The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1897-08-15
CHAPTER VI.
"Green as a Jade Cup"

We passed the lacework of trees
that bordered the skirts Of the forest,
Nicholas and l. On our left we could
hear the drumming of horses h0ofS
growing fainter and more faint, as
JACQUES rode through the night to
RouVres. Marie's wailing came to us
from behind, and Nicholas, who was
walking doggedly along by the neck
of my horse, stopped short suddenly
and looked back. Turning in my
saddle I looked back too. and there she
was in shadowy outline, at the ruin
ed gates of the inn, and again her
sobbing cry came to us.
"Motbleur' I muttered to myself, as
1 saw Nicholas face twitch in the
moonlight, 7 must end this at once
and then sharply to my companion:
what stays you? Pick your heart
up. man. one would think you so
into the bOttomless pit-you walk with
so tender a foot!'
Il don't know what is in the bot
tcmIess pit, monsieur, and, like other
fools, would probably go there on the
run; but 1 do know the mercy OF M.
de GOmeron, and-I am not wont to be
go but my heart is as heavy as lead
VERY well; then let us go back. 1t
is like to be a FOOLS Grand with such
a guide"
My words. and the tone they were
uttered in. touched him on the raw,
and he swung around.
'I will go monsieur. This way-to
the right
We turned sharply, behind the 81
lently waving arms of the hedge Of
hornbeam, and it was relief to find
that this cut away all further chance
of seeing the pitiful figure at the gates
of the inn. Nicholas drew the folds Of
his frayed cloak over his head, as if to
shut out all sound, and hurried onward
a tall figure, lank and dark, that
fitted before me within the shadow of
the hedgerow. My horses knees were
hidden by the underground on either
side of the winding track, that twin
ed and twisted like a snake under the
targIe OF grass and weed. The waste
over which we passed, gray-green in
the moonlight and swaying in the
wind, rolled like a heaving, signing sea
to where it was brought up abruptly
by the dark mass of the forest, stand
ing up solidly against the sky as
though it were a high coast line. AS
we forced our way onward, the swish
OF the grass was as the churning Of
water at the bows of q boat, and one
could we'll imagine the long, shaking
FLASHES OF white, nothing the moving
surface before US, were caused by the
breaking of uneasy water into foam.
Of a truth these. white FLASHES were
but marguerites.
From the warm dark depths at our
SEdSSUCDD6rS Shrllled
to each other to be of good cheer. and |
ever and again we heard the sudden |
plunge and hustle of a startled hare.
as it scattered away in a mad fear at
nothing.
You count your toises long here.
Nicholas" l remarked, for something
20 say, as we spattered in and out Of |
r. shaSoW pool; and the gnats, asleep
on its surface, rose in a brown cloud |
and huGlmed their anger about our
ears.
They are as we reckon them, mon
Eieur. But few steps further and we
will get my horse, and after that there |
IS no difficulty. for I know each track
and bypath Of these woods"
And l wager that many a fat buck |
has dropped here to your arquebus on
moonlight nights such as this"
One does not learn the forest for |
nothing, NJ. le Chevalier, but the bucks
fell lawfully enough. My grandfather
came here as huntsman to Madame |
Diane, my father succeeded him, and 1
had followed my father, but for the |
war
And smart soldier you made. I |
remember that when I cut you down
trom q nasty position 1 had not time
then to hear how you came in such
plight. How was It? Tell me the truth"
l have almost forgotten how to do |
50. | will try, however, and make 1t
SNORT; When M. lie Marquis bore you
or after the duel and the escape of |
the prisoners, the Captain de Gomeron |
turned on me, and, damning me from |
head to toe. nwore he would fay me
to ribbons. Feeling sure he would do |
so, and careless Of the consequences. T |
answered back-with the result YOU
know. Marked as 1 was, it was use
less to seek employment anywhere, and
then 1 became what am, and will
end on the wheel"
Il don't think So" said, but he in
terrUpted
at any rate, not before I have paid
MY debt. ard the bill presses"
had purposely worked up to this,
See here. sergeant said, mo nom
sense. Brush Off that bee that you
have OF yorr head. You are here to-