New Britain Herald Newspaper, July 7, 1922, Page 15

CRRAMOUCHE: ! ol P ST (Continued From Our Last Issue) It was opéned Wy a tall, slender, gracefully-proportioned man of per- haps forty. In the crook of his left arm he car- ried a fencing-mask. His keen glance played over Andre-Louls from head to foot, ‘Monsieur?" he inquired, politely. It was clear that he mistook Andre- Louis' quality, for despite his sadly reduced fortunes, his exterior was ir- reproachable, “You have a notice sieur,” he gaid. “You are come in regard te Ahat?" Andre-Louis shrugged and bhalf smiled. “Ome must live,” said h( “But come in, Take off yoww coat," ‘Des Amis said, “and let us see what you can do. Nature, at least, designed you for a swordsman. You are light, active, and supple, with a good length of arm, and you seem in- telligent. I may teach you enough for my purpose, which is that you should give the elements of the art to rew pupils. Take that mask and foil, and come over here.” He led him to the end of the room, where the bare floor was scored with lines of chalk to guide the beginner in the management of his feet. At the end of a ten-minutes” bout, M. des Amis offered him the situa- tion, and explained it In addition to imparting the rudiments of the art to beginners, he wds to brush out the fencing room every morning, keep the foils furbished, assist the gentlemen who came for lessons to dress and un- dress, and make himself generally useful. were to be forty livres a month. The position had its humiliations. But, if Andre-Louis would hope to dine, he must begin by eating his pride as an hors d'oeuvre “And so,”” he said, controlling a grimace, “the rope yields not only to ti# sword, but to“the broom as well. Be it s0.” Jt is characteristic of him that, having made that choice, he should have thrown himself into the work with enthusiasm. Bvery morning before the opening below, mon- His wages for the present| | Rafacl Sabatint | ‘ outside the Cafe de Foy, -a drawn | sword in his hand, ecrying. “To arms!" And then upon the silence of astonishment that cry imposed this young man poured a flood of inflam- matory eloquence, Enghusiasm swept the crowd, a motley crowd made up of men and| women of every class, from vagabond to nobleman, from harlot to lady of fashion, | Andre-Louis looked on, and grew agrald. This crowd, he felt, must be restrained. That hot-headed, irre- sponsible stutterer would have the town fin a blaze by night unless some- thing were done The young man, Camille Desmoulins, later to become famous, leaped down from his table still waving his sword, still shouting. “To arms! Follow me!" Andre- Louis advanced to occupy the impro- vised rostrum .und came suddenly face to face with a tall man beau- tifully dressed. Thus face to face, each looking into the eyes of the other, Then Andre- Louis laughed. “That fellow, too, has a very dan- gerous gift of eloquence, M. le Mar- quis,"” he said. “Gallows-bird!" he was answered. “I shall tell the Lieutenant-General that you are to be found in Paris." “My God, man!" cried Andre-Louis “Will you talk like that of Lieuten- ant-Generals when Paris itself is likely to tumble about your ears or take fire under your feet?" A rush of men hurtled against him, swept him along with them, do what he would, separating him from M. de La Tour d'Azyr, so oddly met. Bloodshed there was that day in Paris. On the Place Vendome a de- tachment of dragoons awaited the crowd out of which Andre-Louis had | slipped. The horsemen swept down upon the mob, dispersed it. The victims were taken up and borne thence, and amongst them was Bertrand des Amis, himself—like all who lived by the sword—an ardent upholder of the noblesse, trampled to death under hoofs of foreign horse- men launched by the noblesse and led by a nobleman. | had NEW BRITAIN DAILY HERALD, FRIDAY, JULY 7, 1922. BESSE-LELAND CO. Summer aREAL WOMAN Sparkling with vl vacity and spirits; glowing with vital- ity s and owning & complexion that any schoo' miglt cavy. Tt Is easy te Live a soft velvety skin free from! blemish, rosy cheeks and well tormed neck and shoulders. Dvery. one knows how yeast builds health and vital- ity, clears the skin, fills out the hollow places and puts good firm flesh just where it needed. And the eecret “ironization” pro. cess used eolely in IRONIZED YEAST en- ables the yeast to produce its results twice I | as quickly, Get IRONIZED YEAST from | you‘: druggist today. 