The Saint Paul globe., 1897-08-08
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8. LENETT YEATS,
Author of "The Honour of save1li.

and see.''
'I shall go-faatn going today
1T will be atSthe risk of your Hfe.'
'Maitre PALM 5there is the kings
will go' -.
He looked at me long and attentive
himself, and then loudly, "wen,
chevalier, I have warned you-if you
go you will want safe lodging-seek
out Pantin in the. Rue des Deux Mondes,
and mention my name. The house
faces the Pont Neuf you can't miss it."
Thank you, l will do so.'' r..
Then after few minutes more Of
talk we wished. each other goodbye
and parted. .ffffrt~.
AS for myself i was on the cross
with what 1 had heard. My mind was
racked with doubt, and at last, in de-
spair, / sought my own room to think
over the mattef-I could make nothing
Of it, turn which waysI would TO .mt,
PALMS story was incredible. But yet
it explained and nlads clear so. much!
1T was not to offer ray sword to the
king that would now go to Paris.
1t would be to save the woman /
loved, if possible How was L to do
this, had no definite ideaAthe one
lh1ng at present in my mind was Paris
Paris. [ therefore gave the necessary
orders to Jacques to- make ready to
start at once, and descending the
winding staircase of the tower wherein
/ my room lay, sought the great hall
with the view of either finding madame
there, or Of sending some one with the
request to permit my waiting on her to
say goodbye. The staircase ended in -
long dark corridor, hung on each side
with trophies of the chase, old arrner
and frayed and tattered banners. AT
the end of this was an arched doorway v
hidden by heavy curtain, and above
the arch was a haIf-length portrait
of a man. The painter had not fiat
tered his subject, the long pointed
face, with its gray beard, was bent
forward slightly, there was cynical
curve to the lips, and the eyes looked
down on me as if with laugh in them.
L had passed this picture fifty times
before, but had never stayed to ex-
anime it. Somehow l did so on this
occasion, and as 1 read the inscription,
Antoine de la Tremouille," on the
frame, the thin lips appeared to length
en- out into grin. For a moment q
chill fell on me, and then laughing at
myself for a fool, L lifted the curtain
and passed into the great hall AL
first | thought it was empty, but a sec
ond glance showed me madame, seated
at small table in the recess of tha
bowwindow that overlooked the park
Her face, leaning on her hand, was
half averted from me, and l caught
glimpse of a small foot resting on
one of the lions heads in which the
legs of the table finished. The foot was
beating up and down as if in unison
with the impatience of madames
thoughts, butt j could see nothing of
her face beyond it's contour. She was,
as usual, robed in black, wearing no
jewels except a gold collar round her
neck. For moment j stood in silence
looking at her, half thinking that here
was chance to speak out what was
in my heart, and then stilling the
words by the thought of how impos-
sible it was for a poor man to WOO
rich woman
Through the open window L could see
the woods, ruday III their autumn feli-
age, and ever and again came the
sound of cheerful voices, marking
where the good people of the Bidache
were holding Tevelry in honor of their
mistress return.
AS 1 stood, Hat in hand, madame sud
denly turned with. little start, and
hastily concealed something as she
caught sight of me. 1 went up at once
and she rose to meet me.
II have conge to say farewell,
madame" and held out my hand.
so soon,'' she said as she took it for
a moment, her eyes not meeting mine
''Yes-Paris is far-and it will be we'll
for me to be there as quickly as pos
sible."
Paris You are surely not" and
she stopped.
''Why not, madame?'
''Oh, don't know" and hastily, zone
sometimes says things that don't exact
ly convey ones meaning. But 1 can
imagine why you go to Paris-you are
tired of Bidache, and pine for the great
city" .
"It is not that, but" and pointed to
the rolling woods and wide lands that
spread before us, II have no response
bilities like these-and Auriac. which
stands by the sea, takes care Of itself
besides have my way to make as yet"
''You have friends?''
zone at any rate and that was re-
stored to me by yousi' and glanced to
the hilt of my sword.
Man does not want better; but you
have another-rherei at Bidache, and 1
shall be in Parisaisoen, too, and-this
place Is dull. Ut kills me-
"And yet YOU have not been here for
three years-n1ada aine, are the masques
at the Louvrefaso attractive that you
can desert youGfhonae, where your name