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THE ILLUSTRATED 1JEE.
May 3, 190a
which log of live wood were burning,
with a slow, equable flame. Yvette had
paused at the door aa If even at that
moment she had meditated flight.
Cavalier watched her closely, but not aa
he had done in the houseplace of the Ben
Chretien. He beckoned her to come nearer.
"I would apeak with you a moment," he
aald. "1 may never thua apeak with you
again. You have gone by your choice out
of my world. I never thought to love any
woman till I saw you. I had consecrated
myeelf to God and His service."
He did not take his eyes from the girl s
face. He spoke, net In angry denunciation,
but with a certain resigned sadness almost
sweet in its intonation.
Yvetta did not answer in words, but she
did grow a shade paler aa he continued:
"It Is nothing to you a man's love," he
said gently. "I might have known it. I
ought to have known It. But that which
was but the passing of an hour to you, my
lady, waa life, death and all the hereafter
"And now," he went on, after a pause,
"having tasted of the tree of the knowledge
of good and evil that is within the garden,
I must go ontslde, where the angel awaits
me with the flaming sword that turns every
way. I go back to La Cavalierc. I will de
clare In the full assembly of the Brethren
of the Way what my advice Is. Having
partaken of the feast I will not be slack in
paying the reckoning. In a week you shall
hear from mo. In a month I shall be able
to tell you what proportion of our young
men my Influence can enlist under the ban
ner of the king of Prance to fight bia
Yvette For went up to him and took hia
hand. With a swift impulsive movement aba
lifted It to her lips.
"You are a thousand times better than
I." she aald. "Give God thanks for your
escape from me!"
The young man trembled from head to
foot. He reached out his arms toward her,
restrained himself by a violent effort, and
let his hands fall by his side. He opened
the door cf the chamber In which their In
terview had passed and went out almost
blindly, stumbling on the threshold as he
went. This tlma no bayonets were crossed
before his breast. MutVets clanged on the
pavement aa the guard turned out. Swords
flashed to the salute, and Jean Cavalier, the
baker's boy of Geneva, took hia way In the
darkness back to the little hill fortress of
La Cavalerle. This time, however, he ad
ventured forth without companion.
While Yvette Foy waa playing for the
faith and honor of the young chief of the
Camisards within the entrenched village of
La Cavalerle, on the opposite heights of
the Causae Nolr, among whose black rocks
were perched the turreted houses of St.
Veran, the three other principals of our
hietary continued to lead a quiet existence.
Of course, even in St. Veran, Maurice
Ralth was very far indeed from being Idle.
With the assistance of Billy Marshall ha
organized the fighting forces of the village,
erecting rough but strong forts among the
scattered boulders, digging trenches and
extending the defensible area on which the
cattle and sheep of the villagers must sub
sist in time of closer siege.
As usual, Mr. Patrick Well wood preached
and prayed with the utmost acceptance.
Never had such words of fire been heard in
Naturally she was more beautiful thau
ever. Something sweet, innocent and sage
disengaged itself like a perfect perfume
from every look and action.
She and Maurice were by no means dem
onstrative lovers, and she sat most often
bolide the old man, when he was not en
gaged in his ministrations among the
pooler houses of Saint Veran.
Maurice bad fulfilled his commission In
carrying out the landing of stores and
Stories of Starving
(Continued from rage Three.)
Rudyard Kipling has experienced that
form of starvation which is most common
In great centers of population living for
weeks and months at a time on an insuffi
cient amount of food. He has admitted that
he tried it for the sake of experience, and
In "The Light That Failed" he has de
scribed his feelings.
"It is not easy," says Mr. Kipling, "for
a man of catholic tastes and healthy ap
petites to exist for twenty-four days on fifty
shillings. Nor Is It cheering to begin the
experiment alone In all the loneliness of
"Dick paid seven shillings a week for his
lodging, which left him rather lesa than a
shilling a day tor food and drtnk. Half a
day'a Investigation and comparison brought
him to the conclusion that sausages and
mashed potatoes, twopence a plate, were
the best food. Now, sausages once or twice
a week for breakfast are not unpleasant. Aa
lunch, even with mashed potatoes, they be
come monotonous. Aa dinner they are im
pertinent. At the end of three days Dick
loathed sausages, and, going forth, pawned
his watch to revel on sheep's head, which
is not as cheap as it looks, swing to the
bones and the gravy. Then he returned to
rending back a dispatch, ao he felt himself
at liberty to await further orders where
he was orders which In present circum
stances would have some difficulty in reach
Only Billy Marshall and his wife Bet
mourned and longed for the floshpots of
Keltonhlll fair. The gypsy saw the great
ranges of ragged taus scattered among the
broom and whins, the larger tents for the
drinking booths, the earthen "lean-tos,"
the gayly-caparisoned "cuddles" of the
wandering tinker or the more staid saddle
bags of the packman's shcltlos. Dans of
escape floated indefinitely before his eyes,
growing more and more impossible to be
put behind him.