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Both turned, half the room between them at the moment, and beheld Aline in one of the long, open win- dows, arrested there in the act of en- tering the garden, Aline in a milk- maid bonnet of the latest mode, though without any of the tricolor embellishments that were so common- ly to be seen upon them She was coming toward him now with outstretched hands, a heightened color in her cheeks, a smile of wel- come on her lips. He bowed low and kissed her hand in silence. “Uncle,” Aline said, leaving Andrs and crossing to M. de Kercadiou, “you make me ashamed of you! To allow a feeling of peevishness to overwhelm all your affection for Andre!" “I have no affection for him. 1 had once. He chose to extinguish it He can go to the devil and please ob- serve that I don't permit you to in- terfere.” Andre-Louis shrugged his shoul- ders and hung his head He had come there so jovously, in such yearn- ing, merely to receive a final dismissal. He looked at Aline. Her face was pale and troubled but her wit failed to show her how she could come to his assistance. His excessive honesty burned all his boats. She answered his look by a glance at her furious uncle, a faint shrug, and a lift of the eyebrows, dejection the while in her countenance. It was as if she said “You see his mood. There is nothing done.” He bowed with the singular grace the fencing room had given him and went out by the door. *'Oh, it is cruel!” cried Aline, in a stifled voice, her hands clenched, and to be! | \ | «|should be so. “Tell me Andre.' She' paused, as| it in some difficulty, and then went on, her eyes upon the ground: ‘“Tell| me-—~the truth of that event at the| Feydau," | The request fetched a frown to his| brow. He suspected at once the thought that prompted (t. Quite simply and briefly he gave her his version of the affair. | “That is much what I was told," she sald. "But It was added that M. | do La Tour d'Azyr had gone to the theater expressly for the purpose of | breaking finally with La Binet, Do you know if that was so?" | “T don’t nor of any reason why it | La Binet provided him | the sort of amusement that he and his kind are forever craving 2} | “Oh, there was a rcason,” she in- | terrupted him “1 was the reason I spoke to Mme. de Sautron. I told | her that T would not continue to re- | celve one who came to me contami- | nated in that fashion." She spoke of it with obvious difficulty, her color rising as he watched her half-averted | face, | “M. de Sautron conveyed my de-| cislon to him, and afterwards repre- | sented him to me as a man in despair, | repentant, ready to give proofs—any proofs—of his sincerity and devotion to me He told me that M. de La| Tour d'Azyr had sworn to him that he would cut short that affair, that he| would see La Binet no more. And | then, on' the very next day I heard of | his having all but lost his life in that riot at the theater.” | “Oh, if M, de La Tour d'Azyr has sworn . ' Andre-Louis was laugh- ing on a bitter note of sarcasm. Either she did not hear or did not heed him. | “You do not of vour own knowl- | edge know that it was& not as M. de Lo Tour d'Azyr asserts—that he went to the Feydau that night?" “I don’t,”" he admitted course, possible, But matter?" “It might matter. Tell me; became of La Binet after all?" “I don't know." | “You don't know?" She turned to consider him. “And you can say it with that indifference! I thought I thought you loved her, Andre." “So I did for a little while. I was| mistaken. It required a La Tour| d’Azyr to disclose the truth to me. | They have their uses, these gentlemen. | They help stupid fellows like myself to perceive important truths.’ They had reached the wrought-iron gates at the end of the avenue.