May 17, 1903.'
motsoTie will consider wto tho suitor for
her hand," he said. "I have the happiness
to believe that my addresses are not un
pleaslng to mademoiselle's father, and, that
In time mademoiselle herself may come to
look favorably upon them. If she will ac
cept of me as ber husband, I promise to do
all that any man can to give her a happy
life."
Behind the curtain Tvette smiled a
wicked smile. And the Interpretation
thereof was, "Not thus, but quite other
wise did he make love to me!"
Yet Frances Well wood, having no com
parison to make, and only utterly sick at
heart, found the young man's words not
without a certain native dignity.
"X thank you," she said, simply and sin
cerely, "you do me too great honor. Ac
cording to the custom of your country I
shall be satisfied if you settle the details of
that which is to be with my father!"
Yvette came forward slowly and with
many meaning glances flint at one and
then at the other.
"This also la according to the custom of
the country that I should be your chap
eron," she said, laughing, "but then, my
dears, I am an old married woman. I
promise you I will sit in the window with
my back to the settle and look out for my
husband.
Jean Cavalier and Plower-o'-the-Corn did
not avail themselves of the benevolent (or
malevolent) offer of madame la marchale.
For a sense of utter heaviness and desola
tion was upon them both. The future
Btretched before Flower-o'-the-Corn like to
the valley of the shadow of death.
As for Jean Cavalier, though he was about
to be married to a woman as high above
Yvette Foy as the heavens are high above
the earth, yet his heart went lingering and
longing after her.
So they sat and were silent, each of them
looking different ways.
CHAPTER XLII.
Kye and 1,1111 h.
There remained for Flower-o'-the-Corn
the pain of the greater question. She de
manded of Yvette a permit to visit Maurice
Raith. But Yvette modified her acquies
cence by a determination to be present un
seen. She simply gave directions that
Maurice Raith should be put Into one of
these "cells of observation" provided with
a "spyhole."
Maurice Raith and Flower-o'-the-Corn
were left alone. Alone, that is, save for a
pair of Interested eyes, great and dark,
which watched them narrowly from among
the rafters.
Each of these young people thought that
they had held a great secret close shut up
from the other. Maurice thought that
Flower-o'-tho-Corn did not know that he
was to die. Frances, on the other hand,
thought that she alone knew that he was
to live.
So they sat hand In hand on the seat by
the window sill. The lighting of the can
dles had almost shut out the prospect. But
still there lingered a faint luminous glow,
orange with an aerial russet through It
splashed broadly behind the Cauasea.
"Yonder," said Flower-o'-the-Corn, softly
pointing to where over the luarzac the sil
ver throne of Cassiopea glittered, "yonder
Is where we first loved each the other."
Then in a moment it came to her that she
was cruel to call up such memories consid
ering what she had come to say. But
Maurice had his answer ready.
"No, little one," he said, tenderly, "not
there, but yonder to the north under the
paws of the Bear. There is where I first
loved you one the Namur cornfield when
the cornflowers were not half so blue as
your eyes."
He sighed, thinking that he must tell her
now.
And she sighed, thinking that she must
tell him.
While above them, at her place of es
pionage, Yvette smiled a yet more bitter
mile.
.
Suddenly Frances Well wood fell down be-
Beauty Don'ts on Dress
D""",10N'T count that time lost which Is
spent In studying the effects of
i r i harmonious colors. Color Is of
f prime Importance In drees.
Don't hesitate to sacrifice a
bargain and shut your eyes to hats that are
"dreams" if you want to make a pleasing
picture of yourself.
Don't always wtar red. If you are a bru
nette, or thick blue the only color for
blondes. Reverse the order. A brunetto
can wear all the light shades of blue and a
blonde Is a symphony In bright red.
Dou't wear b!a-jk, mauve or green. If the
hair is black and the complexion swarthy.
Yellow, scarlet and pink should be chosen.
Don't choase delicate shades of pink, lav
ender and blues, except a deep navy blue,
if tao eyes are blue, the hair dark brown
and the complexion not clear.
Dea't wear pink and scarlet If the hair
Is frankly red. Green and white are the
colors. There are brown, mU and copper
tints that make a red-headed girl a model
for any artist.
Dea't wear silver, dove and mustgray tan
less yaw are a ragtag boast. These shades)
TIIE ILLUSTRATED BEE.
for Maurice, laid her had upon his knee
and burst Into tears.