In the little room, which at night waa
the bedroom of Monsieur and Madame
Montbeliard and In the daytime the gen
eral place of meeting of the family, In
cluding the visitors, four friends were as
sembled, talking over ways and means.
In the window seat, naturally a little apart,
sat Maurice Ralth and Flower-o'-thc-Corn.
The lovers spoke low, with clasped hands,
leaning one toward the other like Bhooka
of corn in a harvest field.
A sharp knock came to the door. Flower-o'-the-Corn
sat up suddenly with immense
dignity. A blush vivid as a damask rose
flooded her cheeks. The distance between
herself and Maurice increased as Imper
ceptibly and mysteriously as that which
grows between the shore and a voyager
gazing over the parting vessel's stern.
Upon Billy Marshall's entrance Maurice
stood up with a quickly darkening brow.
"What do you want here?" he said, with
all the brusqueness of a lover whose tete-a-tete
has been Interrupted.
The gypsy saluted with his own alow
self-respect, the true Galloway dourness,
which passes not away with the centuries,
and which strangers find so aggravating.
"Malster Maurice," he said, "I hae bode
wl' ye as lang aa Bet and me can bide. I
maun be back on the Rhonehouae braes by
the day of Keltonhlll, and Bet maun gang
wl' me. If ye winna let us gang, we wull
Juist hae to tak' the road wantin' your
honor's valued permission."
"Billy," said Maurice, sternly, "that ia
not the way to apeak to your superior offi
cer!" "Is't bo?" inquired Billy, aa one who
asked for information. "Weel, that's a
peety, too, for it's e'en the way I spak
to my cornel In the auld sax-an'twentleth.
An' what's guid eneuch for him will hae
to do its dooms best to serve for you!"
The sudden fervor of Billy's tones inter
rupted the flow of controversial divinity
by the fireside.
"Wherefore do you speak of leaving this
haven of rest and peace?" demanded the
chaplain of Ardmillan's regiment.
"Ye may ask," said Billy, "and by the
Lord, I'bb no be alow in tellln' ye. Ye
are a learned man they tell me. Did ye
never hear tell o' Keltonhlll Fair in your
travels athwart the world?"
"I take it," said Mr. Wellwood, "it ia
your desire to depart out of this place in
order to be present at certain festivities in
your own native country of Galloway."
"Dlnna caa Keltonhlll Fair a festeevity,
man, as if it war Just a kind o' Englishy
Klrsmass of a Sant'a day like what ye
mlch see amang thae benlchted haythen.
Man, there's malr nor ten thoosend men,
forbye weemen and bairns, no to speak o
common Eerish fowk there, aud malr horses
than wad reach to Johnny Croat's standing
head to tall and to caa Keltonhlll a fes
teevity! Then the drinl:, man, ye canna
gang the first sax mile in ony direction
after the second day without sprachlin'
ower drunk fowk at every third step. And
to caa that a festeevity!"
Patrick Wellwood rose to his feet and
lifted bis right hand high in the air with
a solemn aspect.
"I am with you," he said; "I had thought
that I was called to remain and speak unto
the people. But I see few in this place
sausages and mashed potatoes. Then he
confined himself entirely to mashed pota
toes for a day, and wa3 unhappy because of
pain In hia inside. Then he thought re
gretfully of money thrown away In timee
"There are few things more edifying
unto art than the actual belly-pinch or
hunger, and Dick, In his few walks abroad
he did not care for exercise; it raised
desires that could not be satisfied found
himself dividing mankind into two classes
those who looked as if they might give
him something to eat, and those who
looked otherwise. 'I never knew what I
had to learn about the human race,' he
thought, and, aa a reward for his humility,
Providence caused a cab driver at a sau
sage ehop where Dick fed that night to
leave half eaten a great chunk of bread.
Dick took It would have fought all the
world for Ha possession and it cheered
"The month dragged through at last,
and, nearly prancing with impatience, ha
went to draw his money."
Women who have been on the verge of
atarvatlon will not apeak of it.
