Abilene weekly reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1888-1935, 1896-06-11
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race was sweet ana sinciy ana gra.
cious to o marvel. But he was o stran-
ger to me.
II could have sworn" exclaimed
Croisette, that that was Louis himself
M. de Pavannes!"
"That?" answered, as we began ia
move again, the crowd melting before
lis. ''Oh, dear, nor
mo! no! The farther mani" he
1 explained
But had not been able to get good
look at the farther OF the two. We
! turned in our saddles and peered after
him. His back in the dusk certainly re-
minded me Of Louis Bure, however,
who said he knew NJ. de Pavannes by
sight, laughed at the idea. "Your
friend,' he said, "is wider man than
that And | thought he was right
there-but then 1t might be the cut Of
the clothes. "They have been at the
Louvre playing paume, I'll be sworn!'
he went on. 80 the admiral must be
better. The one next us was NJ. de Tel
igny, the admiral's son-in-law. And
the other, whom you mean, was Comte
de Ia Rochefoucault."
We turned as he spoke into narrow
street near the river, and could see not
far from us a mass Of dark buildings
which Bure told us was the Louvre
the kings residence. Out Of this street
we turned into q short one; and here
l'ure drew rein and raped loudly at
some heavy gates. 1t was SO dark that
when, these being opened, he led the
way into courtyard, we could see little
more than tall, sharp-gabled house,
projecting over us against pale sky;
and group of men and horses in one
corner. Bure spoke to one Of the men,
and begging us to dismount, said the
footman would show us to NJ. de Pa
vannes.
The thought that we were at the end
Of our long journey, and in time to
warn Louis Of his danger made us for
get all our exertions, our fatigue and
stiffness. Gladly throwing the brides
to Jean we ran up the steps after the
servant. The thing was DONE Hur-
rah the thing was done!
The house--as we passed through
long passage and up some steps
seemed full Of people. We heard voices
and the ring Of arms more than once.
But our guide, without pausing, led
US to small room lighted by hang
ing lamp. II will inform M. de Pa
,annes Of your arrival" he said, respect
fully, and passed behind curtain,
which seemed to hide the door Of I'm
inner apartment. AS he did so, the
clink Of glasses and the hum Of con-
versation reached us.
"lIe has company supping with him."
l snid, nervously. ! tried to flip some
OF the dust from my boots with my
whip. l remembered that this was
Paris.
"IIe will be surprised to see u.s.
quoth Croisette, laughing-a little
shyly, too, think. And so we stood
waiting.
| began to wonder as minutes passed
blythe gay company we had seen put
ting it in my mind, suppose-whether
Nj. de pavannes, Of Paris, might not
turn out to be a very different person
from Louis dc Pavannes, Of Caylus;
whether the kings courtier would be
as friendly as Kits lover. And was
still thinking of this without having
settled the point to my satisfaction
when the curtain was thrust aside
again. A very tall man, wearing a
splendid suit of black and silver and a
stiff, treneher-lille ruff, came quickly
in and stood smiling at us, little dog
in his arms. The little dog sat up and
snarlcd; and Crosctte gasped. 1t was
not our old friend Louis, certainly! 1t
was not Louis de Pavannes at all. 1t
was no old friend at all, 1t was
Ndame de Beers!
"Wclcome, gentlemen" he said, smil-
ing at us-and never had the east been
so apparent in his eyes. "Welcome to
Paris, NJ. Anne."