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THE CRYSTAL ROOD . The Story of a Talis- man’s Strange Adventures By Mrs. Howard Gould (Onovright, 1014, by John Lase Company.) Revit omalling ¢ Rushing Water's impatience. morrow may » gruores CU ADOEDING CHAPTERS. leave your hammock and requaie ei but to-day I have something ell you. “What ie it, Father?’ the young man asked quietly. “On the morrow,” said the pri “if the wind holds true, we shall into the harbor of Bordeaux. Does my son wish to stay with the ship or _to atid the country of the white : bon: il © wer pers ushigg Water would dwell awhile of Verango. Pi,$ Tt in the woods of the white people,” the young man answered. The Jesuit smiled. “There = ili oT Nee : some woods in the land of the white ir ag sa ets mi 4 esi People, my son,” he sald, “but most a sere en a Sanaa eit face, Ons, ig ie ue wi jouses bu side le, a aun pres eSvnt Slidootrt, wees Be crowded together. sty won would —— walk many miles in this city of Bor- deaux without seeing any woods.” Rushing Water's eyes looked puz- 2 (Continued.) 5 5 “It would be difficult to follow a The New Life trail, then,” he sald, “in, thin city? it THINK we gain a little, Cap- Black Robo knows what I thet tall he said. “The poor to find @ person, ° boy, but for his youth an@ the priest assented. more than common strength, “Oh, veut Tit might be done, but would have paid with bie what I wish to speak to you about life for that plunge into the sea. You {# this: You are going into a white do well tp speak of him as a hero, people's country. ac should not Captain, I remember his voice as it {rue Indien, fils blood ie the blood came to me in the sea through the of the white people, his skin is the roar of the storm. It was calm and Skin of the white people, only a, stain full and firm, There was no fear KeMt,jt dark like the skin of an In- in it" Rushing Water dr “Humming bird,” murmured Rush- ing Water in the Delaware ton; “Oh, Humming Bird! Not here!— /"dian— that —I—am —a — white~ Not there!l—Where, oh, Humming “ft is true, my son,” the priest an- Pens ow Stow ft be?” Rushing Wi “How can 6?” Rushing Water Suddenly he raised himself on his oieg running his hand across his elbow, his eyes wide open now, and forehead. “I am tho son of an Indian #lared at Capt. Halevy, who stood at father and an Indian mother. How ie eceres enou ass: siWaa hot say see Keown one of: the ‘Btop!” he commanded, is volce req wolnen to take a babe, whose vhigh and imperative. “Ish-to-ba, mother! had been killed, and care for stop! Thou shalt not! Dog, it is the i and nurse # ve ked the Ven ° 4 . “Suppose an Indian woman shou! third time!” His right arm was Up- anda white babe whose mother and lifted as if it held a tomahawk. father had been killed, and should At @ sign trom Father Reville, grow to love it and wish to bring it| Capt. Halevy stepped out of the up with all the affectionate care she room. The warrior sat Lolt uprigot might bestow on her own son? Sup- ‘m the berth. pose she feared that if the babe grew “Humming Bird!" he cried. “I am up with the white skin among the In- Humming Hird's warrior. Where, ob, dians his happiness and even his life Adumming Bird!" might be endangered? Would she not The young man’s delirium did not stain the child's skin and would she again return. He slept peacefully and not teach him, as a means of preserv- Quietly throughout the night. Andthe ing his own life, 3 continue the prac- mext morning when the !ather stood tice, when her ‘loving hands were beside his hammock the young man powerless to aid him further?” looked up at him with sane eyes. ‘With a quick, shrewd glance Rush- “Rushing Water is very ill, Father,” ig yyater searched the face of the ‘be said. priest. a te w,” the priest “And this, then, is why my hands ag me peues ite nF have oan getting white?” he asked, answe: ‘With an odd little motion the war- raising up his hands before him. rior raised a weak hand, then looked Father Reville nodded. ‘For a long at it time there was silence. “No,” he said, “Rushing avenged “Poor Aa murmured the 1p his course. He is like the river young man at last. A That pol a § into the ocean, He Yor hat do you say, my son?” asked iw near the oceah.” the priest. “My son deceives himself,” saidthe “I thought of one I had loved who priest. “He is stronger. He will be was a red woman, father,” the young stronger than he was before the sick- man answered. “But now.” he added, ness came upon him.” his eyes brightening, For a minute the young man lay things. I think of a wonderful world Quiet looking at him. h God's help it ts yours to ‘See, Father.” he sald suddeniy, conquer.” sald the priest, smiling. gain raising his-hand and thrusting “Rut listen, my son! You will enter it out toward the priest. this now world almost