The Kinsley graphic. [volume] (Kinsley, Kan.) 1890-1940, 1899-12-29

gaze, and looked towards the ground. We
stood thus before each. other for little
time before he replied, and his voice was
almost inaudible.
"Perhaps-I am not sure" he added,
with an effort.
/ was standing, holding Castor's reins:
but as he spoke handed the horse over
mande's, said, loudly, and with tone of
affected gayety:
"You missed great ride, chevalier-come
take a turn with me in the garden
He yielded passively, and in few steps
we had crossed the courtyard and were in
a secluded portion of the palace gardens
that was called the Lemon walk. This
may add was subsequently improved out of
existence by the architect, in the course of
completion of the palace and grounds.
When we reached this point, unslipped
my arm, and, turning round, faced St. Ar
mande, having resolved to end my suspi-
cions.
"See here, chevalier," said, IT am play
ing for heavy stakes, / am walking on dam
gerous ground, and must know where put
my feet; will you answer plain question?
Are you friend or foe?"
his color. coming and going, but said moth
ing. Was it possible the man was a cow
ard?
eff you do not reply" said, ri will take
the risk, and treat you as an enemy, do
you hear! You lied to me when you said
last night you had played at the vatican
with Colonna-now draw" l pulled out
my weapon, and stood before him, expect
ing every instant to see his rapier in his
hands; but he stood absolutely still, his
head hanging down.
Man." said, "have you not heard? AM
to think you coward as well as liar?"
"How dare you say that!" he burst out.
"Y ou-you of all men-Oh: what am say
ing? Yes, l did not play with colonna;
but / thought you were hard pressed for
money, and-and invented the fiction, think
ing that perhaps"
THAT perhaps would accept your win
nings over the gambling table, rather than
the offer of a friend. You do me much
honor, chevalier."
"You wrong me, Savelli-nay, start not.
knew your name and story, and, before
heaven, I say am your friend"
you know mel"
eyes, am working for you; come, put
by your sword. Look at me! Do look
like an enemy?"
He had recovered himself, and met my
gaze fearlessly. Where could have seen
that face before? drew my hand over my
forehead as if to sweep the cobwebs from
my memory, but with no avail.
"Well," he went on, with q smile, edo
I look like an enemy? If do, your sword
is ready. Strike now, it will be quick rid
dance; come!"
put back my sword with a snap.
II do not understand, but accept your
explanation"
He held out his hand frankly.
THAT is right, and you will still let me
| be your comrade"
took his grasp.
Eyes, If you swlkh it."
We walked back together in silence, and
on reaching the courtyard st. Ar1nande
said:
"I am afraid 1 have fallen much in your
! esteem"
My esteem, chevalier, is at present of
no value to man or woman"
'rDo you think so?" he said, and then,
rapidly: "Adieu for the present; remem-
Der, hold you to your word that you think
me friend"
I made no answer, and he ran lightly up
the steps of the principal entrance.
| l supped that evening for a change with
| the gentlemen of the suite; but st. Ar
mande was not there, and there were a
| few free remarks made concerning the man
| ner in which he was supposed to have been
| received at the vatican by Giulia Orsini and
Lucrezia Dorgia.
eff it goes on like this" said lie Clerc,
1--WE viii have to drag the Tiber for his
body, and say masses for his soul. unless
he puts the seas between himself and the
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