"Frances Frances, what Is It?" cried
Maurice, In surprise. Have they told
youT Do you know?"
The girl's sobs alone answered him.
"Dealest, 1 do not care," he cried, losing
all dignity, "for myself 1 care nothing, so
long as you are well cared for! 1 have been
talking it over with your father!"
Frances sat up suddenly and gased at
him in amusement, the tears still running
freely down her chocks.
"Not carer' she grasped, utterly taken
aback , "if If I am taken care of. You
have been talking the matter over with
my father?"
"My dearest," he said, "believe me a
soldier has often to face as much. 1 have
stood a dosen times where now I stand.
I am a man, remember what does It mat
ter for me, a soldier, so long as you are
safe and happy!"
Flower-o'-the-Corn rose to her feet and
stood back from him. He was certainly
taking the matter but little to heart, If
be could so easily resign her to another.
He went on more firmly, assured that
she knew all..
' "After the second letter from the king."
he continued. "I could expect nothing else.
I must die-that Is all."
As he was speaking the face of the girl
had gradually run through a' whole series
of otpressions woYider, lack of compre
hension, doubt, fear, and lastly, the most
absolute terror as she realised that she had
yet all her work to do. He only knew that
he must die not that he was condemned
to live without her.
"Frances dearest be brave!" he suld,
smiling and catching her In his arms,
thinking that she was going to faint. "See
I am brave. Help me also to be brave.
For at a time like this a man always
depends upon the woman he loves. You
will not fall me, I know, my best boloved!"
There was the light of a great love on
the face of Flower-o'-the-Corn.
"No." she said; "no, as God sees me.
I will not fall you. You shall not die. I
have sworn It. I will give my life for
yours. It is accepted this our sacrifice.
The king has given his sanction. You do
not understand? And end O. I do not
know how 1 am to tell you!"
And up In the right-hand corner, behind
the dusky beams. In her hidden place of
espial, Yvette rejoiced. She felt repaid
for all her difficulties overcome, all her mis
takes. These two whom she hated were
drinking together a bitter cup, vinegar and
gall .mingled with the waters of a Ma rah
thrice embittered.
Yvette bent her head. There was thin
good about her. She had no evil to speak
about her husband.
CHAPTER XU
A Flower of Kvll.
"Then, I take It, you will marry Colonel
" Cavalier?" It was Yvette who was sneak
ing. . 'That will I never! Maurice Raith would
die first!"
"He is like to! But first you can go to
him and tell him that you you alone have
condemned him to death. And you say
that you love lilm?" she added. In a lower
tone and with concentrated irony, "why,
to save the man I loved from death I
would marry a rag-picker, a camp-follower,
a scarecrow out of the vineyards with a
yard of ragged shirt hanging out beneath
his coat aye, or with no coat at all.'!
"And what guarantee have I that his life
shall be spared. If I do marry this man?"
said Flowcr-o'-the-Corn, shrewdly.
"We will send Captain Raith into Spain
with Bill the gypsy, his servant." said
Yvette, promptly, wlio had thought the
matter over, "and once he is In safety. Bet
will come back and tell you. Then, and
not till then, you will mnrry Jean Cavalier.
Your father shall stay to do his office and
to be a hostage for your complaisance!"
"I agree," said Flower-o'-the-Corn, with
promptness. "I will marry this man to
save the life of Maurice Raith. But first
I must see him and tell him why."
not only pick out facial defects, but give
emphasis to the slightest blemish.
Don't wear black unless you are young
and fair. Black makes the skin two shade
darker snd duller.
Don't choose a hat without due delibera
tion. The value of a becoming one cannot
be calculated. It la the article of attire
more than any other which brings out the
good points, or accentuates the bad ones,
not only of eyes and hair, but of complex
ion and the shape of the bead.
Don't forget that if the bat is suited to
the wearer, ail else is forgotten and for
given.
Don't hide a small face under a picture
hat of the Gainsborough type. Choooo a
style leas pronounced la ilxe.
Dont wear a bat taming back from tho
face, if you are a long oval-faced beauty. It
makes the face look longer.
Don't Indulge in too many flowers, feath
rs and flares, If ysu poasass much nelgnt,
weight aad color. The modem Bruaobiloo
must be as taotly rigged as a yacht aad
ready te take every breexe without a loos
and a uttering.
"As to that," suld Yvete, with an nlr of
reflection, "you caa, of course, please your
self, but If you tnke my advk-e you will do
nothing of the kind. He would not believe
you."