as helpless + Father Reville looked at tin aston- 4 baby. You have been trained in + Ishment, * the ways of the wilderness, to hunt “What is there to see, my son?” he wiiq animals and take your living from the things that dwell in the “It grows white,” answered the sick woods. Now you will go into a world man. ., where such knowledge is of little A strange look came into the priest’® Vaiye, You have strength of body bade and that is a great thing, But you ‘What is this?” he asked. have more—you have a mind capable Listen,” said the young man. of knowing what the wise men of “when the mother of Rushing Water the white race know, of learning to died she gave him Manitu's message, {he white rite teks wherein their She said that because he was selected fagamores of the past have preserved for @ great work for his people, he the wisdom ai traditions of ages must perform certain rites, He must the wisdom hy Whe Tmean do to crush the tumerie root and distill the [OnE Fone. MS cue mind. Tt will ain and bathe himself tn it. help, you eMeginning. Most of the “should he fail to do this hia body be put # beeline. ourself. would necore pale, and death would “Listen, my son! In. this sity ot me upon him." x {s one of the houses of my Sorvhat!” exclaimed the priest, in an Bore ux is one Sring you into that intense, eager voice. “Tell me of this, Prder. 24r, tth O IGS send you forth 7900. 8 has always therefrom a white man. Lat us aay ‘Rushing Water when he nothing to these dear friends o! obeyed,” was the answer. en ‘on board this shin. of our discovery, people and came down the iver in his canoe, each mor Tong rier mefynts the woods and pers With me when we land to, Hormseay formed his rites, Hetore he came on {O00 ty the language of the board they great ship, he gtitiis, French people and to speak it, so Rauch turers and macs tor many that when you go forth to do yous hi ho tla away, But for Myer own work the words of thane amo the words of Outanie come true. His Whom you tre ee eee skin whitens. The courso of Rush- Peo, ing Water {s run. Jest, Light breezes on the Bay of Biscay “and that crystal,” said the priest. were wafting the Juliette still west: dending over him and pointing to the ward on the following morning when “orpss now visible through the opening the deep voice of the lookout rang ‘in the breast of his shirt. “Whence out with the glad cry of PPRLTORET Ls hoe, orne tolem ot hn “Oh!" sald the boy. ‘The totem o Manitu. Clee} ee i Ka] Rushing CHAPTER XXVI. al le him wear it. Wate e Po ae you have seen,” said The Hand and the Handker- the priest, “wear the totem of Manitu. chief. Tam a medicine man and a sagamore, Fn Ree eececois Die Great Spirit speaka to me in ye of Systane, and I say to | ) pont et Fils was a well en- c , let us tell no man. Come Erne we land in Bordeaux ness in which you can many you by His voice that you shall not tablished mercantile hou: die, but sball live a new life. in Bordeaux. Through its windows might be CHAPTER XXV. seen heaps of beautiful furs, the pelts “Land, Hol” of beaver, otter, lynx, silver fox, |USHING WATER'S conva- mink and buffalo, while here and lescence was rapid. The there the tawny skin of the tiger fever that bad resulted was hung as a reminder of the orig- from bis exposure and ex- inal source of the firm's commodities, Baustion econ yielded tothe The barred doors were open to admit pimple medicaments of the Jesult the air, for the spring day was un- priest and the splendid vitality of duly warm, and bright sunshine lay | the young man’s body. Father Reville in bars across the bare, brown floor. satdhed »his recovery with impa- A great oaken counter, almost black tienca. The priest had a great secret ran the full width of the to tel thie young man, but feared office. Behind this were high desks to make bis disclosure until his pa- of the same material, at which the ) thent bad sufficient strength to bear ink stained clerks sat, some of them whatever shook the mews might bending over huge ledgers, while carry. Satisfied tn this respect at others wore Say sis arent heaps con- of invoices an of lading. Le agen bigllroh aaa the wareroom, baok of the Fran wer © ne ania Workmen were busy, softly beating ‘My eon is strong again, stretched skins with padded mallets. ‘one morning as he eat beside the ia one oornee oF My counting fom, at a squar ak, be PAVE the warrior answered, Dupont, the present head of the “Rushing Water is strong; he should house. Hig outer aspect was elo- oy) up above at hie work and not quent of ity. The bald and ere. , & ‘ hist emall, é ta goed tims,” 004 Father the rublouse’ shaake aed’ triplicate nd gold-buckled shoes indicated the man of wi It was into this office that Father Reville, Jesuit missionary, recently returned from America, walked one morning with