Willmar tribune., 1899-07-12

uACdAAI, VI COu1oc, UOt dill LuIOu8u Luc nl&nL
that soon came, Doris D. D'Entcangues hung
over me and tended me with words cannot
repeat.
CHAPTER XXIII.
THE PAVILION OF TREMOU1LLE.
When l awoke the next morning my head
was still dazed, but was otherwise strong
At least felt so, as lay still in my bed, all
sense Of fatigue gone, and trying to collect
| my thoughts. After awhile glanced round
the chamber, which was not the room where
l had taken the potion, but another and
larger apartment. 1t was no fancy, then,
and the sensation of being lifted and moved,
moval was doubtless effected whilst l was
under the influence of the drug; but the
voice of madame?. The almost certainty
that she was by me through the hours of the
night? | could not account for this, and,
seeing any such effort was useless, ceased to
rack my brain on the subject, putting it
down to mad dream. For some while lay
mastering UP courage to rise, famed by the
mild breeze which played in from the open
window on my right. Outside l could see
the branches of the trees, as they swayed 10
and fro in the wind, and the joyous song
OF mavis trilled out sweetly through the
morning from the thorn bushes whence he
piped. In about half hour my head began
to grow clearer; l remembered Angiola's
letter, and thrust my hand under the pillow
to find it. OF course it was not there, as l
had been moved, and short exclamation of
| annoyance broke from me.
"Excellency!"
1t was Jacopos voice, and the good fellow,
who had evidently been watching me, came
forward from behind the head of the bed.
"Ah, Jacopo! Is iteyou? Here, help me
to rise"
"Signore-but is your worship able-the
| chevalier--"
Never mind the chevalier. l am as we'll
as ever, end there was no need of that to-do
yesterday-d -diavolo!" and twinge in my
face brought me up sharply and recalled
Pluto's claws. l put my hand to my face
and found was still bandaged.
1T was lucky he only touched your wor-
ship" =,
''Luckier still your being there with your
| arquebus, else St. Peter and | had surely
shaken Observation-Disclosures will sit
here for /. few minutes" and 1 sank into an
easy chair, being really weaker than 1
thought was, the effects more of the mar
>cotic than anything else. '.-sr7>,~-t;~
"Will your worship breakfast here"
"No-Dut before doing anything go to the
room where was last evening and bring
me the letter you will find under the cush-
ions OF the couch there"
| "Excellency!" and Jacopo left the room.
l now for the first time observed bou-
quet of rcd and white roses, whose fragrance
! filled the chamber. had been conscious Of
| their perfume before, but thought the scent
was borne in by the breeze from the gar
den outside. Whilst l was admiring the
flowers Jacopo returned.
'"The letter."
"Is not there, signore; l have searched
carefully"
1t was disappointment, but said moth
| ing, having determined to see for myself. As
Jacopo assisted me to dress inquired to
whom was indebted for the flowers
| II cannot say, exeellency; they were here
when came this morning. Possibly the
Signor de st. Armande, who was with your
worship all night"
"All night!!''
"Signore."
I could not help being touched by this
proof of devotion, and when had dressed
went down, with the intention Of finding
my letter and thanking the chevalier for his
kindness. | was, l saw, still little weak,
but a few hours rest would make me fit for
action, and could not help thinking had
been made much over on too small an occa-
sion. St. Armande was in the room where
l had lett the letter, and at the first glance
l saw he was haggard and worn, with dark
circles under his eyes, eyes which many a
beauty would have been proud to own. He
seemed so slim, so small and delicate, as he
came to 1aeet me, that my heart began to
nlsgive NE again as to his powers to endure
! the labor involved in the difficult adventure
we had before US. He was much concerned
at my having risen, made many inquiries
about my condition, and put aside my
thanks.
"Per Bacco: chevalier," said, "you look
more of an invalid than /. l fear me, |
shall have to be nurse in my turn"
1T is but touch of the megrims have:
but you must not think of doing anything
for week."
''Or month, or year." I gibed, as
turned over the cushions Of the couch, and,
in answer to St. Armandes inquiring look,
went on: "The letter [ received yesterday
Il am certain left it here"
| AAe CduAS3 Ao4 "a1O W uelQ me, OOC WlC0
no avail.
1T must have been blown away" he said.
"But I put it under the cushions!''
"True-but you forget you were moved,
and the things were shifted. Come to
breakfast now, and will have thorough
search made afterwards
mot yet; I will but step over to. the con-
vent, and inquire after the Lady Angola"
"What! With bandagcd face?'
1T is wound,"l answered, coldly, and,
turning, went out of the villa. My lackey
ran forward to inquire if q horse should
be made ready; but, thinking the walk
would do me good. declined. was right
in this, the fresh air acting as tonic, and
when reached the gates of the convent all
the giddiness had passed. There, to my dis.
may, I heard that Angola was unable to
leave her room, thing might have expect
ed, and, sending civil message, retraced
my steps, entering the villa by side gate,
end walking towards it through deserted
portion of the garden. went leisurely,
stopping every now and again to admire the
flowers and the trees. In one Of these
rests, whilst idly gazed about me, my eye
was arrested by number of fragments Of
paper that lay on the green turf at my feet.
Yielding to an impulse / could not control,
+ e%oV-o1 o~l e ~.