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:SEAfTMENiSE s * LEVETT YEATS ...cor rright, no*, nv s. l/; v/•;tt yi: . i ts... CHAPTER X. M. LE CIIEVAUKK IS PAID IX FULL. fT was too Into. Before I realized it the courtyard was full of armed men. La Coquille. who had filing himself to tin* front with his. sword drawn, was ridden down and secured ere he could strike a blow, while La laiule and Pierre, who bore no weap ons but their poniards and were utter ly surprised, shared the like fate. So suddenly and quickly was this done that—for the courage had gone out of my linger tips —I had no time to flee, and I stood like a stone, while a sea of savage faces surged around me. 1 gave myself for dead, and one, a troop er —more brute than man—raised his sword to slay me. but was struck from his horse in the act. Then some one seemed to come from nowhere to my side—a tall, straight figure, with a shining blade in his hand, and lie called out, “Back, back, or 1 run the first man through!” The men were called to order in a moment at that tone of command, though a voice 1 well knew and now hated called out: “Well done, I)e my squire of dames. Pardieu! We have the whole hive, queen bee and all.” “By heavens.” said another, “they will hang from the rafters in a half hour; then—my p ;or Gauucho!” And the speaker, whose rough, harsh voice was as pitiless as his speech, swore a bitter oath. "Gently, De Trembleeourt,” replied the one who had been called De Rosny. “Our poor De Ganache’s soul has not flown so far but that the others can overtake it in time.” And then De Clermont came up to me, but as lie passed La Coquille in so doing the lat ter strained at his cords and hissed rather than spoke out the word “Trai tor!” as he spat at him. “You hang in a little time head down ward at De Lorgnac’s feet for that,” said De Clermont calmly. And then, turning to me: “'Tis a sad business this, madame, but war is war, and after all things are going as you would have them, are they not?” I could not bear to meet that sneer ing, beautiful face, which now that its mask was snatched away cared not in how evil an aspect it showed itself. Words would not come to me, and as I stood there before De Clermont, quiver ing in every limb at the awful threat conveyed in his speech to La Coquille, De Tremblecourt’s voice rang out again, mad and broken with rage: “Away with them! Sling them from the parapet—now!” The men around rushed w r ith a yell at La Coquille and his fellow prisoners. God pardon those who cause the bar rors of war! But nry defender, De Ros ny, again interposed and drove them back despite De Trembleeourt’s angry protests, while De Clermont stayed his rage quietly. “Be still. De Trembleeourt. The king will be here in ten minutes with our other prisoner, and we will deal "with messieurs—in a bunch.” And he glanced at me with a meaning in his eyes that I read as an open page. “Come, madame,” said De Rosny, who saw my pallor. "Let me take you out of this. I pledge the word of Be thune that no harm will touch you, hut that is to happen, I fear, which is not lit for you to see.” With these words he took my arm kindly and led me inside, unresisting and us in a dream. In the hall, where we‘stopped, I forced myself to regain some cour age. It was no time for a faint heart. “Monsieur, what does this all mean? What is to happen to De Lorgnac? Tell me—l am his wife, monsieur.” He bowed gravely, yet sadly. “The king of Navarre is generous, madame. Henri will be here soon, and all may yet be well. In the meantime rest you here and compose yourself. You are safe from harm.” With this he who was in after years to be the first man in France left me, almost stunned and broken by what I had heard. Now that I was about to lose him—nay, had already lost him, <*.>!• lmtnincr. I felt sure, would move The Human Lottery “Ah, ii’ only I wcire beautiful How happy life would be.’* Many a forlorn maid lias said this as she looked into the mirror. It is the one pos session in the lottery of human life which woman would not refuse. BRADFIELD’S Female Regulator for young girls on the threshold of woman hood is invaluable. 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This was no time for aught but action, and here I was giving way utterly. I might do something—surely my woman’s wit could suggest some means of saving my husband. Then what happens to those who are face to face with an awful terror happened to me, and, as once before, I fell on my knees before God’s throne and prayed in a mortal agony. “God help me in my distress!” L called out aloud, and a quiet voice “Perhaps lie has sent the help, De nise.” I sprang up with a start, a wild hope rushing through my heart, and saw Raoul de Clermont before me, with the sneering hardness out of his face and all the old soft light in his eyes. If it was so, if he but bore me the glad ti dings his words hinted at, I could for give him al! and be his friend forever. “Say that again, monsieur!” I gasped. “Say it again, and I will bless you to my last breath!” And as I spoke the heavy folds of the curtain that cov ered the doorway moved as if stirred by a wind. “I said that perhaps God”—and be bowed reverently (ah. devil and trai tor!)