The Kinsley graphic. [volume] (Kinsley, Kan.) 1890-1940, 1899-04-21

said, ''but l was not at home when
WALTON arrived, or else I had been here
| sooner"
You are in ample time for what we
want, Pantin,'' said, though there is
| no time to waste. 1 am leaving Paris
tonight and will not return to the Rue
My business concerns the safety and
honor of Nine. de la Bidache, and when
say that know can rely on you. Is
it not 500"
ut is, monsieur"
"Well, then, should anyone ask for
me, say I have gone you know not
| where. You do not know, as a matter
| of fact. If Jacques, my servant, re-
turns, bid him go straight to NJ. lie
Compile. He will get orders from him."
81 understand perfectly, monsieur"
There is yet another thing. Hasten
| to Maitre Palm and bid him await me
now outside the Porte St. Denis with
two spare horses; he will understand
what 1 mean. And now, my friend,
adieu. This will pay what owe you"
and 1 thrust half dozen pistoles into
| his hand.
But he resolutely refused. "No-no
M. lie Chevalier."
"But Dame Annette? 2" interposed Be-
| lin.
UNI" said the notary scratching his
chin-"that is another matter. had for
the moment forgotten I was a married
! man. Very well, monsieur, will take
the money, not that need it, but for
| the sake of peace; and now there is lit
tie time to lose. 1 go to do all you have
asked me to, and rest assured, mes
sieurs, it will be faithfully done.'
81 have no doubt of that, Pantin."
eve had better make start, too,"
said, and Belin shouted for the horses.
We stayed for moment or so after the
notary's departure, during which time
Belin urged me to take WALTON and
couple of men with me to my tryst;
but fearing no complications, I refused,
saying that this was matter that were
best done with one hand. Belin would
have come himself, but that his friend
ship with me being known, it was nee:
essary for him to avoid all suspicion of
his being in the affair.
II shall go to the Louvre" he said,
ohN ShSoSO Gil az pay. luSutdl
and others will be there and, if I mis-
take not, NJ. lie Baron will have a sore
head for his wedding" and he chuckled
here.
Then settled the score with mine
host, and mounting our horses we rode
back the way we came. It was at the
Magasins that we wished each other
good-by, and with a last grip of the
hand, andr& last warning to hasten to
Mourmeton, Belin turned towards the
Louvre, whilst I went on towards the
Tuileries, keeping the northern road and
not the more frequented street along
the river face.
There was strong moon, and the
night was as clear as crystal. One side
of the street was in shadow, Illuminated
here and there by the dim light of
few lanterns set high up in inches in
the old and mass-grown walls of the
buildings. The houses here were old
even for this part of Paris, and with
their sloping roofs and many gables rose
in irregular outlines on either side
outlines, however, so softened by the
moonlight, in which they seemed to
culver, that it was as if some fantas-
tic creation of fairyland had been set
down here-a phantom city that would
melt into nothingness with the warm
rays of the morning sun.
Away in the distance it still occurred
as if could hear the hum of the city
behind me, but here it was quiet and
still, and the iron-shod hoofs of Cou-
rome rang out with a strange clear
ness into the night.
I had now come to the gardens of
the Tuileries, and putting Couronne at
the wall which was just being raised
around them found myself within a
quarter mile of our place of meeting.
The turf was soft and level here, and
1 let Couronne go at half gallop, keep
ing the chequered shade of the huge
trees, which whispered strange things
to each other in the breeze. At this
moment it seemed as if I heard the
smothered neigh Of a horse. I knew
the sound well, for often had my old
Norman tried to serve me in this way
through the scarf by which his jaws
were bound together when we lay in
ambuscade. With a touch of my hand
stayed my beast and stopped to listen
Beyond me stretched the avenue, at the |
end of which stood the great lime trees.
1 could see nothing but the ghostly |
line of trunks lit up here by the moon,
there standing out black against the |