The Seattle Star Newspaper, November 4, 1916, Page 4

Member ef the The Se Kot At Beattie wi By mail, cut of city, ene year, 11.80; By carrier, Newspapers attle Star per month Published Dasiy By The Stag Pu Phone Mate i Autumn, 1916, in A HE fall is here. The keen air nips shrewdly. 4 and the persimmon. ‘The main work of the year is de ‘ corn and wheat and oats have been harvested. They hav re barns or sent to the markets, where they are bringing top 4 busy about their farms, repairing fences, oiling machines, Everywhere there are peace and prosperity and happiness. normal lives, and the womenfolk, whose happiness is bound up with theirs, likewise are leading their normal lives It might have been very different. Way to anger or emotion, and— Q The countryside would present a different story ; would be untilled. On others, the crops would be rotting merica The frost is often on the pumpkin one. The bountiful crops of ve either been stored in the prices, The young men are looking after their stock Men are leading their A little slip at Washington, a little giving Many of the broad, fat acres in the fields, unless the old men and the crippled, and the women and children, made effort to harvest them. No rounds of rifle shots and no boom of cannon woulc Dm serted lands, but the war feeling would be there just the same { be heard on the man-de- For the young men, the young, strong, industrious men, who are the pride and deserts of sun-stricken Mexico. of them would have faces torn out of all resemblance the blind. quiring why Daddy did not come back home to you. The issue in the present national campaign, striped o! idly getting down to this simple question Shall ughes? we stic enigma? tories, will be: “We want Wilson, and peace!” _ An Opportunity for This State E HE election of Mrs. Frances C. Axtell to congress in the 3 Second congressional district would not only give us a forward-looking legislator in place of Congressman Hadley, M@ reactionary, corporation representative and former brewery Pattorney, but would be of untold advantage to this state in "Many other ways. Mrs. Axtell would be the first woman in any national making body in the world. Our Chambers of Commerce d Commercial Clubs spend thousands of dollars to adver- the Northwest, to advertise Washington. Mrs. Axtell’s tion would focus the attention of the whole country, if the world, upon the state of Washington True, that alone would not be sufficient argument to elect . But, in addition, remember that she has had experience a member of the state legislature, that she is a remarkably d woman, that she is intelligent and liberal minded, and tes narrow ‘partisanship. She has the qualities for a good . If you are in her district, you have opportunity serve not only the district but the whole state in electing iss. Frances C. Axtell, progressive democrat. Every community has a lot of Tom Thumbs who think they are Goliaths ' The tires of one’s ambition may be punctured by } broken resolutions. a Bread Famine Coming? a AMES A. PATTEN, the “wheat king,” is authority for the statement that the United States expect $2 and an actual flour famine in the spring, unless an © is placed on wheat and other grains. ‘As long as the country continues to sell wheat abroad,” gays, “the price will continue,to rise. We shall have $2 without a doubt and there is no knowing how much her it may go. Along in the spring it will not be a ques- tion of what is the price of flour, but have you got any? “In ordinary times the only thing that saves us from a tage of wheat is that when the price goes up above a ity with other markets, exportation ceases the price seems to make no difference—the higher it goes, the they buy. “As to an embargo, it appears to me the government will e to take some action, whatever it may be. Before very must et - ig flour will be so high that a tremendous row will be} p the war, and I am not sure that even that would do it. @ther man. His words would come as a dire warning to | interest in the course of wheat prices was not so well known | As it stands, it is impossible to know, from this statement, whether the warning is in good faith, or whether he is boost- 4 to clean up millions on the decline. Whitewashing a reputation won't remove the stench of a rotten life. The world is easy to deform and hard to reform. Some people won't let the devil take a vacation. From the frozen north to the blazing tropics aker’s Cocoa is apie - Walter Baker & CoLid ESTABUSHED 1780 