Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1901-06-29

moiseile's betrothed is, 1 think, a
Huguenot, and ha gone to Paris.
Paris-well, the air of Paris is not
good for Huguenots, l am told"
saw Catherine shiver: indeed, she
was on the point of fainting. l broke
In rudely. my passion getting the bet
ter of my fears. IN. de can
take care of himself, believe me-" I
said. brusquely.
Perhaps So" Beers answered, his
voice like the grating OF steel on steel.
But at any rate this will be q memo
rable day for mademoiselle. The day
on which she receives her first con-
gratulations-she will remember It as
long as she livesi Oh, yes, I will an
swer for that, M. Anne" he said, look
Ing brightly at one and another Of us,
his eyes more oblique than ever,
'mademoiselle will remember II, I am
sure!'
1t would be impossible to describe
the devilish glance he flung at the poor
sinking girl as he withdrew, the hor-
rid emphasis he threw into those last
words, the covert deadly threat they
conveyed to the dullest ears. That he
went then was small mercy. He had
done all the evil he could do at pres
ent. II his desire had been to leave
fear behind him, he had certainly sue
ceeded.
Kit. crying softly, went into the
house; her innocent coquetry more
than sufficiently punished already.
And we three looked at one another
with blank faces. 1t was clear that
we had made a dangerous enemy, and
an enemy at u own gates. AS the
Vidame had said. these were troublous
times when things were lone to men
aye, and to women and children
which we scarce dare to speak OF now.
Il wish the vicomtc were here" Croi-
settle said, uneasily, after we had dis
cussed several unpleasant contingent
cies.
"or even Meiires, the steward" I
suggested.
HE would not be much good re-
piled Croisette. And he Is OF st. An
tonin, and will not be back this week.
Father Pierre, too, is at Abb"
You do not think" said Marie,
that he will attack us?"
Certainly mott" Croisette retorted,
would not dare to do that In time of
peace. Besides, he has not half a
score of men here continued the lad,
shrewdly, "and counting old GIL and
ourselves we have as many. And Pa
vanne always said hat three men
could hold the gate at the bottom Of
the ramp against a score. oh, he will
not try that"
Certainly not" I agreed. And SO
we crushed Marie. But for Louis de
Pavannes-"
Catherine interrupted me. She came
out quickly, looking a different per-
son; her face flushed with anger, her
tears dried.
"Anne!" she cried, imperiously,
what Is the matter down below will
you seer"
/ had no difficulty In doing that. All
the sounds OF town life came up to us
on the terrace. Lounging there we
could hear the chaffering over the
wheat measures In the cloisters Of the
market square, the yell of n dog, the
voice Of a scold, the church bell, the
watchman's cry. / had only to step
to the wall to o%verhear it all. On this
summer afternoon the town had been
for the most part very quiet. IF we
had not been engaged in our w af-
fairs we should have taken the alarm
before, remarking In the silence the
first beginnings OF what was now q
very respectable tumult. 1t swelled
louder even as we stepped to the wall,
CONTINUED Next Week.)