The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1897-09-05

cold as ice. Then came the revulsion,
and with trembling fingers 1 raised the
token to my lips and kissed 1t hun
dred times. There were no written word
with it; there was nothing but this
little worn bow; but it told a whole
story to me. 1t had come down to
me. that ribbon that Marescot said
was hung too high for De Breuil OF
Auriac; and God alone knows how l
thanked him for his goodness to me.
For ten long minutes I was in fairy
land, and then I saw myself as L was,
prescribed and poor, almost in the
hands of powerful enemies, striving to
fight an almost hopeless cause with
nothing on my side and everything
against me. Even were it otherwise,
the rock of Auriac was too bare to
link with the broad lands of Pelouse
and Bidache, and, love her as l did, L
could never hang my sword in my
wifes halls. 1t was impossible, utter
ly impossible. So I was tossed now
one way, now another, until my mental
agony was almost insupportable.
The next day nothing would content
me but that I must report to the Rue
Varenne, and, if possible, get a glimpse
| of madame as she arrived. [ left in
structions that Palm should be asked
to wait for me if he came during my
| absence for my Impotence was too
! great to admit of my staying in for
! him. I was not, however, in so great
a hurry as to neglect entirely the
warnings 1 had received, and dressed
myself as simply as possible, remov-
! ing the plumes from my hat and
wearing a stout buff coat under my
! long cloak Thus altered [ might be
mistaken for a Huguenot, but hardly
any one would look for former cava-
lier of the league in the soiemnly
! dressed man who was strolling to the
! end of the Malaquais. There 1 took a
boat at the Rue de Bac. At the jetty
l disembarked and went leisurely to-
ward the Rue Varenne AS I was
crossing the Rue Grenelle. hard by the
logis de Condo, half dozen gentle
! men came trotting by and took up
| the road. I stopped to let them pass,
| and saw to my surprise that amongst
| them were my old comrades in arms,
! De Cosse- Brissac, Tavannes and De
/ Gle.
was about to wave my hand In
greeting. when I recognized amongst
them the sinister face of Latin riding
on the far side of me- Quick as thought
I pretended to have dropped something
and bent down as if to search for it.
| The pace they were going at prevent
ed any one of them, not even except
| ing Latin, with. his hawks eye, from
recognizing me, but it did not prevent
Tavannes from turning in his saddle
and flinging me a piece of silver with
the gibe, Go on all tours for that,
Maitre Huguenot." I kept my head
low. and made a rush for the silver,
whilst they rode off laughing, laugh
in which I joined myself, though with
different reasons. On reaching the
Rue Varenne I had no difficulty in
finding the house I sought; the arms
on the entrance gate gave me this
| information; and I saw that madame
had only just arrived, and had l been
but a half hour earlier I might have
seen and even spoken with her. I hung
about for some minutes on the chance
of getting a glimpse of her, with no
success. then finding that my loung-
ing backwards and forwards outside
the gates was beginning to attract at
tention from the windows of house
opposite, I took myself off. feeling a
| little foolish at what I had done.
I came back the way l went and as
! I walked down the Malaauais met Mas
ter Jacques taking an airing with two
cornpanions In one Of them / recog-
nized WALTON, my old friend de Belin's
man, the other I did not know, though
he wore the sang de-beeuf livery of
the Comics de Belin. Having no par
ticular interest in lackeys I paid him
| no farther attention, though could