DORCHESTER, MASS, (Paid Advertisement) To All Voters 1 will appreciate your support in the election next Tuesday Joseph P Tracy Democratic Candidate for COUNTY ASSESSOR the hope of the farming counties of the state, would be far away Maybe in the sodden ditches of wet Flanders. Some “Jim” Patten certainly knows more about wheat than any | B dustry mB rounds out Maybe in the to those of human beings. Some would be armless and legless, and some would be suffering the eternal night of And everywhere in this land there would be grayhaired men silently mourning for their sons, and wives weeping for their husbands, and little boys and girls pitifully in- So you sce war isn’t such a glorious thing when you !magine it brought home It is a terrible thing; a blasting thing; an accursed thing f all outside matters, is rap- Shall we continue to have peace and pros- ity with Wilson, or shall we take a chance on war and sorrow and want with to Wilson, whom we know, or turn to Hughes, the great We believe the answer from the farms as well as from the shops and the fac- Editor’s Mail FEAT “WET” BILLS | To the Editor: Let us stand to: gether, as we stood two years ago, when by ballot we banished for lever the saloon from the state of | Washington. Vote against Noa. 18 and 24. Ask any employer tn the state of Wash ington what effect the present dry law has bad on his employes; he will tell you they are alwa: time, their brains are clear and free from the effects of beer, wine and whisky Ask the grocer, the butcher, the clothier, the shoe man, and all have the same answer. Money that to be spent for r, wine an jwhisky ts now used to pay bills, lbuy clothing, shoes, food, ete. | At present the employes get |thetr checks cashed at the grocery store, at the butcher's, They used to get them cashed at the liquor than @ dim, {ll-defined shadow tn | below, | A Novel |A Week “The Bride’s (Continued Fom Our Last tesue) ‘0, but likely to be, aaless we oxen this helmet and give him alr, his is the clasp here, ts it nott this leather thing? Faith, ‘tis as hard as iron,” Her hands helped me, and the| prisoner stirred, and gave utter: ance to a groan, the rusted buckle ily to our combined but efforts, leven then it was a task to press back the face of the helmet. | The movement aroused the man |to consciousness, or else it pained | him into expostulation, for he) swore @ round oath, and made & |vain effort to eit up, I helped by |bractng my shoulder under him, jand the starlight gave me an un- satiafactory glimpse of his face, | “Unioose the old tron!” he sald heartily, striving to make me out STAR—SATURDAY, NOV. 4, surzeneennsegnnany guteraeeeesessgaseneeeeennsseztezésy Next Week By | MRB. A. M, WILLIAMSON jthru the darkness, but evidently unaware of the near presence of | the girl “Come, my food fellow, help me out of the cursed thing.” | | row does it open, friend? 1) asked, feeling in vain for some) clasp. I can find nothing to lay | hold upon.” Saint Agnes! how should 1 know? There's a catch there some where. Ay! in the back, or side. | The affair went together easily enough; just a click, and T was trussed up like a fowl, Turn me over, and you may find the spot. | Heaven preserve me! What's| here’—a woman?” “Yea,” I said rather shortly, not altogether pleased with hia tone of command, “A woman, and it might be well for you to mind your | words,” | “PIE! he returned carelessly; ‘ttle anything I may say will hurt her, I magine. If «be consorte| {with these ruffians Now see here,” I broke tn rough-| ly enough to hush him. “You are not talking to any of La Porte's gang. Lie ettll—here is the clasp.” He did, and I took off the heavy) itplate “See what you can do with the) rest of the harness. This is no itime for talk,” | Able to attain his feet once more, all the natural audacity seemed to return. | “Ian't it? he sneered, hin tone/ ly enough. You've done me a good t but no ragamuffin of an outlaw can tell me to keep still.” | If you refer to me,” I returned |coldly, but with Inclination to throt-| tle him, “you waste breath with your threats. f am no outlaw, but} a French officer.” egy low came you here?” The story con wal Enough that | am what I claim to be And the woman?” | A bigh born lady of France, for jwhore honor 1 would fight you most gladly, Monsieur.” | He turned toward her, no more) br 1916. PAGE 4 Hero” her shoulder, "IT have every trust in Arthur Shea,” CHAPTER XVII. The Attack The Chevalier’s presence in the castle was easily enough