Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1893-06-23
A WILLOWS WALK.

king enjoined her to lodge captain and
his squadron, which had been sent to
clear the country of an audacious band
of brigands.
The young widow submitted with
good grace. While the dragons had
free access to the pantry, she did the
honors of her table for their chief, the
Due de Merval Dom Marouhot, the
chaplain of the chateau, acted as chap
erOn.
One evening the duke was talking and
drinking in the large wainscoted room,
where he was playing chess with Dom
Maroufot. The marquise, who wore an
exceptionally elegant toilet, was asking
herself for the thousandth time that
week, do | really love him?" and,
though she reflected seriously, her ques-
ton remained unanswered.
THAT Gillou is a clever banditW
growled the captain between two games.
For two weeks we have secured the
country, and still he slips through our
fingers. l have decided to search for him
tomorrow with the whole squadron.
"Cillou is not an ordinary brigand,"
continued the duke; "they say he is edu-
Gated, courteous and even gallant upon
occasion"
AS the marquise drew her chair nearer
to the table where the two men were
sitting, the captain began to tease her.
what serious countenance, ma
dame! fear my stories about brigands
have so frightened you that you will not
! dare to venture two steps in the park
this evening"
Dom Maroufot looked at the clock
and said; at is the hour for your neu-
vaine, madame. | will ring for the serv-
ants to escort you"
mo, no, it is needless!" replied the
marquise, piqued by the dukes sarcasm.
81 shall go to the chapel alone. wish
to prove to Captain Merval that women
are not such towards as he believes"
The old chapel was at the farther end
of the park. Once out Of the house the
marquise began to regret her bravado.
Nine. Beauminois' mind was fille% i'm
the stories she had heard concerning Gill
lou-''the man in the mask" as the old
women of the cedntry called him. Under
her fine satin corsage her heart beat so
loudly she could almost hear it.
At last she reached the chapel, and en-
tering kneeled and said her prayers a
little more quickly than usual. Then
she rose and went toward the door.
Suddenly she stopped and caught her
breath. A masked man was standing
near the holy water vessel AS she saw
that he remained motionless and in re-
spectful attitude, she took courage and
advanced.
The man dipped his fingers in the holy
water and held them out to her. She did
not dare to refuse the strangers Offer
and, thanks to ray of moonlight that
filtered through a stained glass window.
she remarked that he had very beauti-
full hand.
A little treasured, she made a sign of
the cross and left the chapel.
She had scarcely taken 10 steps before
the unknown man rejoined her, and she
started at hearing a voice which she
thought she recognized, although it was
singularly softened.
"Will you allow me to offer you my
arm, madame: Some accident might be-
fall you alone in this great park at such
an hour"
He had such courtly bearing that
the marquise felt perfectly safe.
AS they crossed an opening bathed in
moonlight, she examined her companion
more closely His mask left the lower
part of his face uncovered. Not only
did she believe that it was not the first
time she had heard this voice, but it
seemed to her that it was the same blond
mustache which had lightly touched her
hand each evening in discreet kiss.
The masked man had therefore almost
the same voice, mustache and figure as
the duke.
He had disguised himself to brighten
her. This discovery gave her a great
desire to laugh, and she leaned upon his
arm with more confidence, Finding the
adventure a pleasant one, she resolved to
play her part of the courageous woman
seriously so long as it should please the
duke to remain brigand.
Besides, what a fine occasion to learn
under cover of jocularity the dukes real
sentiments!
DO you often go out alone like this
my pretty devotee?"
Eyes, NJ Mask, all alone, just like
this"
"Do you not know that Gillou and his
band are running about the country"
"Yes, know it,"
"Are you not afraid of brigands?'
THAT depends upon the brigand."
Myself, for example,"
"Are you real brigand?"
"Alas, yes, fair LADY," he said in g
melancholy tone.
Indeed" replied the marquise. lam
! sorry for you, but you do not brighten me
bit. Quite the contrary"
The stranger had such grateful, ten
der and eloquent look that the young
woman was touched. She would never
have believed that the dukes eyes could
express so much as that
Would it be indiscreet, beautiful
princess, to ask Why you went to the ole
chapeli"
Il went to finish my neuvaine."