One woman who had been without food
for over a week waa asked: "How did
"Do cot speak of it," she replied. "I
who are not prepared -to die while. If
this be truo which this poor ignorant man
hath spoken, there remain depths of wick
edness yet to be plumbed in mine own hand.
I have a call. Yes, I will take my pilgrim
staff In hand an over pass. I will company
with you and preach the gospel at Kelton
hlll!" Hilly had gained a powerful ally. For
Frances would not once have thought ef
opposing her father when the "rail" came
upon him. Yet It was with something of
sadness that sho. looked forward to the
breaking up of the sweet aud peaceful
It was arranged that they should set out
upon tho following Monday. The route by
Switzerland was chosen, both because Pat
rick Wellwood and his daughter knew it
better, having already traveled It on their
way thither, and because a complete "uu
derpround railway" existed for sending
persons and things in and out of the Ce
vennts. On the Sabbath Patrick Wellwood
preached what was understood to be his
farewell sermon to the people of St. Veran.
His text was "A city set upon a hill can
not be hid." and the preacher spoke of their
little defenced town as Kadeah in the wild
erness where from the twice-smitten rock
the water of life had flowed out.
And In a corner Frances Wellwood sat
on a stool, with Maurice Ralth standing
erect beside her. And there were tears in
the young man's eyes, because of his love
and for those sweet first days that should
be no more.
These two went out together, and as they
followed tho dusky line of the temple wall.
Flower-o'-the-Corn put her hand upon the
young man's arm.
"Maurice, you have loved me here where
there are only poor common folk, these
peasant women! but will it be the same
when you are once again aide to my lord
"Frances," cried the young man, aghast
at something like the sound of a sob, "you
cannot think It, you cannot dream it? Waa
I not my lord's secretary, almost his com
panion, before I ever set eyes on you? Did
I ever love any woman aa I have loved
"You have told me so," aald Flower-o'-the-Corn,
with her face directed to the
"Look up, little one," he said, earnestly,
"look at me and tell me that you do not
believe this thing. These are words and
no more. Listen! I am a poor man you
will have a hundred offers from richer, bet
ter men than Maurice Ralth. My patrimony
ia but one great run for black-faced sheep.
My castle la half ruinous only a few rooms
In it are Inhabited. We shall be poor
that is, if you keep your promise and share
that poverty with me."
She smiled up at him through a mist of
tears. "Well, love me love me--keep on
loving me," she murmured. And after a
alienee she added, "And do not get tired of
telling me of it, please!"
The Healn-Gatherer'a Hat.
Th fierce mlnstral of the Rhone valley,
which parches the body and even shrivels
the Immortal soul, had ceased blowing at
dusk, and now upon borrowed horses Pat
rick Wellwood and hia daughter were pick
ing their way through the pine woods and
marshes of northern Provence, while the
other three trudged afoot, Maurice leading
Flower-o'-the-Corn'a beast in the tracks of
the guide, who stalked ahead like an
anxious heron. He waa a long man, but
toned up in leather garments, shining with
dirt and grease, and knew the ways alike
in dark and light.
The horses, which hud belonged to Pierre
the wagoner of Roehe-a-Bayard and Hoo,
stayed behind at St. Veran. The good
Montbclairda steadfastly refused to receive
tbem as a present.
"No," auid the stout Huguenot; "If the
Lord continues his providences toward Hia
was horrible. I will never talk about it."
Another, in reply to a similar question,
"I don't remember. I think I must hava
been mad." RAY T. SEAMAN.
A Girl Engineer
" Miss Alverda M. Stout of 300 Oak atreet,
Columbus, O., is a splendid sample of what
a woman can do In the field of Invention
and practical mechanics. Miss Stout is
a full-fledged engineer. She has not only
tho qualification of ability, she has tho
high authority of the state for practicing
her calling, for she has complied with ita
laws, passed tho examination with honors,
and has her engineer's license, aa legal aa
that held by any male engineer In tho
Miss Stout Is but 18 years old. In Sep
tember, 1898, she made her debut into ttt
business world as a bookkeeper In tha
Dyesville Flouring mill. But office work
didn't prove congenial, and besides tho
ambitious girl waa not able to make as
much money aa she thought aha ought to.
So abe conceived the plan of studying tho
milling business. 8o rapidly did her ap
plication fit her for advancement that ia
a short time, in spite of ber youth, she
was put in charge of the flour department.
own. and I am enabled to sell your horses
to any Advantage, I shall forward tho pries
of them to the romp of my Ixrd Marlbor
ough." As they went Maurice and Frances coa
versed in a low tone. In the marshes tar
away the bittern boomed duly all unhred.d,
while in all the ditches along whose banks
they made their devious way, certain frogs,
small and green as to their persons and
optimistic of disposition, croaked tenta
tively in tho darkness, anticipant of spring.