explained He had been sent afisid and captured by La Porte's gang. As we pieced his story and that of Mademoiuselle’s together there was little doubt that his cap ture was also a part of the plot To serve what purpose we could not decide, unless as a last resort to make the girl yield to de Saule to her brother's life, There was also little doubt that Louts knew and approved the entire dastardly plan. D’Enville had escaped hin prison by overpowering the guard who brought him food, The man was evidently only stunned, for he had disappeared when the dwarf and I reached the cell, This probably ac counted for de Saule's knowledge of d'Enville’s escape, The Jailer had told The Chevalier had donned the armor to frighten the ruffians by playing ghost, but had avoided all of them and succeeded In fright ening only us. He had not known of de Saule’s identity until we told him, but he had recognized the/ castle and knowing its history had put It to account. The two tales pleced together, 1 began to plan for some further action, for it must be now near dawn. There was little doubt that Gospele would be discovered and released. He knew the secret door and passage and would lead the group thither. 1 glanced at demoiselie, the | outline of her sweet face barely | visible, | “You , a’Enville, there te no! other way down?” “Only that I found none, and 1| searched as best I could.” | “There may be @ secret way, not to be uncovered tn the dark. "Twas) mere luck that revealed the other, the stone left ajar, However, it ts plain there fs but one plan left us Chevaller, and that is to those stairs yonder until gives us @ chance to search. He glanced about uneasily “You believe they may discover the passage?” “"Tig my reasoning that de Saule will prowl about until he finds that) rascal of a dwarf locked up where left him. The fellow undoubtedly knows the secret of those stairs The rest is plain, Monet for you know de e. Are you armed?” He laughed, and stooped down grasp the ancient broadsword at feet. “Only with this neat weapon.” We were careless, | admit, idling there in talk, when our effort should have been to make secure our defense against those villains Yet there was nothing to houses and were obligated to pur| the gloom, and bowed low, with ex cause alarm, no sound even of chase beer, wine and whisky for jthe accommodation, They now buy flour, spuds, meat, clothing, and, In some cases, antomoDtiea, Ask mother, she knows what her home has been {n the past two years, since the curse of beer, wine and whisky has been eliminated Let us stand and vote together, ax we did two years ago, and our votes will bring more comfortable homes more well-fed and better-clothed children; wifebeating will be un known; less divorces, fewer mur ders; less suicides, less auto acet- dents, empty asylums and fewer jails and penitentiaries, and lower taxes, Vote againeat Nos, 18 and 24. TRAVELING SALESMAN. WHY STATE WANTS WILSON Organized Jabor is solid for Wil 3ut this year|son decauso he is the first presl-| dent of the United States to so | dignify labor as to create for labor ja place in the national cabinet Thus he considers labor more than ,& commodity or a bit of merchan dine. The farmers of Washington real {ize that Wilson, by bia prompt and “The only way I know to stop an advance in price is to| steadfast action saved their crops|to be my way. from waste by averting the im- pending railroad strike and tleup of all the arteries of commerce. | Moreover, he gave the farmers them independent of joan sharks. | The lumber the private and shingle Inter ‘ jests are turning to Wilson because | y 4 the embargo on wheat to hammer the market and enable/he has taken out of politics the|it happen? You | question of the tariff. The repub. licans have been for 16 years | promising to pass a law creating a tariff commission so as to adjust the tariff in a scientific and busi ness-like manner. But they broke their pledges The women of Washington are for Wilson because he has main- |tained peace. America is bounding with a prosperity abundant before. The Seattle Star is for Wilson because {t is progressive; because it advocates the betterment of #o- celal and economic conditions; be- cause Wilson can say to the pro- gressives of 1912, “Here ts forward never #0 to be the ‘Greatest Pill of Human Rights since the Magna-Charta,’ and the present administration has put your platform thru the leg lative 4 mill and here it is now a finished product in the form of the