Rushing Water. He was no longer Rushin; ‘ater, how. ever. In adopting the faith and assuming his rightful role of a white man, he had chosen to bear the name of his benefactor, and he came forth into the world, after nine months of study under the Jesuits, as Elan t him with in- terest, for, jo a distinguished figure, with brown now that the stained bear grease was no longer upon it, tied with a ribbon at the back of his head, quiet, brown it cut to fit h an, lithe frame, and his silver shoe buckles brightly polished, “Ah!” said the merchant, advancing to welcome the two visitors. “Father Reville, you are welcome indeed. We have seen little of you since your re- turn from the wilderness.” “Well, Gabriel, I have a favor to ask of you. This is a namesake of mine, Monsieur Elan Reville, who has been in America He has been a hunter and trader, and I think might be of some service to your business, At any rate, my friend, 1 want you to give him a chance,” Monsieur Gabriel looked the stranger over sifrewdly. “Ah! So you have been a hunter’ !"——he picked up a skin from @ great pile from beside his desk— “What pelt is that?” “I don't know,” answered Elan, promptly. Monsieur Gabriel beamed with ap- proval, “Of course, you would not kno’ id, “that is not an American ekin; that is a puma pelt from the south, But this one—you know this one?” Elan smiled. “Very well," he satd, beaver.” And this?” nd this great rug?” he pelt of the buffalo,” Very well, very well!" commended the merchant, “Now what do you know about curing these pelts?” Elan rapidly explained to him the Indian method, “That is very good, very good in- deed!” commended the merchant. "I think you can be very useful to us. Father, the pleasure of serving you in this matter is increased by the knowledge that such service will be profitable to me. M. Reville may start in to-morrow morning at 8 o'clock Ho, M. Bientot, come hither!" From the room in the rear a little ,, old man in an a@pron, with a padded mallet in his hand, appeared. “This, said Gabriel, turning to Elan, our foreman. You will report to him to-morrow, Bientot, this young man will join us in your room, He has been telling me of the Indian method of curing skins, and there are some features which we do not practise, It would be well to try them out.” Monsieur Hientot grinned and nodd nd retired to his workroom, Father Reville and Elan gat a litt! longer with the head of the house, Elan quiet and listening, while the two old friends exchanged reminis- cences. Thus was the child of the wilder- ness installed in the house of Francois Dupont et Fils. angling. pelts was a familiar ocou- tion he soon became proficient. om friendship for Father Revill and from interest in Elan's personality, Monsieur Gabriel bestowed a great deal of attentio: J ting our expeditions for Ausarlan 2 a Vv x . it you do in the early dawn!" “Let Taeene found bia advice quite val- Jit! ual Meanwhile Elan, of his friend, left Jesuits and rented a small room from a widow whose house was near the office. When not engaged in his work, he wandered about t! reets contin- th ually, his quick eyes shifting from fo: face to face as he searched in thi multitude, He attracted consid attention among the townspeopl: though he was quite unconscious of a it, Notwithstanding his present oc- it Cupation, his step was odtdoor man, free, and under the workman's blouse which ra! he now wore was a frame whose ev- th ery line bespoke agility and strength, The sprin nd summer went by and the aut f ber morning, as he walked vigorously from his quarters to his work, he the suggestion in passed two white-robed sisters in the be 9 it, Vatei ql street, Behind them, arm in armand two by two, walked half a dosen ro young girls, As they passed him the young man stopped and gazed with a th “1 WISH”"— anythi her © house of the tiful somnambulist. “and the other morning—| ete u + Sa tle romance. Why, we haven't had 0 perfectly thrilling ‘mont! Just think of it, a beau- aaa came Valerie's laughing pro- ent. “But only this morning,” insisted e first voice, “you got up just be- re daybreak!” “Hush, foolish,” aaid Valer! “But you did,” the girl insisted, is nearly week ago—I heard you atirring and awakened me, Then I saw fou rise ep of the like u white ghost out of your bed and stroug, and glide to the window, and you ised your hand so high and held it chorus of delighted “Ah's” and greeted this narrative, and one girls exclaimed: : "tit lendid? Please don't t the two om exchanged ‘s in the outer and @ little led slightly 6 gentle brow of the Mother Super- quick, searching glance at one of the ior. girls, He recognized instantly the “That is rather strange, Sister,” she flashing features of Valerie, As he s@id to Sister Mathilde. looked at her she lifted her eyes and their glances