The news & observer. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1894-current, 1895-08-25
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Copyright, 1895, by Stanley J. weyman.)

little more moderately 81 saw heI
gallop out of the patch of rocks at the
end Of the Dormoir where the trees be
gin. She did not heed the line of the
hounds, but turned straight down the
lockwood ride; and, after that, led as
followed. Did you not see her 2"
mo, sire," l said, inexpressibly
alarmed could take it for nothing but
fanta5y-''I saw no one"
"And | saw her as clearly as | see
you" he answered. ''She wore the vel.
low ostrich feather she wore last year,
and rode her favorite chestnut horse
with a white stocking. But / could have
sworn to her by her figure alone; and
she waved her hand to me.
''But, sire, out of the many ladies
riding to day"
There is no lady wearing a yellow
feather" he answered passionately.
"And the horse And I knew her,
man Besides, she waved to me And
for the others why should they turn
from the hunt and take to the woods r
| could not answer this, but looked
at him in fear; for, as it was impos IDLE
that the Princess de Condo could behere,
saw no alternative but to think him
smitten with madness. The extrava-
gance of the passion which he had enter
tanned for her, and the wrath into which
the news of her fight with her young
husband had thrown him, to say nothing
of the depression under which he had
since suffered, rendered the idea not SO
unlikely as it now seems. At any rate,
| was driven for a moment to entertain
it; and gazed at him in silence, prey
to the most dreadful apprehensions.
We stood in narrow ride, bordered
by evergreens, with which that part of
the forest is planted; and, but for the
songs of the birds, the stiffness would
have been absolute. On a sudden the
King removed his eyes from me, and,
walking his horse pace or two along
the ride, uttered cry of JOY.
He pointed to the ground. "We are
right, he said. There are her tracksl
Comet We will overtake her yetl'
looked, and saw the fresh prints of
a horses shoes, and felt a great weight
roll off my mind, for at least he had
seen some one. no longer hesitated to
fall in with his humor, but, riding after
him, kept at his elbow until he reached
the end of the ride. Here a vista open
ing right and left, and the ground being
hard and free from tracks, we stood at
less; until the King, whose eyesight
was always of the keenest, uttered an
exclamation and started from me at a
gallop.
followed more slowly and saw him
dismount and pick up a glove, which,
even at that distance, he had discerned
lying in the middle of one of the paths.
He cried, with a flushed face, that it
was Madame de Condos, and added:
1T has her perfume her perfume which
no one else uses!'
! confess that this SO staggered me
that | knew not what to think; but, be-
tween sorrow at seeing my master so in
fatuated and bewilderment at a riddle
that grew each moment more perplexing,
| sat gaping at Henry like man without
counsel. However, at the moment, he
needed none, but, getting to mis- saddle
as quickly as he could, he began again
to follow the tracks of the horses feet,
which here were visible, the path run
ming through beech wood. The branch
es were still bare, and the shining trunks
stood up like pillars, the ground about
them being soft. We followed the prints
through this wood for mile and half
or more, and then, with cry, the King
darted from me, and, in an instant, was
racing through the wood at break neck
speed.