living law.” id Th butiding up of our Puget sound navy yard, the development of railroads in Alaska, uniting that great empire of the North with B the trade and commerce and in of this state, just about the reasons why the te of Washington ought to make vote unanimous for Wilson THOMAS J. CASEY. BOYCOTT ON FOODS itor The Star 1 saw your piece In the paper last night about the price of potatoes, and, in fact, everything that we eat, being so high and still going higher. What is the laboring man going to do? These high prices are not the result of shortage of food products By their own admissions, trusts, combines and corporations are exporting to Europe (and mak ing a fat thing of it), the things we must have at home, Consequently, if we obtain any of it we have to pay three prices for it The Seattle Star is about the only your | platform, which you then declared | tho! cess of gallantry. Then he fronted me again, «nd laughed “By Gad! I have it! A French | officer, say you? I thought I knew/| that voice! Are you Shea, of the! \Irish Srigade?’ | “Tam, I a red, til] on my ‘guard, for the actions of the man puzzled me. “But let's have done with this masquerade, Monsieur, and find out if we are to be friends or foes, There is a lady here who needs defenders.” Hie flung the last of the heavy armor aside, tarning toward where she stood with a low bow. “A duty in wh I have never been known to fall, my hot-headed Irish friend,” he said almost gayly. What say you ff I name myself Charles @’Enville? | Only that I sincerely thank! |God,” I replied. “I do not under stand, but I am glad.” “No doubt of that, and to my surprise ho cordially extended his nd eword. “And it was no fault of your The blow was for the eart, had it not encountered a dec- tion, which turned it into a sh wound. However, it was a falr fight between comrades, and no doubt I spoke harshly— pt lat's have done |with the memory of it, and turn to cur task, Monsieur, The lady is jone you know?” | “I call her friend, Monsieur, and ‘America to prepare against an actual bread famine, if his own|the Rural Credit law, which makes) your siste:.” | He wheeled. The very sound of {his voice took on @ new tone. “My sister, you say? Camille, ‘ou—you here! Tell me, how does were in Paris three days ago.” | She clung to him sobbing, while; I told the story. IYEnville stood motionless, his eyes turning from my obscured face toward his sister, as tho he would assure himself. | “He has served you?" if | he asked nally, his tone hard and insistent, | For answer, she crossed to me, jand held out both hands, | “He is a true man,” she sald jaimply, glancicg backward across | paper in Seattle with any common | | horse sense, that has views favor- |ing the laboring class of people, d I am going to appeaj to you, asa starter, to begin a nation wide| What I am tonight, I am—tomor-| ingolently, “a fine name for a lot boycott on all possible eatables,and | row, what I may be. There is in| of beggarly bog trotters. No doubt force the price of everything down| the shops of Paris, a changeable| you came over seas to sell your to where a laboring man can exist,| Weave of silk called Camille, at/gword with not so much as a rag and (shall I dare say it?) lay up| Bight it ts rose-tinted, and by day|to your back. A rare joke on the! a little for a “rainy 4. | golden brown, I am Camille] King, that. And now you're squire | It is an established fact that any | d’Enville; to those who know me|of dames! And to what reward? A} and all corporations, factories, ete,, do not Intend that their Inborers | | shall accumulate any money, except | barely enough to live on tempor. | arily while they are working, I will venture to say that, take any fac |tory, mill, store or any kind of cor-| poration, if any of these should shut | down indefinitely there Is not one} man out of one hundred that would | Whose very presence I had forgot-| tighting in deadly earnest. have enough money lald by to last | jhim two weeks! These trusts, ete, are grabbing | all of the good things now, and It is |time for the laborers to act It will be hard for a time, but it is certain, if we don't buy their stuff, they will have to lower the | price, as an inducement to us tol buy it. We can make them come to our door if we all will only stick together. A lot of the stuff we eat is not} absolutely necessary, Let every one make up their minds to do without just as much as possible. Just think what the enormous amount this would make all over