Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1897-06-26

At any rate, the outpost was uhueI
nv command. Imagine, therefore, my
disgust when found that de Gomeron
had been detached to examine into the
report upon my charge. He did this,
moreover. in so offensive manner,
hectoring here and hectoring there,
that I could barely restrain myself from
nar3ding him on the stretch Of turf
behind the thorn hedge that fenced in
the enclosure to the hovel. The very
sight of that turf used to tempt me.
It was so soft and springy so level
and true. with no cross shadows OF tree
trunks or notified reflections of foil
age to spoil a thrust in tierce.
Our feelings toward each other be-
ing as they were, it would seem odd
that we should have diced and drunk
together; but the situation was one of
armed peace; and, besides. time had
10 be killed. as for the past week NJ. de
RetheIois. formerly as lively as a
cricket. had kept himself close as a
nun of Port Royal behind the walls of
La Fere. and affairs were ineffably dull.
I was certain. however, that we should
soon break into open quarrel, and on
this night. whether it was de Gomeron S
manner of losing or whether it was the
d'Arbois l cannot tell, but felt mad
anger against the man as he sat star
ING at me. and it was all l could do TO
restrain myself from f1inging the lees
of the wine in my glass in his face
and abiding the result. | held myself
in with an effort. drumming with my
fingers on the table the while, and at
last he spoke in an abrupt and Earring
voice:
What says the score?"
I looked at the once blank card on
which l had jotted down the points and
passed it to him with the answer: "One
hundred and twenty livres of Paris, NJ.
Gomeron."
DE Gomeron, if you please, NJ. d'Au-
riac. Here is your money, see it IS
not Tournois." and he slid rouleau
across the table towards me. l made
no effort to take it; but, looking at The
man with a sheer, gave answer Il was
not aware that they used the de in
the Camargue. Monsieur
Young fool" 1 heard him mutter
between his teeth, and then aloud,
Your education needs extension, Chew
alier."
There is space enough without l
answered hotly, laying my hand on my
sword. and no time like the present
the moon is at her full and stands per
fectly." We sprang to o.: feet ut these
woras and stood facing each other. III
thought of de Rome had nown from NY
mind my one desire was 10 DE face to
face WITH the man on that patch of turf
Peste, had much to learn in those
days,
We stood thus for g moment, and
then a short. mirthless "Ha! ha' burst
from de Gomeron, and ne made turn
to the corner of the room where his
rainier leaned against the wall. 1t was
at the moment of this action that "
heard the quick challenge of the sentry
outside tho password as sharply an
swered. and the tramp of feet.
The same idea flashed through both
our minds-it must be the General, and
de Gomeron gave expression to the
thought.
.Corbleu, de Rome perhaps-the old
bat en- the wing. We must defer the
lesson. Chevalier.'
l bowed and bit my lips in silence;
there followed a shutting of feet, and
before a man could count two, Nicholas,
the sergeant of our picket, with file
Of men entered the hut, thrusting a
couple Of prisoners, a man and wo-
man before them.
1.-TWO birds from La Fere, my cap
tain" and Nicholas with a salute to de
Gomeron pointed to his prize. Eve
took them" he ran on, "at the ford
near the Red Mill, and but for the
moon they would have gone free; spies
no doubt. The old one is NJ. lie Mouch-
/ ard. I swear. There is fox in every line
of his face: and as for Madame there
so the old gentlemen calls her-in
time l warrant she will learn to love
the camp Of the Holy League" and the
+ Sergeant pushed the lantern so that
it shonc iuu on the lady's face. A
curious light came into de Gomeron's
+ ewes as he looked at her, and she shrank
back at the Sergeants words and ac-
ton. whilst the old man strained at the
cord that bound his wrist till the lines
os the blue veins stood high ont on his
forehead. The soldiers had shown
Madame this kindness. that she was UNI
bound: but her hood had fallen back.
Ioosenirg in IT'S fall a mass Of chest
MT hair. and from this framework her
eyes glanced from one to another of us,
half in fear and h2,f IN anger.
"Ncssiours!" There was tremble
IN the sweet voice, and there was light
I enough TO see her color come and go.
: "Messieurs, That man." she made a
/ little gesture Of infinite disdain towards