| Through these they beheld the wait- | ing yellow chaise which had brought Andre-Louis. From near at hand came the creak of other wheels, the beat of other hoofs, and now another | vehicle came in sight, and drew to a standstill. The lady who occupied teh carriage, perceiving Aline, waved to her and issued a command. | CHAPTER 1V. | The footman opened the door, let- ting down the steps and proffering his | arm to his mistress to assist her to alight. She was a woman of some- thing more than forty, who once must | have been very lovely, who was very lovely still with the refining quality | that age brings to some women. Her dress and carriage alike advertised | great rank . | “I take my leave here, since have a visitor,” said Andre-Louis. “But it is an old acquaintance of ! your own, Andre. You Pemember Mme. la Comtesse de Plougaste] 2" He looked at the approaching lady and because she was named to him “It is, of does it what | you | He must, Women’s Clearance Sale Coats, Suits and Dresses 1-2 Price THE COATS $5.43-$37.43 Men’s Clothing Our $20 to $50 Suits now $16.75-$39.75 THE SUITS 4.93-$29.93 v Boys’ Clothing Boys’ Wool Suits $4.85-$14.85 ter at THE DRESSES $4.93-$22.43 Girls’ Dresses (4t0 16 yrs.) $1.45 Tremendous savings on every floor and in every department— Clothing of every sort for the whole family. You will do much bet- BESSE-LELANDS —— —————— e shaken his nead in silent refusal, and there had been no further question of such a thing And then said goodby to him-——the thing flood ing back to him now—there had been tears in her eyes “Think of me sometimes, Andre- Madame checked ing her for a moment breathless. And then the voice—the well-re- membered rich, musical voice—richer and deeper now than of yore, repeated his name Andre-Louis Quintin was in his assumptions. He saw the surprise ripple over her face, | was pleased to when she taking with it some of her color, leav- not?" see him again, was he “So pleased, shown me the Louis. SAhY Y madame, that jie has door,” said Andre- She frowned, conning him jPReeprapsbiticrmindon nepacognizsCier; e [ ouis,” had been her last words. |still with those dark, wistful eyes of “80 PLEASED, MADAME, THA SAID ANDRE-LOU1S. T HE HAS SHOWN ME THE DOOR,” of the academy, the master would fence for half an hour with his new assistant. Under this really excel- lent tuition Andre-Louis improved at a rate that both astounded and flat- tered M. des Amis. He would have been less flattered and more astounded had he known that at least half the secret of Andre-Louis’ amazing pro- gress lay in the fact that he was de- vouring the contents of the master's library, which was made up of a dozen or so treatises on fencing by great masters. At the end of a month it suddenly dawned upon M. des Amis that his assistant had developed into a fencer with whom it became necessary to exert himself if he were to escape de- feat. “I said from the first,”” he told him one day, ‘that Nature designed you for a swordsman."” “To the master be the glory,” said Andre-Louis. His relations with M. des Amis had meanwhile become of the friendliest, and he was now beginning to receive from him other pupils than mere be- ginners. M. des Amis, a chivalrols, open-handed fellow, rewarded his zeal by inereasing his wages to four louis a month. CHAPTER IL Andre-Louis was in the gardens of the Palais Royal, the universal ren- dezvous, on that Sunday morning in June when the news of Necker's dis- missal spread, carrying with it dismay and fury. He beheld a slight young man with a pock-marked face leap to a table — ————— - ——— Putnam Coftee~ Saves the day | To Andre-Louis four men i of the| people brought that body of one of | the earliest victims of the revolution that was now launched in earnest. CHAPTER III. The ferment of Paris which, during the two following days, resembled an armed camp rather than a city, de- layed the burial of Bertrand des Amis | until the Wednesday of that eventful week. Andre-Louis succeeded to the | fencing school in which he was him- | self so well established as an in- structor. And so, one fine day in early| | August, he recetved a visit from Le | Chapelier. "I have news for you, Andre. Your | godfather is at Meudon There have been fresh disturbances in Brittany.” Not until Sunday was Andre-Louis able to satisfy a wish which the im- | patience of the intervening days had converted into a yearning. Dressed with more than ordinary care, his head elegantly coiffed—Andre-Louis mounted his hirea carriage, and drove out to Meudon. It was into the presence of a peev- ish and