the entire United States! G, R. WRIGHT, | Wilburton, Wash, | Mademoiselle. voices in the still night The ‘thought that Gorpele released might know the secret of the stone door, | and lead de Saule to the roof, was no more than & suspicion, and, if the men did discover the stair, thetr advance upward would surely never | be a silent one, , | Resides, the reckless nature of | @'Enville had effect on me. He was an older man, a more expert enced soldier, an officer of higher rank. To my suggestion that we stand on guard, he but laughed and whispered some message to which might have been reflection on my courage, At least the supposition served to heat my blood, and silence my tongue. Had two men been alone words might have led to quarrel, for there was an Insolence about the fellow that rasped me, My hand gripped my sword bh a hot re tort on my Hpe—Dbut she was his} sister, and I loved her 1 walked away from them into the deeper shadow of the wall She must have understood, for a/ moment later her shadow left his} side, and came si! y toward me. “Monsteur,” she said softly, “It is only his way; he was ever care leas of and he {ts my| brother “1 shall not forget, but it is a! mystery how you two are of the| samo blood. Surely he has no| more cause for arrogant pride than you?” | “Lam of the court; he, the camp the environment develops differ. | ent characteristics, Monsteur.” True enough, no doubt; yet never did I suppose the court of! Louis to be overstocked with mod-| esty, or a school for ntleness.” Nor is it, M she re) turned soberly. “Nor am I a flower| of such rare excellence. I am not| devoid of pride, perchance even of arrogance Tis not an angel, but} a woman, Monsieur, whom you have succored, a woman of moods. | Tonight | am your friend—tomor.| row—"* | She paused, and I bent down, and kissed her hand | Tomorrow you will still be te! me, at least, Camille d’Enville. 1) am not afraid.” i} “Tomorrow will be a new day. | well that !s answer enough.” | “But do they know you?” They think they do, Monsieur. The truth ts for you to learn, yet Charles has always called me a | will o’ the wisp, and one's brother | | should know, Monsieur.” | 1 glanced at the dimly revealed | figure of the silent Chevalier, | ten. He was apparently kneeling on the roof, altho I could not de. termine what it was that occupied | his attention so closely. Indeed I} had no time in which to discover, | for even as I glanced that way 1/ beheld a moving figure behind him | then another, and a third, CHAPTER XIX Tho Fight for Life At first glimpse I failed to sense the reality of those spectral fig- ures, half believing them visionary. Then Mademoiselle gave utter: ance to a gasp, grasping my arm in terror, and I saw d’Enville rise to | his feet, the great broad-sword lifted in both hands, The situation came to me in a flash—they had discovered the mechanism of the |ehot—keep it to the last | staggered to my feet secret door, De Saule was among | them, and Gospele, and the giant Guleteau, no longer fearful of ghost nd dragging their coward.) ly crew dlong by threat and promine, “Back hore, a'Enville!” [ eried) desperately, thrust! Mademot- | selle behind me, “Not in the open! | you have no chance there; come back here.” | I could see the turn of hin head, | the swift glance he cast toward where | stood shielding the girl. | “Ay! in a minute, but not till 1! leave my mark. Ah! I see you now, you black renegade.” | It was such swift action I could | searce tell what happened, Had 1) deemed best I could searce have} been of ald, but my plain duty was | to remain where | was, crouched | in the angle of the wall, the girl behind me, my sword blade ready D'Enville cut and thrust Ike a demon, wielding bis ancient weap on with both hand The great two-handed sword crashed and fell, | rose again and was swept down with remorsele power, Twice the dark shadows of bodies on the roof broke before him He killed, but he paid. I saw! the flash of a knife buried tn his aide, a glare of flame lit the hor rid scene & pistol flared, a dying man clung to him in frenzied | agony, Once more the huge sword | swept in deadly circle--then he tottered, and went crashing for ward, bis head against the st | And now it was I-—T alon I was not meeting that onrush like! & mad fool, where they must front | me, ‘Twould be a fair fight, and they held me a swordsman, even in the army of France. “Here, take this,” I sald to Mademolaelle, thrusting my pistol into her hands, “There but