The diamond drill. (Crystal Falls, Iron County, Mich.) 1887-1996, 1898-09-10
CHAPTER I.

THE JUSTICE OF M. DE ROME.

THE JUSTICE OF M. DE ROME
'Mflle diablesl Lost againl The
devil runs In those diceI" and de Com
eron. with an impatient sweep Of HIS
hand, scattered the little spotted cubes
ON to the floor of the deserted and half
ruined hut, wherein we were beguil-
ing the WEAKNESS of our picket duty
before La Fere, with q shake of our ell
bows, and few fiagons of wine, cap
tured from Monsieur the King of Ma
varre, as we, In our folly. called him
still.
/ knew little of dc Gomeron, except
that he was of the Camargue, and had
followed the fortunes of d'Aumale from
Argues to Ivry, from Ivry to the Exile
in the Low Countries, and that he held
q commission from the duke as cap
tain In his guards. OF our personal re-
lations IL Is enough to say that we
hated each other, and would have
crossed swords ere now but for the
iron discipline maintained by de Rome
IA discipline the bouquet OF which 1
had already scented, having escaped by
the skin of my teeth after an affair
with de Gonnor, who trod on my toe at
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 to 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 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 howell.
Our feelings towards each other be-
ing as they were, IL 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 M.
de Rethelois, formerly as lively as a
cricket, had kept himself close as nun
of Port Royal behind the walls of La
Fere, and affairs were ineffably dull.
/ was certain, however, that we should
soon break into open quarrel, and on
this night / felt mad anger against
the man. as he sat staring at me, and
Il was all I 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 out
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
dc Gomeron gave expression TO the
thought.
"Corbleul de Rome perhaps-the old
Dat on the wing"
There followed n shutting OF feet, and
before a man could count two, Nicholas,
the sergeant of our picket, with file
of men entered the hut. thrusting n
couple of prisoners, a man and wom-
an, before them.
1.-TWO birds from La Fere, my cap
thin" and Nicholas with salute TO de
Gomeron pointed to his prize. I'VE
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 VI. lie Mouchard, swear.
There Is fox in every line of bis face;
and as for madame theresa the old
gentleman calls her--in time warrant
she will learn TO love the camp OF the
Holy league" and the sergeant pushed
the lantern SO that II shown full on the
lady's face. A curious light came into
de Gomerop's eyes as he looked at her
and she shrank back at the sergeants
words and action, whilst the old man
strained at the cords that bound his
wrists till the lines of the blue veins
stood out on his forehead. Madame was
unbound; but her hood had fallen back
loosening in it's fall n mass of chestnut
hair, and from this framework her eyes
glanced from one TO another of us, hall
In fear and half In anger.
.sMessieursl" There was trembls
In the sweet voice, and there was light
enough TO see her color come and go
'sMessieursl We are no spies. IL II
we did was to try and escape thence
ITO the camp of the Bearnais-eh
madame?" interrupted dc Gomeron.
"To the camp of the king of France,
she flashed back at him. n red spot rising
ON each cheek. "Messieursl" she went
on, syou ore gentlemen, are you not
You will let us go. Surely the Holy
1ea0uc wars not with women and ole
men?"
The mention of the league stirred hei
companion and he gave tongue.
1.-THE Holy leaguel" he exclaimed
With n savage scorn. MADAME, though
we stand delivered unto these sons o.
Belial, 4 must speak, for my heart q
full. Veal Shall my lips be sealed be
fore the enemies of the Lordl The Hol,
league! Hat hal There Is no Hoi,
ALL ~ lew - Hora III