rather somnolent M. de Ker- cadiou that Andre-Louis was ushered. He was unannounced, as had ever been his custom at Gavrillac. “What do vou want here?"” growled M. de Kercadiou *No more than to kiss your hand, monsieur my godfath," and Andre. Louis, submissively, bowing his sleek black head. “You can't You'll never make me understand how you came to render yourself so odiously notorious in Brittany." “Ah, not odiously, monsieur!" “Certainly, odiously. It is said even that you were Omnes Omnibus, though that I cannot, will not be- land your friends. leve."” “Yet it is true.” | M de Kercadiou choked. * And you confess it? You dare to confess {t?" | “What a man dares to do, he| should dare to confess—unless e isa| coward.” “Oh, and to be sure you were very, brave, running away each time after you had done the mischief, turning comedian to hide yourself, doing more mischief as a comedian, provoking a riot in Nantes, and then running away again, to become God knows what—someth§ng dishonest by the af- fluent look of you. My God, man, I tell you that in the past two years [ have hoped that you were dead, and you profoundly disappoint me that you are not!"” He beat his hands to- gether, and raised his shrill voice to call—"Benoit."” “Benoit, the door. M. Andre-Louis| Moreau to the door!’ arrested “Aline!"” her uncle's voice her. ‘““Where are you going He called after her, imperiously commanding her return. But Aline— dutiful child—closed her ears lest she must disobey him, and sped light- footed across the lawn to the avenue, there to intercept the departing Andre-Louis. As he came forth wrapped in gloom, she stepped from the bordering trees into his path. “Alinei"” he cried, joyously almost. “I did not want you to go like this," she explained herself. “I know that his great soft heart will presently melt. He will send for you, and he will not know where to send.” “You think that?" “'Oh, I know {t! You arrive in a bad moment. He is peevish and cross-grained, poor man, since he came here He wearies himself away from his beloved Gavrillac. Brittany, ou must know, was becoming too unsafe. The chateau of La Tour d'Azyr was burned to the ground some months ago. And for this and his present discomfort he blames you But he will come round presently. And then we shall want to know where to find you." ‘At number 13, Rue du Hasard.” To Make 80 Glasses of Snappy Sparkling Root Beer! 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Very gently had she allayed those fears of his, and by some mysterious enchantment she had | completely enslaved his regard. | For three days whilst she had been | at Gavrillac, he had gone daily to the manor, and so had spent hours in her | company. A childless woman with the maternal instinct strong within her, she had taken this precociously intelligent, wide-eyed lad to her heart “Give him to me Cousin Quintin,” he remembered her saying on the last of those days to his godfather. ‘“Let me take him back with me to Ver- sailles as my adopted child.” But the Seigneur had gravely T EEEEEEEE e EE I e EEEE But all was vividly remembered now upon beholding her again, after sixteen years, profoundly changed and matured, the girl sunk in this worldly woman with the air of calm dignity and complete self-possession. Yet, he insisted, he must have known her anywhere again Aline embraced and then answering the glance with faintly raised that madame was directing Aline's companion— “This is Andre-Louis,” she “You remember Andre-Louls, dame?" her affectionately questioning eyebrows toward said ma- “Andre-Louis!" Her manner of uttering it suggested | that it awakened memories, memories perhaps of the departed youth with which it was associated “But, of course I remember him,” | she said at last, and came toward him, putting out her hand. He kissed | it dutifully, submissively, instinctively. | “And this is what you have grown into?" he appraised him, and he flushed with pride at the satisfaction in her tone He seemed to have gone back sixteen years, and to be again the little Breton lad at Gavrillac. She turned to Aline. “How mistaken m [0 ] ] ] [ "~ WORLDS LARGEST" AND WORKMANSHIP THESE VERY LATEST NUMBERS Many Styles For Less | hers. 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