The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1899-11-26

and his grasp was firm and cordial
Then he went back as he had come, and
Lorgnac with him; but, ere the latter
left NE, he bent forward and said in
low voice:
Stay here for an hour or So Let me
know if any one passes. There is life
and death on this. old friend"
With that he followed the prince,
/ leaving me with all my day dreams
Knocked out of my head, a prey to the
most complete wonder and astonish-
ment.
made Up my mind to do what Lorg-
nae wished. There was a council that
day, at which it was not necessary that
LIE Brusquet should attend, and 1 would
not be required until after the dinner
hour. Besides, my curiosity was stirred
TO its depths, and so / fingered, keep
ing a careful watch to the right and
left of me, but saw nothing. At last I
began to weary of this, and on reflect
ing that there were three ways out of
the garden-one by the wicket leading
into the Louvre, the second near the
Porte st. Honore, and the third at the
Tour de Bois-I came to the conclusion
that If there was a spy about he would
have plenty of chance to escape. SO
1 consulted the oracle l picked Pom
pom up and let him drop on the sward,
AS he touched the ground the little
beast gave chuckle, and scampered
across the grass in the direction of the
river. In brief, it was the river bank
near the Tour de Bots that the oracle
pointed at, and 1 followed Pompon
across the hedge. and we went noise
lessly through a tangled maze of brush
and shrub and tree, until we came to
the old city wall, that ended here on the
river face. No sooner had we reached
it than Pompon Swarmed up the wall.
With the aid of a friendly yew tree I
followed his example, and, stretching
myself on the fiat surface. with the
ape curled up close beside me, waited
and watched.
The day was perfect, and / basked
like lizard in the warm sunshine, lis
tening to the buzzing of the wasps, ami
the CHEEKY whistle of a blackcap from
a thorn bush not a bowshot from me.
But my eyes were not idle. l had
good view from where l was. and /
watched like hawk from cliff. But
nothing came in sight except the slow
procession of boats passing up ava
down the river and the crowd on the
opposite bank like so many ants, hur-
rying to and fro. l was beginning to
despair, and was laughing to myself at
my oracle when a little skiff that had
been hugging the shore on my side
stole quietly up, and grounded softly
on the bank just beneath me. Theirs
was only one man within; but / saw
at a glance he was not a regular boat
man of our river. He was too tall and
dark and had foreign air about him.
With the aid of a towline he fastened
the boat to a heavy stone. and then,
throwing his coat on his arIfl-for he
was in his shirt sleeves-he stepped up
the bank, and sat contentedly down be-
meath the yew tree.
"Oh, ho," 1 muttered to myself, "the
oracle is working Craning over. 7
took another look at my man; but
could see little except his shoulders ana
the top of his head. His coat, however,
was on the grass beside him. and on its
breast was embroidered the arms OF
Spain.
From the Spanish embassyr' / muir
INJURED again. This grows interesting"
And l stretched myself so that / could
watch him without moving. My only
fear was lest Pompon should make
some noise. or start off in pursuit of
some idle fancy. SO l stroked his fur
gently TO keep him quiet, and the ape
blinked at me with sleepy, bead-like
eGes.
/ had not long to wait, maybe half
hour or so, when a shrlll whistle rang
out from amongst the trees, and my
Spaniard, jumping up. whistled back as
shrilly. Then there was a moments
silence, followed by the sound of hur-
rying feet. as a man ran up, GREATNESS
with haste.
"Carambar' exclaimed the Spaniard
you are later
Twas not. to be helped. 1 caught
sight of the fool lie Brusquet, and his
cursed ape moping about the gardens
and lay quiet to give the pair time to
how rr,<r - 4
Have you seen anything of them
NO one has been here" and the
Spaniard, lifting his coat. prepared to !
zezro-,1 10 the boat.