one “Yes, Monsieur,” the voice firm, assured, “Are we left alone’? Is Charles dead?” “He fell; and whether dead or alive, is out of it. They are com- ing now.” | 1 could see the fellows, yet they} were so bunched, the dim light con. fused my vision, and ‘twas hard to guess how many held thelr feet. 1 made it four beside the leaders. That which followed wan so swift) | my own eyes, impulse dropped from her lips. ! ‘Oh, Monsieur! it has terrified me #0 to see you. I knew not what to do. There are wounds, for you bleed.” “Mere scratches, Mademoiselle, to be healed by a dash of water. Your hand again till I gain my feet ah! see, the old strength will be mine presently.” She clung to me, and I reeled a bit unsteadily, conscious of pain, my mind still dazed and uncertain Yet a thrill stirred my blood, Ay! it had been a fight worthy of any soldier, a tale of arms worth telling in camp or court. D’'Enville had left his deadly mark ere he fell, and I had borne my part well “Your brother, Mademolselle?” 1 asked, my lps trembling. “Does he still live?” “I know not, Monsieur, 1 think Charles is dead-—-he lies motion- lew He rested with his face buried on one arm, the very posture expres sive of death, yet I passed the nar- row space between, stepping over a ragged peasant, and looked closely He is dead, Monsieur?” “Yes," soberly, “But as he would have wished to die.” She was staring at him, leaning forward, her face white, her hands shading her eyes. Then she crossed before me and knelt down, making the symbol of the cross. It was eo still about us I could hear the thudding of my heart, and the ghastly forme lying here and there were grim reminders of the| horror of a moment before. 1 could | scarcely believe the testimony of} that these men were | actually dead—that d’Enville and 1) had met them sword to sword, and conquered A shudder ran over me, and my head throbbed with a dull pain Then I became conscious that} Mademoiselle had risen from her knees, “Monsieur to do now?" “In truth.” I replied, ashamed of myself, and seeking for words of encouragement, “you are the sol what—what are we dier, I the girl, 1t would seem. 1/ was moping here with a brain/ paralyzed. What shall we do,/ Randall Copyrt py ae Meciur rissisisiiss MMRccstitsssssssotensed A Novel A Week By Parrish 1914 ‘ «a & Co. ght I leaned out over the wall, and looked again. They were indeed Royal Irlandats—and we were safe! My one thought was regret—it would mean our parting never to moet again! The barrier of rank rose Inevitably between us, enforce ing separation and a life apart, She, the daughter of the Marquis | @’Enville, would go back to the court, leaving me to the old life of camp and field. The dream was done. I felt the Nght touch of her hand on my sleeve, and Hifted my eyes to her face. “What is it, Monsieur? not glad,” “For your dear sake, yes, Made- molselle,” I answered gravely. “I rejoice at your safety. But surely you must realize what this will mean? You will return to Parts, and resume your position, Louis will never dare avow his connec. tion with this diabulical plot of de Saule’s, He will smile and dis- semble as a monarch can, And I well, all I shall retain of you will You ar be the momory that once I was of service.” “And why, Monsieur?” her voice earnest and sincere, “Shall I not still remain Camille d’Enville?” “Of whose nature you have told me—a creature of moods; change- able as the strange weave of silk given your name. Think you I have so soon forgotten the warning of what a difference the dawn of a morrow might bring?” There was an instant of silence, Then—"This is the morrow, Mon- sieur.” “And you?” “I~I have not changed.” Incredulously, scarcely under- standing, I could but grasp her ex tended hands “Look at me,” I cried eagerly. “1 would see your eyes. You mean The long lashes lifted shyly, a sweet smile in the depths of eyes suddenly revealed. vee "Tis the end of a soldier's story; just a chapter or two torn from out the history of a fighting race, The sunshine was on our faces, the of action, so jumbled and indistinct | Mademoiselle? Why, we must find | world was won. as to seem more dream than re- ality, It was, as desperate fight- ing always is, a mad, fierce, heed- 1 struggle, where instinct takes the place of thought. There was a blind rush forward, a gleam of weapons in the star Hight, I touched steel with my blade, warded and lunged under the first fellow’s guard. There was a cry of agony, a toppling back of his body, the