met. A fleeting, tive sense of recollection was Tr ‘eplied Sister Ma- rored in the girl's eyes and the color and pulled a tasseled cord and the came into her cheeks; then she low- clanging of a bell in the distant court ered her glance and pa her companions. mi d on with came fairly to them. Within a few inutes old Mathias, the watchman, Kor a few minutes Elan stood mo- stood before her, rumpling his cap in tionless, Then he turned and quietly hi: followed them. They walked to a is gnarled old hands, “Mathias,” said the Mother, “are the street on the outskirts of the town windows of the dormitory visible from and stopped before an iron gate set th in a high stone wall, One of the re- ponderous brass knocker, In a min- of ute the postern was opened and the Wa Sisters and their charges disappegred within, Elan noted the location of in e road?” “From the far/@ide, Mother,” an- lgteuse beat on the door with the swered the old mi “The upper part ihe pane is just apparent above the all.” “Have you noticed anything strange the road, Mathias, about day- the building, and with quick stride break?” retraced his steps. The next morning the young man do # got out of bed before dawn and side “No, Mother, byt I could not well for I make my last round out- bout half an hour before dawn,” quickly dressed himself. Hurrying he answered. out of the house into the still dark =“ ‘m!"* ‘The Mother Superior laid a street, he made his way to the wailed thoughtful finger upon her lips, inclosure. Then as the sky in tho "Mathias," she said at last after a east became rosy with the flush of minute of reverie, “to-morrow le the day, he added to the warbling of 1a your st round be about daybreak, and re- the native birds a new note, triliing port to me anything you may seo!" forth on the fresh air of the fragrant When Valerie wakened before the morning the call of the American dawn the following morning she crept woodthrush, Thrice ‘he called, and at a window, whose upper part just al from her bed very softly and, before went to the window, bent over showed above the parapet of the wall the figure of the telltale companion he saw the outlines of a small white of the previous day to assure herself hand and caught the flutter of a iace that that young lady was fast asleep. handkerchief. ch CHAPTER XXVII. w An Indian on the Wall. "HER SCHOLASTICUS, Su- perior of the Convent School }%' of Notre Dame de Bor- gt, deaux, smiled? as she heard Then wita her little | handker- d ape hastened to the 6 “did #0 the wood hief in her hi indow, As thrush call rose on the air outside. Valerie raised her hand high and ‘aved the little patch of lace, She oked out at the high stone wall be- Ind which she knew Elan must be ‘anding. Even as she gazed she gave a little @ gay, ringing laugh from the dorml- start and placed her hand over her tory heart. A hand had appeared graap- “Sister,” she said to Sister Mathilde, fy that Valerie laughing?” er “Yes, Mothet leaned over the sill. A moc " replied little Sister foot and a leg in a fringed deerskin f the coping stones of the wall, The irl gently opened the lattice and sined Mathilde, “She laughs quite frequent- legging were now flung over the para- et, and an inatant later Elan in the ly now. The child has quite Lay that abilimentsa of the wilderness was air of sadness that sat #0 poorly UPON outlined against the paling east, He her for, “I was beginning to fear for her had hardly gained an upright posl- 'Tis well,” said the Mother Super- tion, however, when the voice of old lathias rose angrily from the street outside, Instantly Elan's body dia- health, although Dr, Mattleu assures gupeared from her view. An irres me that she is physically sound,” “The humors of young ladies are & strange, Mother,” said Sister Mathilde, with a little sigh. Just then the dormitory door opened and the Sisters Metened to the gay ‘chatter of the girls. 8 “You do, Valerie, you do!" cried one {he wood religous figure crouched by th sponsible scream burst from her, and few minutes later a score of girls ere gathered round a sobbing Iitte window of excitement The gate bell mitory of the lippered feet of could be beard pealing in the d ters, and soon thi pattering on the floor, then the girls voice. heard Mathias'’s voice, quick and “No, no!" answered Valerie. “Iam ei sure I do not.” “Oh, yes,” insisted the votoe, “but her have her way,” chimed a ager with excitement. Half an hour jater Valerie was summoned to the office, Mother Scholasticus sat at her desk wearing an unwonted look of severity, “What ts this, my cbild?” asked. third voice, “You must not spoil our “Mathias reports that an American tO oe we TD Indian made some birdiike signal from the street and that you waved your window. was so emboldened ¥ bed to the top of our I “No, he was not