"Of that I must take my chance," said
Flower-o'-the-Corn, sadly. "At least I can
tell him the truth."
"Then I shall see that tho Interview Is
grunted you," said Yvette. "1 will speak
of the permit to my husband."
At the same time Yvette, chief of web
spinners, was not easy In her mind as to
how the matter might lie taken by Jean -Cavalier.
But If a thing had to bo done,
Yvette did not stand upon the order of
doing. '
Her husband had, for his own comfort,
become (save In very exceptional Instances)
a man llterully under authority. And when
1..U Mareohnle put her hand upon the cotit
sleevo of the commandant of the mllit-iry
prison, and with sweet particularity of
speech whispered her wants Into his ear,
that worthy officer felt his heart stirred
as It hud not been by all the privileges of
domesticity which he had enjoyed for years.
Or again, when Madame, in dainty furs
and the prettiest boots, stood upon the
verge of a flooded dyke (at least two feet
wide and ns several Inches deep). It was
that squire of dames, the gallant Betchet,
sergeunt-niHjor and chief of the transport,
who helped her across, and neither forgot
It nor spoke of It to his dying day. These,
and such ns these, were Yvette's friends,
and In the day of need they stood closi
about her, a quick, willing, ready, devoted
array.
So when Yvette desired to speak to Mau
rice there was for her a plain road and a
ready Monsieur Betchet attending her with
his keys, and waiting decorously at the end
of the passage for her on (pa to.
So In like manner, when It was Colonel
Cavalier whose presence was desired In
the marechnle's chamber, lo! his excellency
was ready to absent himself. His soldier
servant mounted guard on tho stairs to
see that madam was In no way disturbed
Tho very guard at the door told lies for her
sake.
To Jean Cnvaller, marching and counter
marching hither and thither on the military
exercise ground down on the side of the
Tarn, almost within gunshot of his own
old outposts, there was something numbing
and strangling In the proximity of Yvette,
ths wife of Nicholas de Baumc, marshal
of France.
It was not that he had any hatred In his
heart for the woman who had made him
love her. Only his heart hud gone out to
h'er. still. And In the cool ll'tered light of
a moist spring afternoon her message came
to him.
He went as he would have gone to God's
Judgment seat, without either fear or hope,
simply because the other had come to him.
Cavalier stood facing Yvette. She ad
vanced and held out her hand. He was
growing old, though no more than 2 and
ro years of his age. His hair whs already
graying and the freshness of boyhood had
passed from his check.
He took the hand of the woman he loved,
but his Hps did net utter a sound. Only a
quiver ran through his limbs, something, as
It seemed, between a sigh and a shudder.
His eye became fixed and Immobile. Well
might this strange girl say of the Camlaurd
chief, "I hold him!"
"I have sent for you," she said, keeping
the bright spark in either eye fixed upon
him. "I have somewhat to say to you."
Cavalier bowed without speaking.
"There la a young girl here," she went
on, clearly, choosing her words. "I wish
you to marry her."
Cavalier maintained his attitude. If any
thing hla face grew paler than before, but
the difference was so slight as to be almost
Invisible. He waited further information
Hot explanations.
"For all our sakea you must carry a good
force to our king," she said. "We must not
leave the Cevennes half pacified. The Pas
tor Wellwood Is of great power among the
fanatics. You are to marry his daughter.
Habits of Common Birds
(Continued from Page Three.)
easily with the sky and there is greater
chance that the prey will be overlooked.
Birds are beset by numerous small para
sites. In addition to lice on the out side
about half of our chickens are afflicted
with tape worms on the inside and this is
true of large numbers of the wild birds.
The common bank swallow possesses tho
very human characteristic of being com
monly a prey to bed bugs. Some times
nests of this bird are literally alive with
them.
Birds vary greatly both In their manner
and power of flight. Soma can be recog- -nixed
when they are a mere speck on the
horison by their peculiarities la this
direction. When we Hush a quail and It
goes off with a great whirr and btusttr we
think that it Is a fine flyer, but if wo watch
we will see that the flight la labored and
always short. As a matter ot fact tho
quail is not a good flyer and It Is because
It Is an effort that it makes such a noise.
After flying a short distance It win Ho
down and pant being completely exhausted.
Tho cranes and herons are unfitted for
flying and one makes a very awkard figure
as It Bops slowly through the air with itm
11
By so doing you will save my husband-
more you will save me!"
