Omaha daily bee., 1898-05-22

the United states interfering, It's not likely;
Italys gratitude It not to be counted on;
France must face the music alone"
II wish" observed Harewood. that the
Paris journals would exhibit less hysteria
and more common sense. They've had Bis
marck killed every week since last August.
they've captured Moltke, they've innocu-
lated the Red Prince with typhus. they've
announced the mutiny OF every regiment in
the Bavarian and Saxon armies. Look at
the way the government Is blowing up
tunnels and bridges. What lunacy! They're
only hampering their own movements and
1t takes about day to lay pontoons." He
put on his coat, standing up for Bourke to
brush him.
That's a big cannon they've mounted
down there" he observed. looking out of the
window Come on, Cecil, breakfast must
be waiting"
AS they descended the stairs Hide and
Yolette. stood at the front door looking at
the cannon across the street.
Good morning." said Yoette brightly,
"Messieurs, have you seen The Prophet"
(which particular prophet do you mean
I'm little in that way myself" said
Bourke gayly, land l prophesy that we are
going to have most delicious bowl OF
cafe au lait in minute or two
Anyone can prophesy that" said Hide;
''Yolette means the cannon The soldiers
have named it The Prophet everybody is
talking about it; the morning papers say
it can throw shells as large as a man and
that it will be terrible for the Prussians.' -
"Oh," said Harewood, $50 they call it
THE Prophet"
"All the same" said Yolette, 81 hope it
will not need to prophecy"
They stood a moment looking at the great
silent gun, at the squad of sailors who were
exercising around it, then Yolette laughed
lightly and summoned them to breakfast,
leading the way with her arm around her
sisters slender waist.
"There is an awful creature" said Hide,
"who calls himself the Mouse and who came
into the hallway early this morning and
asked for Monsieur Hardwood"
Shouts of laughter interrupted her. Bourke
begged Harewood to introduce his friend, the
Mouse and Yolette insisted until Harewood
little red, explained who the Mouse was.
"And you helped him to hide from the
police?" exclaimed Yolette, Mortified.
That's Just like JIM" said Bourke, who
had enjoyed the story keenly.
Hide said nothing. Her changing face
was turned to Harewood.
what did he want with me?" asked
Harewood, carelessly. Money!"
mo" said Hide, with a strange little
shudder. "He said: Tell him to go to the
"Undertakers" If he ever needs help.
1.-THE Undertakers!!" gasped Yolette.
'Its not what you think; it's a sort Of a
club in Bellevile, a nest where the elite
of the cut -throats congregate," said Hare
wood, much amused. II suppose the
creature is grateful to me for hiding him
l don't think / shall accept his invitation.
Gratitude is rare in that species,
observed Bourke, cautiously. II fancy he'd
cut your throat for a franc. Jim.'
Probably he would" laughed the other
Hide listened in silence When Bourke
| slung his binoculars over his shoulder and
| said he was going to St. Cloud with Hare
wood, Yolette insisted on putting up fol-
them a little luncheon. Hide aided her
| silent, preoccupied. deftly tying the small
parcels and wrapping up two half bottles OF
| red wine. At the front door Bourke stood
telling Yolette not to keep dinner waiting
as they might stay away all night, and, as
Harewood started along the hallway to joir
| his comrade, Hide began carelessly:
| "Of course, Monsieur Harewood. you are
| not going to the-the 'Undertakers?
| s"Why, no. he said surprised, 1--WE arr
going to st. Cloud"
"But-I mean--you are never going-ar'
your" as
There was a silence. He looked at he
| without stirring, one hand on the door
Again that swift emotion sent the blooC
thrilling, tingling, leaping through ever!
vein, yet, even then, he reasoned-evel
then, when in her face he saw reflected hi
own emotion-even then when a fierc
desire to take her in his arms-this girl 81
close to him-Hilde, who would not resist
He stood there dumbly, one hand twiste'
in the door handle. daring neither to speal
nor move-for her sake. The enchantmen
of her bent head. the curve of her scarle
mouth, the white hands idle by her side
held him fascinated.
Bourke called impatiently, and cam
through the hallway toward them. At tn
sound OF the voice Hide raised her hea,
as though aroused from dream. Witt
dazed eyes she moved toward the door, hold
ing the little packet-Harewood' luncheon
Thine to start" said Bourke. with
cheerful smile. Are you ready?"
Yes" said Harewood, shortly
He took the luncheon from Hides list
less hands, thanking her and sayini
goodbye, then followed Bourke out into tn
Rue d'Ypres.
When they had gone Yolette went bacl
into the garden, where, slate in hand, Re-
Riding Hood sat, accomplishing multiplied
ton. Hide fingered by the door, watching
the sailors, rifles en- bandouliere, drilling
with 1.-The Prophet" From the bastion tn
short commands Of the officer came clearl
to the ear. LA hausse a quinz cent
metres. Premiere piece, feu! La hausse
deux miles metres! Premiere piece, feu!"
Then. pretending that the gun had bee
fired, the two cannoniers in the cente
swabbed the piece as the brigadier an
artificer unlocked the breech. the two load
ers hoisted in a dummy shell, and the aid