatically upon It
She tugged at the ungainly trouser leg
wmen was about ber frowsy forehesd with
some vsgue idea perhaps of making her
manners.
"I thsnk you. sir," she said, biting the
gold surreptitiously. "Come In come In
with you and see that old Ellse speaks only
me trutn. '
Maurice felt a audden spasm of disgust
out nis curiosity drove him on.
"Which was her room?" he said hastily.
as if ashamed. "I understand she Is gone
away you will tell me where? In the
meantime I would like to see her room-
where she lived, I mean."
For he remembered well that In the room
where Patrick Wellwood had received him
there had stood, behind a screen, the plain
camp-bed of the. chaplain of Ardmilllan's
regiment.
The old woman, with a nauseous grumble
SDout knowing when she could trust to
the generosity of a great man, led the way
up a stair and threw open a door. There.
sweet .and white and clean as her own ours
skin, wss Flower-o'-the-Corn's chamber
tne bed folded down and showing him linen
One end choice, the walls of wood smoked
black from the great open fireplace, with
engravings of great men and oblongs of
cmcroldery and tapestry work all about
disposed with a natural taste under this
beam and over that cupboard door as that
the whole (to the eyes of Maurice Ralth)
was a wonder and a marvel, so different
from his own bare quarters at the Auber; I
or the Bon Chertlcn.
He almost seemed to hear Flower-o'-the
Corn's clear voice demanding of him "what
be did there?" It was like violating a vir
gin's shrine.
"Go In-go In!" croaked the vile old wo
man, who' bad meantime repeated the dose
of spirits from a small pocket bottle be
blnd Maurice's back while ho stood en
tranced, "make sure that the little missy
is not there so pretty as she keeps every
lumg: nui i wager it is tne bird you
want! Ah, you soldiers, you are all alike.
You would not give many sous for the
poor nest. All the same, you will not for
get old Ellso for showing it to you!"
Maurice Ralth felt that It would bo a
profanation to answer the woman, as It
would be an Indignity almost personal to
enter the dwelling place of so pure a spirit
in Dls great clumping military boots. In
stlnctlvely he took off his hat at the open
door, said an unwonted prayer, and so
stole silently away, bis head downcast.
leaving the drunken old woman to follow
or not, as It pleased her.
She locked up the chamber and grumb-
lingly descended.
"Whither did you say Mistress Frances
bsd gone?" he asked as carelessly as he
could.
The old woman, a horror of chalkpale
cheeks and brick-red features, with that
unspeakable headgear of her husband's
breeches' legs swaggtng this way and that
over her blousy bosom, laid her finger cun
ningly by the side of her nose, with a cun
nlng action which said, "Don't you wish
you msy get It?"
Maurice, ever willing to take tbe plainest
road to the solution of any problem, ex
tracted a second gold louls from his pocket,
He held It between bis finger and thumb In
full view of the ancient blear-eyed crone.
"Has. Mistress Frances at the last mo
ment accompanied her father?" ho asked.
Madame Ellse shook ber head so emphat
ically that the ruins of a tobacco pouch,
the brais clasps worn to the quick, tumbled
out of the pocket of her headdress and de
bouched Us contents upon the floor.
'No," she said, "she stayed here by her
self for two hours last night, reading good
books her father's books and then came
Mistress Foy and took her away, saying
that it was not becoming that a young girl
so beautiful should be left alone In such a
wide house! He he! doubtless she knew
of your coming, sir!"
Maurice turned on his heel aa on a pivot
and stamped his way out angrily. But the
crone pursued htm. Crying, "The gold, good
gentleman! The golden louls! Do not de-J
fraud a poor woman, and. Indeed, I would
have kept her If I could, kind gentleman,
much more money would have come to poor
old Ellse If she had remained here!"
Over bis shoulder Maurice angrily tossed
the piece of gold, which the unclean hag
caught ere it fell, and stowed away In her
pouch carefully (as containing the means of
procuring many small square-faced bottles
an unlicensed export of the states gen
eral of Holland which Madame Ellse
counted more precious than whole parks of
artillery).
CHAPTER XVII.
I'nder Which Queen, Bfionlanf
It was about this time that ths Marshal
de Montrevel began to manifest renewed
activity. He moved out of Mlllau and oc
cupied as a first measure all the valley of
the Dourble with the exception of the for
tified village of Saint Veran, a perfect
eagle's nest upon an eminence so com
pletely Isolated that only by means of a
cable could communication be held between
the Camlsards there and those upon the
nearest escsrpment of the Causse de Lar-
zac. This took place even over the heads
of the king's outposts, who often used to
fire upwsrd at the packages which were
sent to and fro overhead upon the swinging
crsdles, on the chsnce that they might con
tain a stray Camlsard or so, escaping from
the ben-coop of the Causse Noir to the
compsratlve freedom of the Larxac.
