The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1899-12-03

voice was enough for me; and looking at
Lorgnac, ] saw his eyes blazing, and even
through the dusk l could see the ivory
palor on his face.
My GodP' 1 exclaimed, ARE we mad?''
But Lorgnac caught me by the arm.
Fool! There is no time to waste. BY
heaven! Prince of the blood though he be,
if ne lied to me, he dies" Saying this.
ne fairly dragged me from the balcony, /
stayed him for moment to snatch up my
rapier' and fling aside my wooden sword,
and then We two hurried down the wind
ing stairs, past the servants quarters and
out into the yard.
The archer saluted US as we came up.
Which way did-did Mademoiselle go?'
asked Lorgnac, his voice strange and
husky.
Il know not, monsieur-she vanished like
a spirit"
Try your house, suggested, pluclxing
him by the sleeve lose no time here.
And as uttered these words saw Pom
pom beside me. and drove him back with
curse. But for once the ape disobeyed;
and there was no help for il, 1 had to let
him follow as best l could
We dashed up the narrow Rue St. Thorn
unfortunately there were not many peo-
pie about-and just where the street open
ed out into the Rue st. Honore we caught
a glimpse of the graceful figure hesitaung
at crossing. She had lifted her dress
slightly and though 10 complete her dis
Suise, she was wearing the fat-solsd
Spanish mules, not all their hideousness
could conceal the perfect arch of her foot
For moment she hesitated, as 1 have
said, giving us time to gain web upon her
and then, drawing her mold. closer together,
she ran across the road and headed to-
ward the labyrinth of streets around the
Halles. nh S$S$s
Put not your trust in princes said
bitterly. but Lorgnac made no answer
maintaining a grim silence
We kept on the pavement opposite 20
her, never losing sight of her for an in
slant, although the streets were crowded
here, and the uncertain light made our
task far from easy; but we had too much
at stake to fail.
When she reached the parvis of St
Eustache, she crossed it slowly toward
the portal of the still unfinished church.
though the first stone he'd been laid at
the time when 1 was born. AS she ap-
preached the archway a man stepped for
ward from the shadow and they met with
outStretched hands. So they stood for a
moment, talking earnestly together and
we halted, too and watched them with
bea ting herats.
1T is he l whispered; "he has broken
his word
But still Lorgnac did not speak, though
could hear his labored breath. And as
we watched, man came over the tagged
square, walking idly and carelessly toward
I them, humming as he did so the song call
ed the Three Cavaliers"
''D'Aamon! exclaimed Lorgnac. at
is all over now, unless he can shut his
mouth"
On his words however, the two moved
off arm in arm, swiftly together, and were
lost in the unceasng crowd that was pour
ing from the Halles. I was for rushing
after them at once; but Lorgnac held me
by the arm.
''StayP' he said. you must deal with
| dAramon. Stop him at all hazards. I
look after the others. Meet me at my
house," and with these words he left me
abruptly, crossing the pavement rapidly,
and mixing with the crowd.
I waited for a moment myself. I did
not even answer Lorgnac, but pressed for
ward on the track of the spy, and over
took D'Aramon in the Rue Montorgueil.
He was walking slowly looking carefully
about him. as if he had missed his prey,
and was heading toward the Tiquetonne
the next turning to the right would bring
him to the Tire Boudin. But, as 1 said,
he hestated, and standing on tiptoes, kept
trying to look over the heads of the crowd.
l walked past him rapidly. brushing
against him as 1 did so. and turned with
an apology that broke into an exclama-
ton of surprised recognition.
Your pardon, monsieur! Helm! Can
believe my eyes? Is 1t you, d'Ara-
mon?"
''Yes-yes," he stammerede uneasily "I
have business, NJ. LIE Brusquet; another
day." and he would nave fastened on,
but I stood in his path saying, insolently:
cat the Cabarets? Well, so have I.
Come and drink, and tell me how the air
of Paris has become healthy for you once
more"
/ He grew red at my words; but to do
him justice, he kept his temper, though
/ he said, coldly enough:
Monsieur, I have said I have bust
ness!
But I laughted and cut in upon his
| speech.
"And so have 1; everybody's business is
! a TESTERS business. Come and drink
| He thought 1 was in my cups, and still
/ preserved his GOODNESS.
mot now-au revoir, au revoir!" and
! he pressed on. But l stuck like a fly to
/ him, buzzing in his ear.
Tell me-" 1 said loudly, you appear
to be on your feet again-does the Span
ish ambassador pay well?"
He stopped short with curse and turn
| cd on me, shaking with anger.
"Begone, foolr he shouted his hand
on the hilt of his poniard. But l slipped
back nimbly, my drawn rapier pointed at
! him, and in moment a crowd had gath
! cred around us. He was no coward and
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/ affair; bun now il was absolutely necessary
J for him to have his hands free. He
| glanced around him and then made a mis-
! take. He attempted to dash across the
read to the other side and escape me. on
/ the instant I had raised the cry, "Au vo-
/ leurn' and the crowd was on his heels
/ You all know the good people of Paris,
/ and how hard ii would go with a man be-
! hind whom the cry stop thief!' was rails
/ ed. 1t Jared so with dAramon. The spy
/ had barely got across the Tiquetonne when
he was surrounded by a shrieking bowling
mob-and a mob, too, of the artisans and
workers of the Halles. He drew his sword
| and swept ii round him; but they only
/ gave way to form in closer behind him.
/ And now stones and other missiles began
to fly, and the rattles Of the watch to be
heard. l caught one glimpse of dAramon.
He had backed up against the wall near
a street lamp; his cheek was cut and
bleeding and his dress torn and soiled.
He was trying to shout explanations, but
he might as well have shouted to awaken
| the dead
"Au voleur Au voleur!" was shrieked