Arizona weekly journal-miner., 1899-12-27

long mosses swing like an old mans beard from the decaying hemlock."
 There were two hours more of pad ding, but hardly a word was spoken head had sunk upon her breast. Yvonne's gaze was fixed ear nestly upon the young mans face, az if she found strength there. Willough- by, watching the prov as he sent it shooting through the water, had ever before his eyes the vague, mysterious image of the Lady of the Flag Flowers.
 They approached the hillside on which stood grandmere's little white house. The storm that had been threat ening for so long, seemed almost ready to burst above their heads.
 ''It is near midnight" said Willough- by, as he turned the canoe toward the shore.
 Then, by a sudden impulse, he leaned toward Yyonne.
 You have not told me the name of La Jongleuse, Yvonne."
 ''Non, non, for it is ze bad fortune to speak it."
 Nothing will harm you now, my child" he answered, as he sprang from the boat and pulled it up on shore.
 If one speak her name and the hour ees midnight, then she will appear, and if she will appear it be a sign of death
 He held out his hand to guide her to the bank, and when he felt her fingers within his own, masterful desire grew strong in him. His persuasion could conquer her fear.
 'Yvonne, tell me her name"
 He put his arm about her to steady her as she wavered at his side.
 ''I shall let nothing harm you" and he frightened his clasp of her hand.
 M. Villeaubille, " make you me to speak? Her name, it ees Matshi Skeou, ' the young girl whispered. Her face, raised to his, was illuminated by flash of lightning.
 Yvonne laid hand upon her shoul- der, but the old woman did not raise her head.
 '-Grandmere," she cried, looking down into her face. Then: "Malheur! File est morte, morte." she shrieked La Jongleusc, Ia JOngieuse!"
 II twas true. The old woman was dead Willoughby carried the burden to the house, where the husband and a mar ried daughter awaited them.
 He felt conscious-stricken. He knew that Yvonne would regard him as re sponsible for the calamity. Perhap: the superstition had laid hold little or him. At any rate, he sincerely repent ed that he had made the young girl speak the dreaded name.
 What would you like 10 have me do?" he asked her after the grandmoth CTS body had been tenderly laid upon a bed
 Shall go for Priest?"
 "Yes. Nj. Villeaubille; if you would b, so good"
 He ran down 10 the shore again, 1T the gathering storm. As he stoopeC over the canoe he heard light steps be hind him on the grass. II had been aT uncanny experience even for Wiilough by, the night, the storm, the mysteriou: glimpses of a strange and solitary eoun try, the weird tale of Indian super stition. the dead woman, who had stirred not in the canoe, Yvonne's cry: "LaJongleuse, Ia Jongleuse."-no won der that he started when he heard tho uneXpected sound behind him.
 No wonder that a wild fancy made his heart beat quick. 4 slight figure stood beside him. Yvonne's voice spoke;
 M Villeaubille, would not gait you retourn to ze village. Ze times ees too too unfortunate. NJ. Villeaubille, tell me true, true"
 The young girl stepped uP to him and laid her two hands lightly, one on each of his shoulders.
 Had you not fear gees mOmante Haf you not ven you hear my stepping zink ouf ze Jongleuse?"
 Willoughby laughed.
 Zen you viii not go. It ees yer bad sign ven one bass her in ze mind"
 Willoughby felt himself swayed by the force of the young girls will. He also felt himself swayed by q contrary force inpelllng him to go, as if in some way his decision imported much tC him. The Lady of the Flag-Flower: had cast her spell over him. Would she conquer? Would he yield?
 "Grandmere ees dead. Ze priest, he may come in ze morning. Twill be con tent to vait."
 Willoughby turned the boat upside down upon the shore, and started back toward the house with Yvonne. 4 long low cry came ~wsveringly from thC stream, and a cold touch was laid upoI his forehead. He raised his hand tC brush it away, but his hand met only the empty air.
 4 little winding path led through the trees 10 the house. IL was very dark and the branches which they divided across their path sprang back again be hind them with snaps and crackles.
 Willoughby thought he heard little uluhEAnGAAes HUN 0AA NAAAS 6AAANs AAbhf tA that, sometimes in front, sometimes be. hind.
 "Yvonne, are there three of us here ?'
 The girl disengaged her hand from his arm. and, with an inaruculate scream, flung from him through thC trees and vanished.
 Then came a voice 10 WillOughby low and fute-Gke, whether from above from beside or from within, he could not distinguish.
 "You have yielded through fear oi the Jong.euse. Therefore, you vii fear her always, and she will bring death 10 you once."-From the Lady of the Flag Flowers. Herbert s. Stone & NE-