—“that perhaps God has answered your prayer. You have asked for help, and it has come. I am here to offer it. L and I alone, can save De Lorgnac, by force, if necessary, for I have fifty lances at my heels, and it rests with you to say the word. I have been mad, Denise; then I came to my senses, and now I am mad again. I love you—do your hear? —love you as man never loved woman. You beautiful thing of ice! Come with me, and L>e Lorgnac is free! Come!” In his eagerness he put forth his hand toward n}e. but with a shudder I drew back, and his face darkened. Then, nerving myself. I made one last np pea 1: “ltaoul de Clermont, I believed you once to be a man of honor. Let me think so again; give me the chance; be merciful for once; save my husband, as you say you can! See, it is a wife who pleads! Man! There must be some spark of knighthood in you to tire your soul! You are brave, I know. Can you not be generous and pitiful? You have tried to kill my soul. Monsieur, I will forget that—l will forget the past and thank you forever if you do this. Save him, for I love him!” “Love him!” “Yes, love him as he deserves to be loved and by a better woman. De Cler mont. be true to yourself.” Ilis breath came thick and fast, and then ho spoke with an effort: “You ask too much, Denise. I have offered you my terms. 1 give you five minutes to say yes or no, and I will take your answer as final. God is an swering your prayer in his own way,” he went on, with the shadow of a sneer once more across his lips. “He mostly does,” came the reply as the curtain was lifted and De Rosny stepped in, calling out as he entered, “Madame, the king!” Then there was a tramp of spurred boots, the clashing of steel scabbards, the waving of plumes, and ore 1 knew it I was at the feet of the Bourbon sobbing out my prayer for mercy. lie raised me gently; there was no more knightly heart than his. “Ma dame, it is not enemies that Ilenri de Bourbon needs, but friends; it is not sorrow his presence would cause, hut joy. There has been enough blood shed already in this miserable affair, and— I think it is my good De Rosny here who anticipated me—all our prisoners are free, but there is some one here who will tell you the rest himself bet ter than the Bearnnois can.” And, put ting a kind hand on iny shoulder, he faced me round to meet the eyes of De Lorgnac. “I have come back unasked, Denise,” he said; but I could make no answer, and then he took me in his arms and kissed me before them all. “A wedding present to the happy pair!” And something struck me light ly on the shoulder and fell at my feet. It was the glove that De Clermont had snatched from me on the day of my I marriage. “L return a present from 1 madame to me on her wedding j day. It is no longer of use to me, M. le Chevalier. Will you not take it?” And De Clermont was before us, the same awful look in his eyes that I had seen there when he played with death before De Norreys. De Lorgnac’s arm dropped from my waist and his bronzed face paled as he stood as if petrified, looking at the soft white glove at my feet. Then with a voice as hard and stern as his look he turned to me and, pointing to the glove, said: “Is this true, madame?” “It is my glove,” was all I eould say. “And permit me to restore it to you,” cut in the king, and with a movement he lifted the glove and placed it in my husband's hand. “Give it to her back, man! Mine, de Canillac was at youi wedding, and my good Margot, who writes me such clever letters, and they have both told me the story of your marriage and the Incident of the glove. They both saw it snatched from your wife’s band by M. le Marquis—ventre St. Gris! For once I think a woman’s uuftuip litis uone some good, and on the word of Navarre what I say is true. A-s for you, monsieur,” and Henri turn ed to De Clermont, “M. do Rosny here has my commands for you. and your further presence is excused.” My husband’s arm was round my waist once more, but De Clermont made no movement to go. standing quietly twisting his short blond mus tache. “Monsieur, you have heard his maj esty,” put in De Rosny. “Y'cs. I thought, however, that M. de Lorgnac might have a