This was rather a relief than otherwise
to tbe feelings of Maurice Raith. It gave
him something to think of besides the fac
that Flower-o'-the-Corn was In the sams
house and Inaccessible to him.
For. whatever might have been the Ideas
or desires of Frances Wellwood on the sub
ject of Pierre Dubois, Yvette saw to it that
these were not carried out.
The whole menage of tbe Bon Chretien
was a curious one. Martin Foy, who hsd
been left behind by Cavalier (aa not suffi
ciently young and active) was unwearied
In bis attempts to bring his reluctant fam
ily together. Msny of bis temporary guests
had departed and he wss therefore at lib
erty to devote a much larger portion of bis
leisure to Maurice Raltb's entertainment
than that young man was at all grateful
for. It Is quite possible, however, that ha
may have received from his daughter hint
to that effect.
At all events certain it Is that, though
Maurice had no difficulty In coming at any
time to face to face speech with Yvette
Foy, he could not advance one step In ths
direction of bresklng down the Iron reserve
behind which Flower-o'-the-Corn had
chosen to entrench herself.
Yet every dsy, sad Indeed every hour he
spent within ths Bon Chretien, Yvette Foy
never left blm to himself. Never was a
lonely man so comforted and cossetted.
And bad Maurice Raith not longed with ull
his heart for the absent blue eyes of Franca
Wellwood and tbe sweetness of her smile
he might very well bsve contented himself
with tbe very obvious fsvor of tbe very fair
demoiselle, Yvette Foy.
She compassed him about with kindness,
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Whoever' at the Ran Chretien might go
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Not only so, but In tbe minutest details
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trenches Tvotte proved herself not only an
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Yet In all this, nor word nor glimpse of
Frances Wellwood. She never showed her
self on the street. She dwelt wholly on the
top floor of the Templar's bouBe, where sbo
and Yvette Foy shared one great room in
such completeness and closeness of amity
reciprocal as -Is only attained by College
companions and young girls In their first
burst of friendship and confidence.
Not but what Maurice made several at
tempts to break through the reserve of his
young hostecs with regard to her friend.
One night In particular be had come back
weary and depressed. The six days of hla
command were already halt over, and as far
as Flower-o'-the-Corn was concerned, she
hsd far better have been with her father in
the westernmost tower over tbe Templar's
gate. He looked up the lighted window of
tbe room which he knew for Yvette Foy's,
and wondered if there was within any
thought of him If an ear (the ear be knew
was shell-thin and pearl-lined) Inclined
Itself ever so little to catch the clatter of
bis heavy boots on the stairs, the tinkle
of the spurs (which, being a man and a
soldier, he could not deny himself the satis
faction of wearing) and the clank of his
saber on the sone turns of the stair. He
wondered. He sighed, and lo there, above
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attention won upon blm. And this night,
after a peculiarly wearing day, when Catl
nat bad been more than usually hateful. It
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Yvette, In her finest and daintiest raiment
(a gown which had been sent her from
Psrls by her friend Mile. Eugenie la
Gracleuse), bending eagerly as If to watch
for bis return, over tbe Iron balustrades
of tbe stairway landing aunt a warm glow
through hla heart.
An Indeed Yvette was a lovely vision,
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of youth and health on her cheek, and her
lips, as ever, red as tho pomegranate blos
som, the most Joyous of all earthly hues
seen against the cloudless sapphire of tbe
sky. Her gown was of the palest blue,
such as an ordinary girl would have thought
possible only with a roBeleaf complexion
and a skin of milk. But In this, as In all
that pertained to attraction, Yvette Foy
made no mistakes.
She knew that none can wear pale bluo
with such effect as a dark-eyed girl with
an Ivory skin and heaped masses of hair,
with blood that went and came in dusky
wine-red flushes upon her cheeks respon
sive to the beating of her heart. A little
white fringe of fleecy lace about the neck,
above tbe heaped, careless, tumbled masses
of dark bair, the subtle drawing power of
willing eyes, the slender llssomness of her
figure. Small wonder that night Maurice
Ralth owned to himself that there were
but few maids In France equal In beauty to
Yvette Foy of the Don Chretien In the
littlo Camlsard village of La Cavalerie.
Ho stood for a moment beneath her,
struck, regardent, while she smiled
smiled with the petulant assurance of
a girl who Is sure of her charms, and the
aplomb of a 'woman who can afford to glvo
a man the full pleasure of the eye with
out compromising herself.
"Ah," he murmured In English, without
thinking how he spoke, "but you are very
lovely! I had not thought It!"
"Pardon me," she said In her own pretty
French, "but I' do not understand. I have
not the English no word of it! 'TIs my
misfortune!"
Though, indeed, she had understood well
enough tbe mart, the stoppage on ths stair
way, the dumb gaze upward.
