The enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 188?-1899, 1896-09-09

great falter and the poor crouch. And
then his reputation Though W. knew
little of the worlds wickedpess. all we
did know Lad come to us linkeH with
his name. We had heard of him us a
luellist, as bully, an employer OF
braves. At Jarnac he had been the
last to turn from the shambles. Men
called him cruel and vengeful even for,
those days-gone by now, thank God! .
and whispered his name when they
spoke of assassinations; saying com
monty of him that he would not blench
before a Guise, nor blush before the
virgin.
Such was our visitor and neighbor,
Raoul de Mar, Vidame de Beers. AS
he sat on the terrace, now cycling us
askance, and now paying Catherine
compliment, l liliened him to q great
cat before which a butterfly has all
unwittingly firted her prettiness.
Poor Catherine! No doubt she had
her own reasons for uneasiness; moro
reasons, 1 fancy, than then guessed.
For she seemed to have lost her voice.
She stammered and made but poor re-
plies; and Nine. Claude being deaf and
stupid, and we boys too timid after the
rebuff we had experienced to fill the
gap, the conversation languished.
The Vidame was not for his part the
man to put himself out on hot day.
1t was after one of these pauses-not
the first but the longcst-that started
on finding his eyes fixed on mine.
More, shivered. 1t is hard to describe,
but there was look in the vidame's
eyes at that moment which l had never
seen before. A look of pain almost; of
dumb savage alarm at any rate. From
INC they passed slowly to Marie and
mutely intcrrogated him. Then the
vidame's glance travelled back to Cath
crime, and settled on her..
Only moment before she had been
hut too conscious of his presence. Now,
as it CHANGED by bad luck, or in the
course of Providence, something had
drawn her attention elsewhere. She
was unconscious of his regard. Her
own eyes were fixed in a far-away gaze.
Her color was high, her lips were
parted, her bosom heaved gently
The shadow deepened on the vidame's
! face. Slowly he took his eyes from
hers, and looked northwards also.
Caylus Castle stands on a rock in the
middle of the narrow valley of that
name. The town clusters about the
ledges of the rock so closely that when
Twas boy Icould fling a stone clear of
the houses. The hills are scarcely 500
yards distant on either side, rising in
tanner colors from the green fields
about the brook. 1t is possible from
the terrace to see the whole valley, and
the road which passes through it
lengthwise. GATHERINGS eyes were on
the northern extremity of the defile,
where the highway from Cahors de-
sccnds from the uplands. She had been
sitting with her face turned that way
all the afternoon.
I looked that way too. A solitary
horseman was descending the steep
track from the hills.
"Mademoiselle!" cried the vidame
suddenly. We all looked up. His tone
was such that the color fled from Kits
face. There was something in his voice
she had never heard in any voice be-
fore-something that to woman was
like blow. "Mademoiselle," he
snarled, sis expecting news from Ca
hors, from her lover. have the honor
to congratulate NJ. de Pavannes on his
conquest"
All! he had guessed it! AS the words
fell on the sleepy silence, an insult ir