The citizen. (Frederick City, Md.) 1895-1923, 1900-10-12
.THE GREATER MAGIC.
IT WAS EXERTED THROUGH A
WOMAN's EYES.
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Mile Doraminte de Brunette. the reins
Of her palfrey in her left hand, knelt on
the grcensward for a moment to ad-
mire an overturned beetle on the most
gorgeous mall which she had almost
crushed in riding. The sun glints that
made Of the beetle glitter of crimson
and blue and of her hair as she stopped
down brown and gold wonder, struck
down through roof of rustling leaves,
for all around the beech woods stretch
ed, quiet and magical.
"But if the charming Doraminte should
discover
She started up at hearing herself SO
suddenly discussed. The voice she rec
ognizcd as that of a,certain NJ Martin,
one of the many men supposed to be Ian
gushing for her sake, a fool nevertheless
and detcstahe. She judged from the
sound that he must be hidden by a triple
row Of beechcs. 1t was an impertinoncc
to use her fore name even with the epi-
thct. If she should discovcr-what?
Mile. de Brunette had no wish to listen,
but she stopped again to admire the bee
tie
"She will not discover
Worse and worse This was another
reputcd sutor speaking De Beauhot by
name, whom she misliked for knavo.
He had an oily tongue and drawlcd 1t
was to be kept a secret, thon?
but if we are compelled to shoot
him." questioned Martin.
"Why,' drawled De Beaudet, "the
woods hold many things
you meant said the other.
81 mean that if he is shot he will have
shot himself. Why should he not? He
moons about with 4 gUn-unlo0dcd, il
is true, as | have taken care TO ascertain
He thinks Of her fascinating eyes. of her
figure that entrances him. Very we'll he
comes to Il brambe, still imagining h
foot catches, he stumbles-pouf. his gn
goes off-he is shot 1t will be very
sad
De Beaulct ended with a jcering
laugh.
"But, then, oars are pistols" objected
the other.
"a gun may be discharged into a dead
man" said De Beauhet brutally. "And
in any event there is no need to shoot
him. Two pistols Mt a mans hcad-hciu,
my friend, he may be excused il under
the circumstances he gives a solemn
I. promise to look no more upon the ador-
able Doramintc."
Suppose he broke the promisc| sug-
gested Martin.
HE is man of honor" said De Beau
Get.
( Perhaps it said more for the individual
man than for the majority Of her ac-
quaintauces, but Mile. de Brunette, hear
ing this tribute, was So convinced Of
who was meant that she hardly needed
De Beauhet's concluding words, "A pig
he may be; mule he is, full of airs and
madness after this tropical existence
that he has tried, but once he has given
a promise De Nallon will keep it."
De Nallon? 1t seemed to her most true
/ that tho Comte de Vallon was above all
things man of honor. Perhaps she did
not quite like the strange power of his
/ eyes and it might be that he was
/ brusque, though she remembered also
how at a ball only a few days since
/ when-othcrs, with the flattery that was
in vogue. had been comparing her hair
to sun rays and her eyes to the stars he
also had burst into a most sudden com
/ pliment that sent the blush to her cheeks
by reason of its vehement sincerity. He
4 had forgotten, he said, looking into her
! eyes, that the stars were ever bright
I Aud how
Martin was questioning again uneas-
/ lily:
"When De Vallon has left the coun-
try for
"Who is to possess the charming Dora
minte?'
"That," said De Beauflet reassuringly,
eve have agreed to decide between our
selves"
"Well, | am with you against De Val
Ion"
"Comc. then. He will be somewhat
at the end Of this glade"
The two consprators moved away
down the beechen avenue.
Now. many things may be fair in love-
but for two rivals to agree together to
disconcert third by violent threats. If
not by actual murder, seemed to Mile
de Brunette in some way removed from
equity That they should dare, more
ever, ~ establish themselves arbiters of
EsF fate was sae9tgSsa'e.
A strife Of voices bToA3 eaS sileace Of
the woods It was clear chat they had
already rencountered, and yet there was
no pistol shot. Supposing the man Of
honor bad already given his word? 'rHer
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