The Pioche weekly record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1877-1900, 1894-04-26

and the limited veins beneath now stood
out strong on throat and temple. The
red lips closed in straight and cruel line
that sent the blood all out of them, and !
the brown eyes cleaned black as night !
with evil, dangerous light.
But with firm step and figure erect |
the woman walked away, and the blood |
| brought the olive TO her face once more
as the lips curled into bitter smile and
finally parted laughing as she said aloud:
Edith Van der Huysen, can you
really be fool? Your place is in court,
not camp. And surely you are old
enough to give up playthinss. If not,
my lord is toy enough"
And again the low laugh came, with
tinge Of humor in it; the eyes grew
lighter, and the tall form fell into its
sinuous grace. as the gravel crunched
and Adrien Latour came swiftly up the
walk.
Parting the shrubbery Edith stood
suddenly before him, glowing picture
in the great Gainsborough hat, with her
old smile on her lips.
"Welcome, Sir Laggardr' she said ex-
; tending her ungloved hand. "As you
= could never be "a bastard in war; you
are yet in time"
"And as you can never be less rid
die, you read one again." the Creole an
: swered, only half hiding look of dis
: appointment as he took the hand she Of
t fered. will you explain this one, or is
9 1t shut in your book?'
|. Edith following his glance realized
). for the first time that she had seized a
n book as she hastily left her room. II
u CHANGED to be Bennie's Tennyson; ant
10 her smile grew deeper as her eyes dark
ia ened once more.
Isl non vero ben trovato," she an
er swered laughing, holding the title be
v fore his eyes. 1--WE used to talk of thi
1T in West Point days, Mr.. Latour; AM
Merlin still works his marvels TO
ID Launcelot as we'll as for Arthur"
nc "You are incomprehensible," he an
or swered, as he turned to walk with hei
ld II never did understand you, though"
mot altogether" she retorted, de
M murely, not meeting his eye. "But 20
1T. don't understand Old Merlin either. II
MT is still at work, even if he does not tax
Vivien into his secret this time. How
mt he should make charm of golden phi
we tire and diamond drops to change Elair
zen into Guinevere, even to the sore discon
it'll future of Launcelot and to the undolng
cd, the Pure King, at once!"
"Your riddle is still unread" the ms
cid answered, restlessly. 81 do not unde
BOD stand you, Miss Edith"
ace $50 you just told me-" she laugh
We back. "For in the legend Elaine car
ood nothing for the great diamonds of t
Last Tournament; and even Guineve
ed. hurled them in contempt before the bi
ust of the dead Purity"
. Of "Miss Edith, you certainly mean son
old thing Latour began, but she fms
ed for him:
like "What society girls nonsense ey
means anything? Poetry is only
who books nowadays, and love philtres ;
all dried up-even if diamonds still
)ale prizes to win! But l must not deti
lger you today, of all days. You are lool
zach for at the house; so au revoir!
our "Not until you explain" he answer
bear chatting under her badinage.
lake "What?" She looked wonderin
Ell into his eyes, her own seeming as da
ynw "Would Launcelot have dallied for s.
and legends and left the lists vacant, wi
It rs the diamonds still hung as the pr
can Then who would have ridden
I'll in Elaine-when she was changed
st of Guinevere?"
ed to "Do you mean Bennie?" the yo
with lieutenant blurted out, with true ca
pped bluntness
+b,+ ITO BR CONTINUEDO