Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1875-04-14

val, you know"
"That is certainly true. Doyou claim
relationship"
"Not for the world. 1 know nothing
of you save this, that you went security
for your fellow student, Anne Herbert,
who Is my cousin. In consequence of
his failing, you have come here as a
correspondent to a daily paper. Her
bert con pay now, and for your kind
ness to-day I will make him. In our
society we have power which you do not
dream Of"
"The Jesuits are powerful" said
George.
II have told you once before that I
was not Jesuit" said Delaval.
"And once that you were," said
George, laughing "Well, we need
not talk any more. You are something,
and you need not choose to tell what.
I shall find out some day or other
eyes, I suppose SO. Meanwhile, I
have a great friendship for you, and I
should like to be reciprocated. We
might both of us do one another some
good"
George Dickson had q good look at
the man, and, sharp young lawyer that
he was, could not make him out at all.
He was very handsome, shaved like
gentleman, with no hair on his face ex-
cept the moustache; and yet he did not
look like a Frenchman. He said that
he was spy, a Jesuit, and Free
Mason, all in the same breath. What
was he He appeared to George Dick
son something between a Greek and a
4 h,
&C. You are a very agreeable com
panion," said George Dickson; "but to
tell you the truth, ] am in no humor to
talk business. What has happened is
so CHASTITY and horrible that [ can think
of nothing except the awful misfor-
tunes"
They had crossed the frontier for
some time now. The road through the
forest continued to be very beautiful,
and the weather heavenly. But in
turn of the road, at place where two
officers had paused, there were the first
signs of war-eight lead herses, lum-
bering van standing across the road, on
which some German wag had chalked
"via Berlin
Then they all walked together. The
road still wound up the hillside, above
a flashing trout stream, seen far below
them in the valley, through trembling
leaves. Then there came turn in the
right, and they passed through the sol
itary street of La Chapelle.
George Dickson stood among the
dead, and looked around him. The
place must have been beautiful at one
time. and later travellers have told us
that it is once more beautiful by nature,
though to our eyes it will remain hor-
rible charnel house until death. The
18th of the French line lay in ruins,
motionless, except where they were be
ing dragged to the trenches by German
soldiers
"Why does God allow such things"
he said aloud.
"There spoke a villain said the
Bengal officer 4 bet you ten rupees
that you see some nature ennobled by
this horrible business before the day is
over. What do you feel YOURSELF"
81 feel horrible, inconceivable pity.
I feel as if could lay down my own
life to mend theirs"
"Then band me over ten rupees"
said the Bengal officer" ''for your ma
ture has been ennobled. War is utterly
evil. but God brings good out of it
somehow. Look at that, man there is
woman on the field, looking at the
dead mems faces"
''And there is that Frenchman, Dele
vel, with her, said George. "That
must be his sister. He said she was in
town; but he has told me more in one
week than [ would believe in twelve
month. "
"Really," said the Bengal officer
"And yet he does not look like a liar
Ono liar ever does, my dear soldier"
said George. eff you were lawyer
you would know that
II found my sister at Fonde de
Givonne," said Deleval, approaching
George. ''She is looking for some one
whose death might be important to you,
Anne Herbert
''But you said he could pay me-,
said George, astonished.
"My dear sir, [ required assistance in
getting on, and [ forgot what I told
you. If any part of it was true, I must
have been great fool. My object was
to deceive you. Do me the compliment
to say that succeeded, Or [ shall be
extremely angry with you"
George felt extremely inclined to
kick the man, but it was not the place
for any demonstration of the kind. He
said, "Inever knew before French
man to tell such falsehoods as you have
done, SIR
'But, my dear sir, [ am nota French
man." said Delval.
"Your sister, who is approaching us,
can possibly speak the truth, sir
But she is not my sister, said
Delval.
She came toward them and raised her
veil. In one instant the great passage
in George Dickson's life was over.
Amidst the horrible ruin and desolation
he saw the only woman he had ever
cared for; the woman he had SO seldom
seen in his life, but SO many thousand
times In his dreams.
Miss Milton, of Milfeld Lane. No
other person IN the world. He had met
her twice at parties at Highgate, and
about there, and had fallen in love with