Their guide had been supplied to them at
their last halting place, when be had agreed
in his soft liquid-sounding Provencal speech,
to guide them safe to a rosln-gathercr'a
hut at the northeastern corner of tha
strangely rplintcrcd hulls railed the "Al
pines," which, with their white stone pin
nacles, glittered mysterlotiHly under tha
Yet It was a not unrheerful time. They
had left the doom-strlrken Cevennca behind
Soon the land of safety and of their owbj
religion would be about them. Meantime
there was the weariuem of limb and tba
prospect of rest and food In the resin
gatherer's hut on the flanks of tho rocks of
Thnt at least would be welcome, Frances
thought ah, never welcomer. For In spite
of Maurice Hatth'a sustaining hand, and his
careful management of the slow-stepping
beast, Flower-o'-the-Corn had grown deadly
tired. And as the lantern turned a moment
In the hand of tho guide upon those behind,
Maurice saw dark circles about her eyeB.
"Not much farther up there In yonder
cleft It was!" averred the guide. "A good
family yea, a man and his wife, stanch
upholders of the way. They would soon
find themselves there. They will pile, lb
twigs cf pino and fragrant junlpjr spread
the blankets and, after food partaken of,
sleep out their sleep In quletnccs."
The man and woman c.ime to their door.
There mas a red glow within and a pleasant
smell of roasting chestnuts disengaged It
self upon the night air. Maurice lifted
Frances Wellwood down. Indeed, she let
herself slide Into hia arms liko a tired
child. He carried her within.
Wine, black bread and the roasting chest
nuts constituted tho not Ignoble fare upoa
which the little company of five made out
their evening, or rather rooming meal.
Maurice made Flower-o'-the-Corn drink a
copious draft of the wine, which waa good
and strong, from the neighboring vine
yards of St. Remy.
Then they made her couch, aud Bet Mar
shall, with u crooning tenderness, covered
her up. She was asleep in five minutes.
Meantime Maurice sat by the fire and
dozed, while Patrick Wellwood, vigorous
and controversial as it he had Just awak
ened from a dream of assisting at the as
sembly of divines at Westminster, ex
pounded the great doctrine of Justification,
Maurice nodded and agreed, his mind far
away, and his eyes on the shawls in which
his love lay muffled up on her bed of pino
branches, Billy and Bet undlsgulsedly
snored, while near the door the guide and
the resin-gatherers murmured together,
wakeful as Arabs about a rampfire.
Maurice slowly raised hlmaelt at the end
Of one of Patrick Wellwood'a .lengthiest
"I will see what the morning promises,"
Maurice opened tho door. There was a
great flare of blood-red sunrise fronting
him, with black figures silhouetted tower
ing against it.
"Good morning. Anglais!" said a voice.
"We have been waiting for you. Step this
way. Our orders are not to disturb the
The house of the resin-gatherer waa sur
rounded by two companies of dragoons.
The men were sitting tbelr horses motion
less as statues, and it was tbelr figures
which the eyes of Maurice, still blinking
with the dusk and smother of the chamber,
had seen ink-black against the splashed
scarlet ot the dawn.
(TO BK CONTINUED.)
Gradually she acquired a knowledge of
machinery and mechanical devices. Ens
found that nothing fascinated her half as
much. Then she determined to learn engi
neering. Friends aought to dissuade her,
but the aspiring engineer was obdurate.
In July, 1899, she began firing, and two
months later she was entrusted with tha
responsibility of managing the entire plant.
She passed the rigid examination, pre
scribed by the state, with complete success.
The district examiner said be bad never re
ceived more Intelligent answers.
The engine Miss Stout runa Is a sta
tionary one. She dispenses with mascu
line help, shoveling her own coal, and
doing all the furnace work. Far from prov
ing a atraln thia arduous work seems to
agree with the fair engineer, and aha la aa
healthy, sturdy and charming a girl aa caa
be found anywhere.
Cost of the Challenger
Sir Thomas Llpton evidently values
Ehamrock III more highly than either ot
its predecessors of tho same name. Thai
previous Shamrocks were ins-wed for 60
000 each, but tho late t rhiUenger has)
bee underwritten at 1100,000. Of course)
these amounts are far bUow the valo
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