The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1897-07-25

to follow. 1t came to me like lightning
that the prisoners were unguarded, and
slipping my dagger from it's sheath
l thrust it's haft into madameS hand,
and l saw that she understood from
the thanks in her eyes. AS I went
out 1 heard the voice Of the Huguenot:
''They shall die as they have lived
by the edge of the sword; and the
Lord shall confound His enemies"
1t was but stone throw to the
stretch of green, which extended as
level as a tenniS-court for a hundred
PAGES or so, and then sloped gently
downward towards the junction of the
Serre and the Disc. Beyond rose the
walls of La Fere, whose grey outlines,
lit up here and there by the flare OF a
lamp or fire, were clearly visible in the
bright moonlight So clear was this
light, that 1 could distinctly make out
the blue flowers of the patch of borage,
which lay between the hut and the
thorn hedge, beyond which de Come
ron was awaiting me. When [ came
up I found him standing with his back
to the moon. He had thrown off his
doublet, and was in his shirt sleeves.
which were rolled up to his elbows,
and Nicholas and the men stood a lit
tie on one side, utterly forgetful Of
the prisoners, and eager as blood
hounds to witness the coming fight.
1t took but a half minute to make my
self ready, and, borrowing a poniard
from Nicholas to help me to parry
for de Gomeron held one in his left
hand, and 1 was determined to give him
no further advantage-he already had
the light took my position. Then
there was an angry little clash and our
blades met, looking for all the world
like two thin streaks of fire in the
moonlight. l began the attack at once
in the lower lines, but soon found that
my adversary was master of his
weapon, and his defense was complete.
We were both sober enough now, be-
sides being in deadly earnest, and de
Gomeron began to change his tactics
and attack in his turn. He was more
than cunning Of fence, thrusting high
at my throat to get as much of the
reflection Of the moon as possible on
his blade, and so dazzle my eyes; but
this was a game I had played before,
and. seeing this, he disengaged, and,
making q beautiful feint, thrust low
in fierce. The parry was just in time,
but the point of his blade ripped me
exactly over the heart, and dyed my
shirt red with the blood of a flesh
| wound The discipline Of Nicholas and
his men went to shreds at the sight Of
this, and there was a shout: "Crolx
| Dieu! He is lost"
| But a mans knowledge is not to be
| counted by his years, and Ma1tre Tou-
Chef had himself placed a foil in my
hand ere 1 was seven. The hair that
stood between me and death as de
| Gomeron's point touched me cooled me
to ice, and knowing that In a long
continued contest youth must tell, 1
began to feign retreat and gave back
slowly, meaning to wind my opponent,
and work him round to get a little of
| the moon in his eyes, De Gomeron
| no nrpSSa6 attach
with the result that he shifted his po-
sion Of vantage, and in a while began
to breathe heavily. At this point q
| cloud obscured the moonlight, and my
opponent, springing back, called out:
Hold! hold till the cloud passes! We
cannot see."
"But I can, messieurs," answered a