clatter of # falling sword, and | stood over him thrust ing and hacking, careless of my own hart, the joy of the fighting turning my blood to fire. Buddenly out from the confused muck, a blade struck mine—a blade with a wrist behind it. I felt the difference, and stiffened to the fight. It was Guieteau. Faith, he was no swordsman. | knew that before we had parried twice, but the giant strength of his arin bore down my guard, forced me to desperate defense. We fought long and desperately, but at last ! opened my guard, and he struck. By a quick turn of the arm, my hilt caught the descending | blade, and I leaped straight at him, | taking the one chanoe, and driving my point at his huge body. It struck, but we went down to-/ Kether, my leg caught under him. | There was an instant of struggle; some one loomed above us with a drawn sword—then a flash of flame split the darkness, and the fellow fell with a crash. I wriggled loose from the dead weight, my sword still gripped in my fingers, and CHAPTER XX | Crossed Swords With De Saule Dazed as | was I realized what | had happeneéd—how my life had been saved Mademoiselle had fired her one shot; had sacrificed her only defense to protect me from | that sword thrust. Breathing heav-| tly, my wounds burning,, my eyes blinded with blood, the thrill of} knowing what she had done brought back instantly my strength, my zest for battle There were but two left, so far as I could see—one back close by the steps, as tho ready to flee; the other front! me, with sword poised for attack, There was no mistaking he was—de Saule! My blade flew up eagerly and the steel met with a sharp clang | “Stay where you are, Mademol selle!” I called, in fear of what she might venture. ‘En guarde, Mon- sieur le Duke.’ We were at it furiously, yet with no such recklessness as marked the bout with Guleteau. Here was a master of fence; I knew his skill before, but now I became doubly | assured his was no common hand. | There was faint gleam of light in the eastern sky, sufficient to re veal the man's face, “Royal = Irlandais,” he mocked kiss from Mademoiselle’s red lips? | Bah! you'll have none of it— there's® a man seeking honey—" ve your breath, Monsieur,” I broke tn coldly, the hot blood boil. ing thru my veins. “There's work before you now.” I advanced an inch, two inches, Twice we cireled, striving vainly to strike home. He was the stronger man; ay! | and the « ter skilled; but T had youth, recklessness, breath, and a more subtle wrist. He fought like a demon, yet I wore him down. His sword fell clattering at my feet, and his body crumpled into shapelessness, one gasp alone his death note. CHAPTER XXI The Sunrise of Tomorrow I came slowly back to conscious: ness, to see golden sunlight re- flected on the stones of the wall, and Mademoiselle’s sweet face bending above. Her hands held mine, and as 1 endeavored to smile, the words of our way out before more villains bar the passage.” “You think there are more “That I do not know. Ay! there must be, unless they have fled, for a Jarger number than those who lie dead here were on guard in that lower ball. You saw them / Yes, Monsieur; there others, four or five, perhaps,” “That was my memory; no doubt the cowards slipped away unseen, afraid to follow, Well, such as they will not serve to halt us, You fired your pistol, Mademoiselle. I had better load it again before we go.” While I was engaged at this task she moved nearer the wall, as tho seeking to avoid the bodies. Sud- denly she gave a little cry of sur- prise. “Monsieur—who are they?" were She pointed to the southward, and, with a step, I stood beside her, sharply gazing across marsh toward the distant forest. A short column riding toward the castle. | That they were soldiers was evi dent to me at a glance, yet the distance prevented my eyes from distinguishing the uniform. Ay! they are soldiers, and com- | P ing here, but I cannot tell if they be enemies or friends,” I said at last. “This is neutral ground, | scouted over by detachments from | both camps.” “You cannot tell! you do not/ see!” her dark eyes shone, as they met mine. “Why, Monsieur, I can distinguish the uniform of the offi- cer in front—it—it is like the one you wear; they are of the Irish| Brigade ! the | of horsemen was | | ee fe among patients afflicted with NEW PANTAGES Matinees, 2:30—Nights, 7 and 9 light of love in our hearts, and down below my comrades rode steadily to the rescue. 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