The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1898-09-25
LAKE, HERALD. SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER a5, 1898

back A foot was set on the light, and
it went out: we were all in the dark,
! till 1 groped for the chapel door ana
| flung it open. Even then the light was
! DIM, and ] could barely distinguish
| Rosalind's figure; she had meel1ly COW
I cred her head with her hood on enter
/ ing tne-chapel, and she did not fling it
back, although the Sieur d Audilly
I stepped forth to meet u.s. So straight
and tell and fine a gallant he showed
even in the faint light of the chapel.
that / could not but wonder again.
though Moved him not, why he should
have stopped for wife to Rosalind. But
then l, being but fool, had no business
with that or aught else that concerns
other men, For fool, look you, is but
Gagged fox, who pays for his scanty
share Of the kennels leavings by yelp-
ing strange praises of his trap.
The two went up to the altar rail and
knelt, and FIR Benoit came out in sur
plice and stoke, and motioned me for
ward. Never was so strange a we'd
ding. No feasting, no flowers, no gay
company, no witness but one, and that
fool; the groem a soldier of fortune,
and the bride-O, may God forgive us
for that nights work.
They were soon married, and we four
We're again outside the chapel door, and
stealing through the passages of the
chateau that led to the courtyard. For
neither FIR. Benoit nor l were minded
to let the young couple, however ill
mated, go forth into the great world
without a word of godspeed nor a hand
to wave adieu.
The great door was guarded by a
droWsy man-at-arms, but thrust the
other back in the darkness, and clapped
the guard on the shoulder, with shout
Halo, Logs! Break tryst and let me
OUT"
He sprang up with howl of dismay,
but, recognizing me, sank down again
with a grunt. Thy place is in bed,
lucky foolI'
Cats. owls and likewise birds need
no sleep, my dormOuSe. And look you,
there is a maid in the village keeping
vigil for want of a song under her win
dow"
80, o. And this a sober household"
Leave homilies to the fat shaveling
in the turret,'' said l, relishing this
prick at FIR Benoit. which for once he
dared not return. Thy business is to
open doors"
''Or to keep them SHUT
"Eh?"
Il tell thee, 1 will not.'
"Ol"
why should ], fool?'
Because doors are made to open,
as good a switch as the fat of thy
lords sword,' And I ratified the bells
of my bauble in his face with a shrill
laugh. for L heard whispering in the
shadow and wished not that it should
reach his ears. He began to argue
that is, to curse-and was at q loss
what to do when something small hit
me on the cheek and jingled on the
floor 1t was a piece of money, flung
by FIR Benoit / was certain, and l
began to grumble. There, I have lost
the shining fellow that was to keep
watch. with thee till his brother flew to
meet him on my return"
Lows caught the bait at once, and
flung the door wide, letting in the
moonlight, which fell in a great square
on the stone floor, and showed me the
gold piece lying just below me. put
my foot on it as Logs. went on his
knees to peer about, and began to talk
loud and rattle my bells, and point out
nothing in the shadows, so that under
cover of my noise and his abstraction
my three might slip out. This they did
while Logs back was turned, and as
soon as l saw them we'll across the
COURTYARD / kicked the coin into Logs
face, sprang out. dragged the door shut
with a great noise, and sped after
them.
all safe, for ] knew that the Sieur
d'Audilly had the key of the postern
in his pouch-when a shout behind
stopped me- and / saw the door stand
ing open and Logs running after me,
shouting at the top of his lungs:
"Treachery, treacheryl A moi, a moi.
Halt there!"
The others had stopped short at the
sound of his voice. but it was out of
sheer bewildermentS For one moment
their shapes stood out clear and sharp
in the moonlight, then they turned and
began to run again, the girl between
the other two. each with a hand in
hers Seeing that they would not stay,
Logs, hurriedly adjusting his argue
buse, fired upon them. Now, whether
it was that his aim, being without
staff on which 10 rest his heavy argue
buse, was unsteady, or whether he did
this horrible thing with full intent l
do not know-but the bolt sped straight
at the slender muffied, woman-Shape
between the two men. She flung out
her two hands. and fell without a cry.
The blood hot in me. 1 ran back to