The Kinsley graphic. [volume] (Kinsley, Kan.) 1890-1940, 1900-02-09
CHAPTER XIII.
THE PAVILION OF rREMou1LLN

sense of fatigue gone, and trying to collect
my thoughts. After awhile glanced round
the chamber, which was not the room where
had taken the potson, but another and
larger apartment. 1t was no fancy, then,
the voices of Jacopo and Bande Mere heard
and the sensation of being lifted and moved,
which experienced in the night. My re-
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 q mad dream. For some while lay
mild breeze which, played in, from the open
window on my right. Outside could see
the branches of the trees, as they swayed TO
and fro In the wind, and the Joyous song
of a mavis trilled out sweetly through the
morning from the thorn bushes whence he
piped. In about half hour my head began
to grow clearer; remembered Angiola's
letter, and thrust my hand under the pillow
to find it. Of course it was not there. as
had been moved, and a short exclamation of
annoyance broke from me.
Excellency!"
It was Jacopo's voice, and the good fellow,
| who had evidently been watching me, came
forward from behind the head of the bed.
"Ah, Jacopo! Is it you? Here, help me
to RISE"
"Signore-but is your worship able-the
chevalier--"
"Never mind the chevalier. am as well
as ever, and there was no need of that TODD
yesterday-diavolo!" and twinge in my
face brought me up sharply and recalled
Pluto's claws. / put my hand to my face
and found l was still bandaged.
ut was lucky he only touched your wor-
ship"
"Luckier still your being there with your
arquebus, else St. Peter and had surely
shaken ands-there-thanks-I will sit
here for 1. few minutes" and l sank into an
easy char, being really weaker than
thought was, the effects more of the mar
cotic than anything else.
''Will your worship breakfast here"
"No-but before doing anything 60 to the
room where l 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.
/ now for the first time observed bou,
quet of red 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 was admiring the
flowers Jacopo returned.
"The letter."
els not there, signore; have searched
carefully"
It was a disappointment, but I said moth.
ing, having determined to see for myself. As
Jacopo assisted me to dress inquired to
whom was indebted for the flowers.
Il cannot say, excellency; they were here
WI i 7,
Signor de St. Armande, who was with your
worship all night"
Cali night"
"Signore"
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, saw, still little weak,
but 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 left the letter, and at the first glance
I'saw he was haggard and worn, with dark
circles under his eyes, eyes which many
beauty would have been proud to own. He
seemed so slim, SO small and delicate, as he
came to meet me, that my heart began to
nlisgive me 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. i fear me, l
shall have to be nurse in my turn"
ct is but a touch of the megrims have;
but you must not think of doing anything
for a week"
"Or month, or a year." gibed, as !
turned over the cushions of the couch, and,
in answer to st. Armande's inquiring look,
went on: "The letter received yesterday
Il am certain 1 left it here"
He came forward to help me, but with
no avail.
ut must have been blown away" he said
"But put it under the cushions!"
"True-but you forget you were moved,
and the things were shifted. Come to
breakfast now, and l will have thorough
search made afterwards"
mot yet; l will but step over to the con-
What With bandaged face?"
cit is a wound" answered, coldly, and,
turning, went out of the villa. My lackey
ran forward to inquire if 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 a civil message, retraced
my steps, entering the villa by side gate,