hurt, When Ma- thias called to him he clambered quickly down and disappeared before "*..p, the watch could apprehend him. what means this, Valerie? How can it be that you are carrying on such a clandestine corespondence with ere with your handkerchief flutter- rT “Come, tell me,” the Mother again in a more kindly tone. Where did yo Valerie's only answer wi herself upon the breast of Superior and break into @ torrent of “There, there!” said the Mother, af- stretched hand c @ bent, chest- young factor, and toj ere! We shall walked back t over this folly, but we cannot of mounted officers, de Courcey lead: ttle lady. To-mor- ing his steed to the house of our = Agr, ag to throw the Mother Rubaud galloped to meet them, and in front of Hlas row we shall next mornin) call there wan no flutter of white be- hind the distant window pane, nor on de Boncour the following morning did the signal the visitor For a week h vered, then he went no mo convent of Notre Dame de Indeed, his vis! to cease in any lan's the fre “Be seated, Monat his employer, You know the North Amert know the country of, the St, Law he sald, " Elan an- ow where at never hunt- return to us." swered, “although I ha i ed in the woods of the great river, El ver, a country much like Bo that in which I mare hunted.” that is well,’ ‘¢ ve a ship, the St. Lau- month hence sho sets sail, coming rent anh 4 are equipping for @ back in the Marte Celest God pros- a Will per the voya, voyage up the St you take charge of Elan aagented instantly, na. x the next few weeks he was busy superintending the equipment new year came, On the morning of 7 early in the fourth of the vensel and carly scl waa tant ported to Rene de Honcour that the her way the expedition?” week he aot sail. \ avored and within two Marie Celeste was beatin, eae tee fav ore so anchor before Up the broad river, having entered Elan, once more in the wil- the the garments which he was accustomed, and gath- ering @ #mall band of Indian hunters, yt was set forth on his expedition, the heart was full of the excitement of coming and she hurried on And deck to survey the dark but familiar the morning dawned 204 holds of the St. Laurent were packed the ho with the rich spoil of the wood the young chief was aatinfied to give direction for the homeward voyage. Monsieur Gabriel himsclf greeted him at the dock and warmly wel- The delight of the P of the expedition sho Just comed him home. merchant was greatly increased when he looked over the vess and noted the quantity of the skins in her cai “Wonderful, Monat: slapping Elan on th hi prosperous voyage we ever had. Now Ww get the stuff , and then after a little wnile eng all go up for another priceless alongs mai ananifeny te discover any sign of a living thing Reville!" he ‘back tacking lan shook his head, him in surprise, Se ee eee ee tuesday. December 12, 1914 yet ae would stay in the curing Monsieur,” Elan shook bis Not in the curing room, either, Monsieur Gabriel. I am going to America. “And where in America?” am going to New Orleans.” Gabriel Monalew thoughtfully, “but perhaps we could make arrangements? Would you be our factor in New Orleans if oy should open @ house in that city Could that be done, Monsieur Re- would gladly serve you,” Mian answered warm!; CHAPTER XXVIII. My Warrior. HE August evening light fell brightly on the great equare in New Orleans, known as the Place 4'Armes, beneath whose bordering shade trees children romped, negro slaves saun- tered, chattering and laughing with shining black faces and flashing white teeth, and citizens in lace cufte and collars, with long back coats, breeches and stockings, and shoes, took the evening air. Down each side of the square & low, rectangular building, beneath the shade trees. In front of these buildings soldiers wore gathering, with pale blue faced in buff and glittering with buttons angular centered with the ifies of Broad, wine bandoliere eir shoulde! ae clear bugle note sang on the and the musicians, in scarlet an to form ranks, The sun bi on their instruments of brass. The eyes of the spectators danced as the high roll of the kettle drums, and the clear, piercing music of the fifes struck on their ears, Then came thi measured tread of marching men, as the files moved out on the esplanade, the gorgeous band in front, the surilling, the kettle drume in full rat- Alle noticed the colonel, soldier, with a slender be ev ‘ho der x ete brows & justache above merry whi fode like @ centaur, Although He You don’t mean it, Ribaud,” factor,” Ribaud answ fellow. But at dinner this évenii Lieutenant Ribaud spurred Valerie hung her head and was 6!