Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1898-11-17
CHAPTER 1.
THE JUSTICE OF M. DE ROME.

Mile dlaDiesl Lost againl In
devh runs in those dicel" and de Com
eron. with an impatient sweep of hi
hand, scattered the little spotted cube
on to the floor of the deserted and half
ruined hut, wherein we were beguil
ing the WEAKNESS of our picket dut,
before La Fere. with shake of our ell
bows, and a few fagons of wine, cap
tured from Monsieur the King of Ma
varre, as we. in our folly. called hin
still
] knew little of de Gomeron, excep
that he was of the Camargue, and haC
followed the fortunes of d'Aumale from
Argues to Ivry, from Ivry to the Exile
In the Low Countries, and that he helC
a commission from the duke as cap
tain in his guards. OF our personal re
laiions it is enough to say that Wa
hated each other, and would have
crossed swords ere enow but for the
iron discipline maintained by de, Rome
"a discipline the bouquet of which
had already scented. having escaped by
the skin of my teeth after an affair
with de Conner, who trod on my toe al
the generals levee. and was run
through the ribs at sunrise the next
morning.
Up to the time this occurred | had
been attached to de Rone's staff. but
after the accident to de Conner was
banished to the outposts. thinking my
self lucky 10 escape with that.
AT any rate. the outpost was under
my command. Imagine, therefore, my
disgust when | found that de Gomeron
had been detached to examine into and
report upon my charge. He did this
moreover in so offensive a manner that
| could barely restrain myself from pa
rading him on the stretch of turf be-
hind the thorn hedge that fenced in
the Enclosure to the hovel.
Our feelings towards 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
to be killed, as for the past week NJ.
de Rethelois. formerly as lively as
cricket, had kept himself close as nun
of Port Royal behind the walls of La
Fore. and affairs were ineffably dull.
was certain, however, that we should
soon break into open quarrel, and on
this night l felt mad anger against
the man as he sat staring at me. and
It was all | could do to restrain myself
from flinging the lees of the wine in
my glass in his face and abiding the
result.
II was at this moment that we heard
the quick challenge of the sentry ont
side. the password as sharply answered
and the tramp of feet.
The same idea flashed through both
our minds-it must be the general. and
ie Gomeron gave expression to the
thought.
"Corbleu! de Rome perhaps-the old
pat on the wing"
There followed q shutting OF feet, and
before man could count two. Nicholas.
he sergeant of our picket, with file
II men entered the hut, thrusting a
couple OF prisoners. a man and a wom-
10. before them.
1.-TWO birds from La Fere, my cap
ain" and Nicholas with a salute TO de
iomeron pointed to his prize. I'VE
ook Them" he ran on, ''at the ford near
he Red mill. and but for the moon they |
would have gone free; spies no doubt.
The old one is II. lie Moucbard, swear
There is fox in every line of his face;
nd as for madame theresa the old |
gentleman calls ber-in time warrant |
he will learn to love the camp of the
loly league" and the sergeant pushed
he lantern 60 that it shown full on the
ady's face. A curious light came int
e Gomeron's eyes as he looked at her.
nd she shrank back at the sergeant's
'orsls and action. whilst the old man
trained at the cords that bound his
vrists till the lines of the blue veins
TODD out on his forehead. Madame was
Inbound; but her hood had fallen back,
in it's fall mass of chestnut
air, and from this framework her eyes
lanced from one to another of us, half
d fear and half in anger.
''Messieursi" There was tremble
, the sweet voice, and there was light
nough to see her color come and go.
Messieursl We are no spies. 1t is
rue we are from La Fere, but all that
e did was to try and escape thence"
ITO the camp of the Bearnais-eh.
interrupted de Gomeron-
ITO the camp of the king of France"
be flashed back at him, a red spot rising
n each cheek 'Messieursi" she went
n. you are gentlemen, are you not?
on will let us go. Surely the Holy
,ague wars not with women and old
ien?"
The mention Of the league stirred her
and he gave tongue.
The Holy leaguei" he exclaimed
18th q savage scorn. Madame, though
e stand delivered unto these sons Of
elinl, must speak. for my heart is
al. Veal Shall my lips be sealed be-
IRE the enemies Of the Lordl The Holy
,aguel bal hal There Is no Holy
ague. Il died at Ivry." Here de (
omeron cut in with his quick. stern [
oice; BE silent. sirl or else q gag