word to say ere I went.” “T&at "will be in another place and over our crossed swords, M. le Mar- lie (jot the answer he wanted, quis,” replied my husband,‘heedless of my entreating look and gesture and in as cold and measured a voice as De Clermont’s. “I am at your service, monsieur, when and wherever you please.” And with this and a formal bow to the king he passed from the room, a man under God’s arm of justice. What happened I never was able to find out exactly; but, as far as I could gather, it was this: As already men tioned. La Coquille, Lalande and Pierre had been released by Navarre on his coining, and the former, being faint from his wounds,' was resting on a wooden bench in the courtyard. As De Clermont passed, the sight of La Co quille and the memory of the insult he had put on him roused the haughty no ble, already in a white heat with rage, to madness, and he struck the free lance once, twice, across the face with a light cane he bore in his hand and fell himself a moment after stabbed to the heart, bis murderer being cut down by the men at arms. At once all was hurry and confusion. The dying man was borne in as gently as possible and placed on a settle. There was no leech at hand, and long before the priest of Lorgnac came it was all over. We did what we could, and in the horror of the fate that had overtaken this man in his pride of strength I forgot the past utterly. I could only see a terrible suffering for which there was no relief. We gath ered, an awestruck group, around him, and he spoke no word at first, but sud denly called out: “Hold me up! I cboke!” Some one—l afterward found it was Do Trembleeourt—raised him slightly and he spoke again: “De Lorgnac, say what you have to say now. I’m going.” And Blaise de Lorgnac knelt by the couch, saying as he did so: “I have no message now. Forget my words, De Clermont.” “Would to God I had died by your hand,” came the answer, “but to go like this, struck down like a dog! Your hand, De Lorgnac—yours, Denise—quick —1 am going. Forgive.” De Trembleeourt laid him softly back on the cushion, and my tears fell fast on the cold hand I held in mine. Who could remember wrongs at such a mo ment? The king bent ovgr him and whis pered in his ear. I thought I heard the word “pray,” and a wan smile played on the lips of the dying man. “Too late! I cannot cringe now. Ah, Norreys! I will join you soon. Denise —pardon!” And he was gone. ******* Late that night when all had gone to rest I walked on the ramparts of Lor gnac and, leaning against the parapet, looked out into the moonlight. So lost was 1 in thought that it was not until his hand was on my shoulder that 1 knew my husband had joined me. “Denise,” he said, “the king goes to morrow, and—l—do l go or stay?” And M. le Chevalier—he is M. le Marechal Due now—got the answer he wanted. THE END. BLACK JACK McDONALD KILLED. • Noted Desperado Shot in Saloon in Mexico. El Paso, Tex., July 28. —“Black Jack” McDonald, a noted border desperado, was shot and killed in his saloon at Juarez, Mex., by an American whose name is unknown. The fight resulted from a game of dice, in which “Black Jack” and three Americans were engaged. Two of the Americans fled and have not been cap tured. ~ The other is held incommuni cado. Shot Dead by Stepson. Memphis, Tenn., July 29. —A Scimi tar special from Piggott, Ark., says H. L. Hinkley was called out of his house at Crockett and shot dead yes terday by Edgar Williams, his step son. Hinkley was accused of having ruined William’s 15-year-old sister. Williams has not been arrested. Woman Would Adjust Rope. Savannah, Ga., July 25.—Mrs. Ella Hall, daughter of W. A. Hyers, who was killed by Boisy Bryant, a negro, has asked the sheriff of Berrien coun ty, Georgia, to allow her to pull the trap that will swing Bryant into eter nity when he hangs for his crime. The sheriff has acquiesced. B ißT s Early Risers The famous little pills. ramer Disinherits Sons. Raleigh, July 21. —A fake story was sent out from Rutherfordton to the ef< fact that Allen Cogdill, an old confeu erate .soldier, had issued to his birthday dinner, and that it wou’d be his last, and he would, at the co:i elusion of the meal, blow out his brains with an old army revolver. Asa mar ter of fact, he gave a dinner and burn ed the deeds which he made to some of his land in favor of two of his chil dren, and announced that he disinher ited them because of the trouble they had given him. Will Start For Far North. New York, July 22. —Provisioned for several months and all equipped to withstand tiie rigors of the polar seas, the Peary relief steamer Windward will start today for the far north, says a Halifax dispatch to The Tribune. Aboard