Twice-a-week plain dealer. (Cresco, Howard County, Iowa) 1895-1913, 1898-09-20
CHAPTER 1.

TdH JUSTICE OF M. DE ROME.
"Mille diablesl Lost againl The
devil runs in those dicel" 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 shake of our ell
bows, and few f1agons of wine, cap.
tured from Monsieur the King of Ma
varre, as we, in our folly, called him
still.
knew little OF de. 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
commission from the duke us cap
tain in his guards. OF our personal re-
lations it 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
"a discipline the bouquet of which I
had already scented, having escaped by
the skin of my teeth after an affair
with de Conner, 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 I 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 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 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
| 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.
1t 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
de Gomeron gave expression to the
thought.
"Corbleul de Rome perhaps-the old
bat on the wing"
There followed shutting of feet, and
before man could count two, Nicholas,
the sergeant of our picket, with a file
Of men entered the hut, thrusting a
couple of prisoners, man and WON.
an, before them.
1.-Two birds from La Fere, my cap
tain," and Nicholas with salute to de
Gomeron pointed to his prize. 1--WE
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. le Mouchard, swear
There is fox in every line of his 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 it shown full on the
lady's face. A curious light came into
de Gomeron's eyes as he looked at her
and she shrank back at the sergeant.
words and action, whilst the old mar
strained at the cords that bound hi!
wrists till the lines of the blue vein!
stood out on his forehead. Madame wa!
unbound; but her hood had fallen back
loosening in it's fall n mass of chestnu
hair, and from this framework her eyes
glanced from one to another of us, hal
in fear and half in anger.
''Messieursl" There was trembl
in the sweet voice, and there was ligh
enough to see her color come and GO
"Messieurs! We are no spies. 1t i
true we are from La Fere, but all tina
we did was to try and escape thence
"To the camp of the Bearnais-eh
madame?" interrupted de Gomeron.
ITO the camp of the king of France,
she flashed back at him, a red spot risinI
on each cheek. 'Messieurs!" she wen
on. you are gentlemen, are you not
You will let US go. Surely the Hol.
league wars not with women and oil
men?"
The mention of the league stirred he
companion and he gave tongue.
"The Holy leaguel" he exclaime,
with savage scorn. Madame, thougl
we stand delivered unto these sons o
Belial, must speak, for my heart
full. Yea! Shall my lips be sealed be
fore the enemies of the Lord! The Hol
league! Ha! hal There is no Hol
league. 1t died at Ivry" Here d
Gomerop cut in with his quick, ster
voice: BE silent, sir! or else ga
will stop your tongue" and then wit
bow, Madame, it goes to my heart t
detain you; but war is war, and we hav
no option. Will you not be seated? A
that this poor hut affords is yours" an
he bent low again, perhaps to hide IL
expression in his eyes.
She made no effort to take the cha
be offered, but burst out passionately:
g Monsieur, ] see you command her
and it is to you to whom must appea
y Monsieur, give you my word of hon,