- horse across the field, pausing in frent of the Church of St. asked whose stepe Elan stood o ‘é whose pe prove. m uu meet TiS superiors invitation, ried the women fluttered in white gowns, little & Colonel de Courcey, as he keenly sur- syed the dark and solitary figure on the Harbor of Love} ~ By Ralph Henry Barbour cleared for bal, hil the tater was to Wwe 10 honor of ‘alerte’s ar- rival, after an early ten and « brief nap the girl awoke to find her Romme crowded with the of py con oe and wives and ments eparkled the gold Sot o Siotned. by “Monaie A second or the ballroom. Satin with a b et hie throat jurly @ ri hands it Sine searched his face, ‘zamining ead feature, He at emiling a little, wn Severe her, Her tone was tense, eager; her word a command and an entreaty. ‘i His voice, deep and clear, answered er! “Humming Bird!” The unbelief in her eyes died; the diased high. “You—you are’—— The tremulous broke, “Blan,” be answered. id not know it, he himself was an = Her arms went out and she swayed Siren of interest to the military men. vaue ee Like a golden peal of ure er voice rang: ‘ My warrior!” hunted with ai ‘up the ith him and hua' yy Minsourt. He is @ brave and gallant Lieutenant, present my com- pliments to him and say that Colonel Courcey will be honored if he will assist him in the review, and join us Blan nodded in assent and followed horse toward the Courcey sprang to the ward the by the bridle. “Ah, mothe ‘8e- tlemi from Bordeaux who has Let per to the himself #0 remote rdeaux. be welcomed, mo would have had not hide himeelf vent, as Monsieur = “you Gabriel had work of a more important no more, character than beating of! out of pelt# shook hi: with padded mallets for his newest It was the day ante Ei lust visit to the convent w! too often, young man was summoned to the poncour replied. “We lo If I have permiasion I shall n. ‘And nev Valerie, M. Reville, and looked up quickly. ‘Mile. inquired, arms. its feast day an Indian hun delta. to peared. On board Cap a few mornings she gave a start and a cry of plea ure, From the da bank of ¢ ee to whom she next appealed ab! the repast de Courcey, Ri- ‘Whatever this ts, It paud and Plan walked over to the ments . de Boncour place. Rene greeted them When’ Elan appeared at the wall warmly at the door and ehook hands and sounded his bird with in mot jual " Mme. de ve to hear of Bordeaux. Our little girl was at ir Reville,” said school there, you know.” Elan did not anawer, but Rene took “We must up the thread of conversation. ‘Aye, we sent her there to finish Do you her education with the good Biste: “A great little girl is our it fille our heart with joy that she #0 soon is to our tg to return @oon, then?” he ‘lowes down she should be in our That night Elan disap- astern shore came clear and high the ‘all of the wood thrush. She tried to # the gloom on the river, but see nothing, nor was the helma- “This ie the young rq answered Ga- “Truly,” answered de Boncour, “A and ‘With @ goose quill, Before the winter gency in the inkhorn o: t Reville laboriously transori ° ord ia writing pad. r passed quickly until the ‘Alexander III, presently and oe ort Vig held posseasion o: the ancient narrative e the nail pierced reddish dlem- ish marred the transparent ehaft. it panned through the feet, and the pu; a a straight spear, whieh loo! I~ like unto the rust of the nat Buc when one closely looked it was plain hat this was accidental and not the design of the the train of the King, as a reward for a deed high daring and chivalry, whom his dubbed Se Holiness in the bestowal in the shadow of the bank, The Marie Celeste leves, k lowly fought the current, k and forth, and at last came to anchor off the de Boncour Boncours periers had been “A Angers length yes, It would measure so. And the strange blemish, the blood mark, or Hefore the iron hook dropped Into rust mark! Ah, what was it the good water de Boncour’s barse was ship captain said of that plunge into and an instant later Va- the bi lerio waa being embraced by father “Mon- and mother and delighted brothers, very kind to me,” he said, Along the shore were friends of her brat “but T shall not @o back to the St. childhood, all eager to welcome her. Indeed, the day was one of bewilder- Monsieur Gabriel looked at ing welcomes and she soon found “Aye, ‘bravest of the. bra: " re. “But Monsieur Re- that the night was to be turned also peated the Jesuit, as be let his hand ville, you are of little value to me into a festival of joy for her home- drop from his syes. ‘ in the curing room but of great value, com| 1 shall pay, in the flald, and De ‘bravest of the bra: jer dubbed him ‘bravest of the The old priest passed @ hand over his eyes. are wonderful!” THE END, ftsman, for tho carved head of the nail was not truly placed on the blemish but a little to 8! "This wonderful jewel was bestowed Alexander upon one Philip of xeter, a knight of Syria, serving in Baldwin of Jeru - tempest-tortured deep? y, the waye at , ty