are Mrs. Peary and her little daughter Marie. The wife of the explorer is confident of finding her husband at Cape Sabine, and that his return to civilization will be signal ized by the news that he has discover ed the long sought for pole. Three Killed by Lightning. Raleigh, July 19. —A charter has been granted by the state to the Fre mont Colton Oil company, of Wayne county. Its stockholders are nearly all farmers, and it is also to make acid phosphate. The charter is a liberal one, and allows it to do business any where in the state; that is, establish factories wherever it pleases. This is one of the number of anti-trust mills which are going up all over the state. Charleston’s New Postmaster. Charleston, July 19. —Wilmot L. Har ris. recently appointed postmaster at Charleston, has taken charge of the of fice, while George I. Cunningham has retired from the service to be sworn in as United States marshal for the dis trict'd' South Carolina. The appoint men of Mr. Harris has given general satisfaction here and business people believe lie will give the city a first class administration. Goldsboro Has Heavy Fire Loss. Raleigh, N % C., July 28.—At 1 o’clock this morning a fire in Goldsboro had just been gotten under control. It was in the heart of the city and the loss is put at between $20,000 and $25,- 000. Among the places destroyed are Lamb’s livery stables. Southland’s sta bles. Greeche’s store and dwelling, H. Weil & Co.’s two warehouses, Robin son’s harness store and Robinson’s ice house. Deputy Killed by Desperado. Columbia, S. C„ July 23. —A tele phone message from Aiken county says that Jeff Coat, a desperado who has been pursued by a posse, turned on the sheriff’s party and killed a dep uty last night. The desperate man then made his escape to the swamps. Governor McSweeney has ordered bloodhounds to the scene and offers a heavy reward. Blanton Again Respited. Raleigh, July 21. —Governor Ay cock grants another respite, this time until Aug. 5, to Richard Blanton, negro, under sentence to be hanged at Salis bury for assault. Evidence against Blanton is said upon high authority to be very weak and disconnected. He is in the penitentiary here, where he was brought after the first respite. Held For Woman’s Murder. Raleigh, July 23.—Lawrence Davis is held to appear at the next term of the court to answer the charge of offering money and a 1,000-mile rail way ticket to Lorenzo Morris, a weak minded white youth, to kill Mrs. Cath arine White. Morris killed her with in ax. Davis was admitted to bail, which he gave. Six-Year-Old Boy !s Killed. Greenville, S. C., July 21.—Willie Jackson, the six-year-old son of Joseph Jackson, of Wellford, was accidentally shot and killed Saturday while he and other boys weie playing with a load -2d gun. Tlie Home of the Kindergarten. The Japanese have the most perfect kindergarten system in the world. In fact, they originated this method of in structing by entertainment instead of by punishment inflicted. Their play ap paratus for such purpose is elaborate, but all of it is adapted to the infant mind, which it is designed at once to amuse and to inform. The little ones of Japan even become somewhat inter ested in mathematics by seeing and feeling what a pretty thing a cone, a sphere or a cylinder is when cut out of wood with a lathe. They make out lines of solid figures out of straw, with green peas to hold the joints together, and for the instruction of the blind fiat blocks are provided with the Japanese characters raised upon them. Insomnia llnm-dles. However hopeless you may consider your case, be slow to fly to drugs for relief from insomnia. A rubber bag full of broken ice applied to the back of the neck and a hot water bag at the feet are highly recommended as a reme dy for insomnia even in obstinate cases. The circulation is equalized by this treatment. The secret of hot milk cure also rec ommended for sufferers from insomnia lies in sipping the beverage. The act of slowly swallowing the liquid is soothing in its effect and generally produces the much desired drowsy feel ing which leads to the coveted sleep. In a Position. “Me darter Nora is goin’ to marry Casey, that wurrucks in the basemint iv tliot buildin’, but Oi do be tillin’ her that she moight hev looked higher!” “Indade?” “Yis. She cud hov hod Murphy, that wurrucks oil the top story iv that same skoiscraper.”—Baltimore Herald. Oli, So Polite! “Politest people I ever knew down in that fever and ague country.” remark ed the traveler. “In other places they shake hands when they greet you, hut down there they shake all over.”