"You will get cold standing there in that
light dress," he n.ilcl, as he caruo up to
the landing, unable to take his eyes oil
such a radiant, vision.
Yvette laughed with a light amusement.
"I wonder," she said, "how long It will
take you to get the p;rade ratp out of
your voice when you come into my par
lor!" "Did I order you I d!d not mean It!"
said Maurice penitently enough.
"Indeed, It sounded much like It," she
said, "but give me your cloak! I will or
der you in my turn."
"Indeed, I will not on other nights when
you are not arrayed as one of the angels
of heaven all in white and blue. But not
tonight.
She stamped her little foot shsrply, with
a mock of intolerance.
"Who Is in charge of the commanderle
of Bon Chretlan you or I?" she cried.
"You you of a surety you and no
other!" he replied with mock humility and
as If In baste not to displease her.
"Well, then your cloak?"
And she took tbe great heavy folds from
off his shoulders with a masterful action.
They were no light weight, as she bel'l
them out dripping st arm's length.
"See," she said, "cau any In your regi
ments do more for you than little Yvette
Foy aye, even tbe our-browned gypsy
down stairs hlraelf!"
And. Indeed, the light wsy in which she
bent to the ground snd lifted heavy weights
ths easy indifference with which she
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with
CRECHE
NURSE
DAVIS.
318 Maryland St.,
Buffalo, N. Y., Sept. 28, 1901.
Nurses, aa a rule, have very little
faith in patent med icines, but experience
has taught me that Wine of Cardui it
an honest medicine.
I have attended a number of rases
where the patient was a wihnan broken
down with the female trouble peculiar
to her sex inflammation, ulceration and,
falling of the womb, irregular and pain
ful menstruation and I have noticed
that the physician often used Wine of
Cardui with great success, after other
remedies had failed.
J have recommended it myself very
often, and feel that I am doing sick
women a good turn in so doing. ,
ax Vwcx
could upon occasion and with the most non- i
chalance do tbe work of a man, proved
the exquisite perfection of tbe muscles
which worked so smoothly cotnractlng and
extending automatically under that satin
skin.
Then after a pause she spoke caressingly,
yet simply, as his mother might have done
(at least so Maurice Ralth thought, who
could not remember his mother) "come Into
this little room where there is a fire.
Change your wet boots ttyere, and then,
when you are ready, come into my parloi
and tell me all about your troubles. I set
you have been dlstresbed today. Catlnat.
I suppose ss usual. But you shall tell
me all afterwards'."
She vanished, light as the flitting shadow
of a bird when it crosses the road. Never
theless, it remained long In Maurice's mind
that ere she went she had tossed him a
careless kiss, such as a slter might have
done. Maurice had no sister, but In this,
ss In other things, he felt that he had
been badly treated by nature. Such a
sister as Yvette Foy, so full of under
standing, so capable, so sympathizing In
all things, never lu the way and never out
of it.
But he did not get time to specify further
before a low, quick knock returned to the
floor of the little room. It had evidently
been occupied for other purposes than tin
doffing of wet masculine garments, for
petticoats and feminine falderals hung ,
about it. all In a faint. Indescribable per
fume, which went to Maurice Raith's head
like wine.
Gingerly the young man opened the door.
Yvette Foy stood there before him, smil
ing, a pair of slippers In her hand sml
dry stockings over her arm.
"They are my father's," she said In
an excusing tone. "You may find them
rough. All the Fame, I knitted them my
self, so I can promise you that they are
warm; and, ludeed, I have had them for
an hour or more before the fire before
bringing them down."
She nodded brightly once more, and .
turned to k. while ho stood dumbly grlig j
at herewith the stockings and slippers In j
his hands. i
Perhaps It was that wblch mailH the Rlrl I
turn her besJ over her shoulder v.ith a I
peculiarly witching smile as she stood on j
the second step of the stair. '
"Am I not a good bontess to those I I
I like?" she said. .
And tbe last part of the sentence wss !
spoken very low, snd the expression of ;
her eys st the moment would have saila- I
fled most men.' i
Then she seemed to take fright at what
she had said and' took to her heels.
Maurice Ralth could hear her pretty
little Parisian slippers clUter-clatUrinir up
1 tho stairs toward her bedroom at a great
rate. Then came the slam of a door and
silence. All the while he stood In th
blank doorway, the warm wooli n stockings
and the easy slippers In his hand, bis heart
trying In vain to beat nut Its admiration
for two gtrls at once. Hih heart was not.
so he told himself. In the least untrue to
Flower-o'-the-('oru. How could he be?
1 But he certslnly wanted Yvetie Foy very
fa TSi m TSF BY
.VI -
Hinged
much ss a sister.
(To Be Continued.)
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MADAM MARLIANI
No. 2925 Wabash Ave..
Chicago, Iu,., Oct. 20, 1901.
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Your splendid medicine strength
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