"You bid me do this?-' he suld the words,
simply, like a school boy repeating his In
structions to make sure of them.
"I do bid you!" she suld as simply, with
out the least bout or emphasis. The thing
was simply final for Jean Cuvalirr and tho
woman knew It.
"But I love you. It bus not passed from
me that which I told you! It Is my
doom!" suld Cavalier.
"Tho more reason that this marriage
should take place were It only for my
sake!" Interjected Yvette. "Your mere
presence In the camp compromises my good
name!"
"But the girl" faltered Cavalier, "she
will not that Is, she muy not. I have only
seen her once or twice in the presence of
her fatlxr. And even then It seemed to
mo "
"Well, what seemed to you?" said YvcttO
sharply.
"That she loved another!"
"His name?"
"The young Englishman her country
man!" "And did It not seem to you," she added
with nn Involuntary sneer, "since your
faculties are so observant, that her a frac
tion found a return?"
"It Is difficult for me to say " answered
tho young man simply, "but such wua tho
impression which remained with me."
Yvette fastened her little sharp teeth
In her own Up and bit till a bead of
scarlet appeared upon her chin.
But she said: "This will save us sli
my honor, the mai-shul's credit, your own
Influence, tho lives of three at least and,
besides, man. are you blind? She Is beau
tiful. Certes, there are not many In Franco
Who have the refusal of so charming a
f.rlde!"
"For me it Is sufllcicut that you bid mo
marry her," be said heavily.
CHAPTER XM.
The Princes of llu' terflles.
And she sent a man' to request that
Mademoiselle Franc' a. If she had nothing
better to do, would be goon enough to
come down to the chamber of Madame la
Marechale.
She came tall, pale, of a reflned and
spirited beauty, eyes that seemed to look
through and beyond things und to see tho
InvlHlble.
"What Is It, heloved?" slid Maurice,
"you speak of saving mc of giving your
life for mine. Of that I know nothing.
"O, you do not understand you will not!"
cried poor Flower-o'-the-Corn sobbing her
heart out on his breast, "the price Is I am
to marry Joan Cavallr. They have made
me promise I am to do It to save your
life, but not till you aro safe over tho
frontier, and on nn English ship. Only I
am to remain In their hands as a hostage.
Maurice stood suddenly erect, and clench
ing his first shook it at the ununswerlng
heavens, which Indeed had little enough
to do with the matter.
"It Is that woman!" he cried fiercely.
"It serves me right!"
But Frances Interrupted him.
"You are wrong, Maurice," she said,
quietly, "if you mean Yvette; she haa
been kind more than kind. She has taken
nil the trouhle of obtaining a conditional
pardon. You will be sent under escort of
the marshal's troops over the frontier into
Spain. Your servant, Billy Marshal, and
his wife. Bet, will go with you, and as
soon as you are safe on an KngltsU ehlp
at Barcelona (where they are plenty) on
of these two will bring me hack a mes
sage that you are sate. Then 1 will will
fulfill my promise!"
She smiled up at him through her thick
ening tears.
"Do not he afraid for me," site ntld,
"he will be kind to me. He Is a good man!
I do not wish you to be grieved! That
hurts!" , '
And then, still smiling, her strength,
wonderful up to this point, failed her for
the first time.
And she fainted quietly away In his arms.
(TO BB CONTINUED.)
long legs dangling behind. Those birds)
form a sharp contrast to our hawks which
seldom flap their wings and soar rather
than fly. They sail like a kite In the air
and seldom have to move their wings, but
take advantage of the slightest wind to sail.
We have one record of a turkey buxxard
that sailed for four hours without one
flopping its wlnga As wo watch an eagle
soaring majestically in the sky we do not
wonder that It Is recognised as the king of
birds. Owls are remarkable for their silent
movements. Their wings aro so soft and
downy that they are noiseless and en able
them In the twilight to swoop upon tho un
suspecting mouse or rabbit before It knows
of Its danger. All birds that fly have tho
"keel" or sharp projection on tho front eC
the breast bono. This la for tho attach
ment of tho powerful muscles of flight.
It Is rather Interesting that tho ostrich aad
that tho birds that do not fly have this keel
lacking, and our only flying mammal, tho
bat. has the breast bone keeled.
This article has been merely a statement!
of a few well known facts. If any of tho
readers wish for practical literature on
birds, and particularly In their relation to
agriculture. It can be obtained on appli
cation to tho United States Department of
Agriculture, freo of charge.
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