—Chi cago Post. Cell a* o* 1b Try one of our clubbing offer*. WATER RIGHTS INVIOLATE. Springs itd Wells In Palestine Are Protected by Severe Laws. Water is the most precious thing in Palestine, and the laws which protect springs and wells :fre very severe. Most of the wells are artificial. Rich men at very great expense have chis eled basins and reservoirs out of the rocks to receive the How from springs, find in many places where no spring* could he found they have drilled through the limestone a hundred feet and sometimes twice that distance to the artesian basin. None but very rich sheiks can afford such an expenditure. Nevertheless, they have not only been the greatest benefactors of tlieir fellow men, but those who have sunk wells and built fountains have erected monuments to their fame more enduring than palaces or temples or shafts of granite. The temple of Solomon has vanished forever, but the pools which he walled up with masonry and filled with water still remain. The wells that Abraham and Jacob drilled in the rock as acts of piety as well as power are as im mortal as their names and will live for ever as long as men feel thirst. According to a just custom of the country, water rights could never be forfeited. No man who owned a well might refuse his neighbor water for his family or his flocks, but the lord of tiie spring was inviolate. No cred itor or enemy could take his water rights away from him. To injure or fill up a well was an unpardonable crime. When the Philistines threw earth and stones into the well of Abra ham, they intended to challenge him to a war of extermination. These cus toms and regulations remain today.— Chicago Record-Ilorald. THE ARABS OF YEMEN, A Story Which Throws a Strong Light on Tlieir diameter. The Times of India tells the follow ing slorv to show the character of the Arabs of Yemen. A man of Zaraniks who several times cut the telegraph lines and who was punished more than once was caught on one occasion by an Arab sheik in charge of the lines. The sheik intended to send him to Moody for imprisonment, but the wife of the accused came in and stood as a guarantee for his future good behavior. The sheik accepted the bail and re leased him, but shortly afterward he again resorted to his old practice of cutting the wires and bolted away to another village at a distance of a day’s march, where he had another wife. The sheik then sent for his first wife, who stood security for him, and told her he would disgrace her among the Arabs if she failed to bring in her hus band. The woman asked the sheik not to “spread the black sheet” (a custom ol the country when any one commits a breach of trust) until the following day. She started that night, taking a sharp dagger concealed under her clothes, to the village where her hus band was staying. She found him asleep In his abode and stabbed him, cut his throat and carried liis head back to her home. The next morning she went to the sheik and presented the head of her husband, saying: “Here is your criminal, and I am freed from the bail. Please do not affix the black sheet.”—London Telegraph. Temperatnre. Tommy had had pneumonia, so had been for some time in hospital, where they treated him so well that he was much averse to the prospect of being discharged as “cured.” One day the doctor in charge was taking his temperature, and while Tommy had the thermometer in his mouth the doctor moved on and hap pened to turn his back. Tommy saw his chance. He pulled the thermometer out of his mouth and popped it into a cup of hot tea, replacing it at the first sign of the medico turning. When that worthy examined the thermometer, he looked first at Tom my, then back to the thermometer and gasped: “Well, my man, you’re not dead, but you ought to be!”—London Chronicle. Nature His Hired Man. It was in the far south. “How’s times?” asked the tourist. “Pretty tolerable, stranger,” respond ed the old man who was sitting on a stump. “I had some trees to cut down, but the cyclone leveled them and saved me the trouble.” “That was good.” . “Yes, and then the lightning set fire to the brush pile and saved me the trouble of burning it.” “Remarkable! But what are you do ing now?” “Waiting for an earthquake to come along and shake the potatoes out of the ground.”—Chicago News. Darned StoekinKi. Tender feet are often made so by the use of much darned stockings. Wear -tight woolen stockings, and let them be of the cheap kind, that you will not mind discarding directly they become worn. To harden the skin it is a good plan to rub the soles of the feet with methylated spirits every day or to wash them over with salt water. Happily Not So Sure of If. Raynor—This fortune telling busi ness is all humbug. 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