The evening world. Newspaper, April 16, 1906, Page 10

Home Evening, April Evening World's Magazine, Monday EWG Strikes! By J. Campbell Cory. Published py the Entered VOL ~ MR. ROOSEVELT ME By No. 12; The Union and Warcraft RESIS WEE, Ink inherit Washington's First Historic Deed ERARESBAE EE OAEEAE OEABEFEEEE SAEED O LED HALESS fter you how well you M, de Brie said n ued Yes, 1 ha ks. You are ‘e foc you think be ing 1 do not know it information from you The attack was absol eher, 3} hing and the duke contin- ver him these fi ‘i You It auuse you do not Was I ¢ ‘lle Lor was pon her - fon, madem: CHAPTER NIII, Mademoiselle. Z ADEMOISEL Com aC ok unflinching. not been sighing i for tidings of the ite de Mar, monsieur Nc t with M. de Ma “And what hi sht—Paul appeared." ejaculated the duke, start t of his phlegm. “Paul here “He . monsieur, an hour ago. He has since gone forth again, I know not whither or for what.” M nne ruminated over this, pulling off his gloves slowly, + } “Well? What has this to do with Mar?” She had no choice, though tn evident fear of his displeasure, but to go through again the tale of the wager and letter. She was moistening her dry | lips as she finished, her eyes on his face wide with prehension But he answered amiably, half tly, as !f the whole affair were a triviality: Never mind; I will give you a pair of gloves, Lorance.” He stood smiling upon us as if amused for an idle moment over our childish games, The color came back to her cheeks; she made him a curtsey, laughing lightly. “Then my grief is indeed cured, monsteur. A new bit of finery is the best of balms for wounded | self-esteem, is it not, Blanche? I confess I am | piqued; I had dared to {magine that my squire might remember me still after a month of ab- |} sence. I should have known {t too much to ask of mortal man. Not till the rivers run up hill will | you keep our’ memories green for more than a Weetemrtsnterrs.’” | “She turns it off well,” erfed the Mttle demol- | selle in blue, Mile. Blanche de Tavanne; “you would not guess that she will be awake the night yeeping over M. de Mar’s defection." exclaimed Mlle. de Montlue; “I weep over ? It is a far-fetched jest, my Blanche; mt no better? The Comte de Mar— momen- but , tarily ¢ looked me | , deep-ch wayy hair st t ard were dark. His ps red and smiling, | of all the Guises; ast to tell me that sted, thick brushed up | own, while | tong, | behold him!” She snatched a card from a tossed~lown hand, holding it up ‘aloft for us all to see, It was by chance the knave of diamonds; the pletured face with its yellow hair hore, in my fancy at least, a suggestion of M. Etienne, “Behold M. de Mar—behold his fate’ With a twinkling of her white fingers she had torn the ‘Iuckless knave into a dozen pieces anf sent them | whirling over her head to fall far and wide among the company. “Summary measures, yenne hi anced into the returning the sa- glince travelling roor but 1 ptor Francol Btienne de Mar’s, M. le He came here with mes- luce. I am getting out of on up to since he disap- 1 mon You are mademoiselle!" quoth a Mordieu! have likewise with go to arrest him ti pains, my dear Fran- s whereabouts and do-/ grizzled warrior with a laugh. he knows them himself.” | we your good permission to di hand from my collar, looking | the flesh-and-blood Mar when w I perceived that this was | for conspiring against the Holy League you knew what he sald,| But Mlle. de Tavanne’s quick tongue robbed him at he thought. His some- | of his answer ried little; what went on in bis “Marry. you are severe on him, Lorance, Tobe » smiling mask was matter for! sure he does not come himself, but he sends so | le's | company who had 1 the ro le Brie dr king the pa ¢ the newcomer. ease. Mayenne t ng M, de M Brie had me by the colfar, Ig. 16, 1906. | Why the United States 1s What Tt Ts Co-Day, ee FOOTSIEPS OF OUR ANCE What They | Albert I { TORIANS make mi Lesson of } 4, sony STORS IN A SERIES OF THUMBNAIL SKETCHE3, Did; Why They Did It What Came Of It, Payson Terhune, —The Hundred Years’ War. had been own on a id anurder some ¢ n=peakable t 1 messa- AAABRAEE SAAARAREEROREAAEA OERREOREAAEEALARAEREEEDEBEEEREEEES gallant Mader “That 1 lue eyes, “she said. nop, but I hig horse- elling rage b spiteful ene t. | knew it was t his defense bee » there was no ob- 48 not one here But at her last so hot that I lost ed not raf! at his povert you brought him to ft. It was rned out of his father’s house, would not now be lying in a garret, and dishonored. Wh ver ilis he suf- you and your false house have brought had me by the throat. out exeltement. ‘Don't strangle him, Francois; I may need him Let him be flogged and locked in the orae Mayenne Interfered He turned away as one bo over a trifiing matter, And as the lackeys dragged me back to the door I heard Mlle, de Montlue saying: “Oh, M. de Latour, what have I done in destroy- ing your knave of diamonds! Ma fol, you had = quatorze!"” “Here, Pierre!" M. de Brie called to the head lackey, “here's a candidate for n hiding, This a cud of that fellow Mar's. He reckoned wrong when he brought his insolence Into this house Lay on well, boys; make him howl. Brie would have liked well enough, I fancy, to come along and see the fun, but ho conceived that his duty lay in the salon. Plerre, the same who had conducted me to Mile. de Montluc, now led the way into a long oak-panelled parlor. Oppo- site the entrance was a huge chimney carved with the arms @# Lorraine; at one end a door led into |a little oratory where tapers burned before the {mage of the Virgin; at the other, before the two narrow Windows, stood a long table with writing materials. Chests and cupboards nearly filled the walls. I took this to be a sort of council-room of my lord Mayenne, Pierre sent one of his men for a cane and to the other suggested that he should quench the Virgin's candles “For I don't see why this rascal should have the comfort of a Hght In there,” he sald. “As for Madonna Mary she will not mind; she has a mlll- ion others to see by.” I was left alone with him and I promised myself the Joy of one good blow at his face, no matter how deep they flayed me for it. But as I gathered myself for the rush he spoke to me low and caue tlously: “Now howl your loudest, lad, and I'll not lay on too hard,”” My clinched fist dropped to my sitle. “You never did me any harm,” he muttered, “How! till they think you half killed, and I'll manage.” I gaped at him, not knowing what to make of it. But this is the way of the world; if there is much cruelty in it there {8 much kindness too. “Here's the cane, nom d'un chien!” Pierre ex- claimed bolsterously. “Give it here, Jean; there'll not he much of {t left when I get thro, zh." “You'll strip his coat off?” said the second lackey from the oratory, (To Be Continued.)