The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1901-02-19

aers Seeing that they would not stay,
Logs, hurriedly adjusting his argue
bus, fired upon them. Now, whether
it was that his aim. being without
staff on which to rest his heavy argue
bus, was unsteady or whether he did
this horrible thing with full intent, 1
do not know. but the ball sped straight
ut the slender. muffled woman shape
between the two men. She flung out
her two hands and fell without cry.
| The blood hot in me, l ran back to
Logs and sprang upon him, forcing
him to the ground under my knee,
while felt for my dagger. Excited
as was, | could not find it, so had
to strangle him with my hands, he CUR
Cling horribly and jerking out his arms
vainly to reach his sword. But am
/ wiry man, and it did not take long.
He caught at my arms once or twice;
then / shook him off and went to Fa-
Their Benoit, who knelt alone, bending
! over the girls body. Without word,
but shivering like a man in an ague,
he drew back her hood, and the moon
/ light streamed full upon her face 1t
was the Demoiselle Alys.
She was not quite dead. Her heart
moved feebly, and her eyelids flutter-
ed, but there was a dark wet stain up
on the broideries of her dress where
the mantle fell back, and it grew lar
ger as we gazed.
"Water!" said Father Benoit. went
to where, just inside the postern gate,
played little fountain with cup and
a statue of Our Lady. wrenched the
cup free, filled it and began to mutter
| prayers and curses, all mingled togeth-
er in my falling tears. The gate was
open, and through it saw a figure
scudding down the hill like scared
rabbit. 1t was the Sieur d'Audilly. So
/ we had married her to craven and
/, killed her into the bargain! The one
deed balanced the other. The tears
dried on my hot face as I hurried back
with the trimming cup
The alarm of Logs had wakened no
one, and the court was as still as death
as we bathed her white face and forced
! little of the water between her lips.
Down in the valley horse neighed as
1 it parted company with it's fellow. In
moment she opened her eyes and said
clearly seeming to recall everything at
once: Il am dying. Where is he?"
Father Benoits fat face was work
ing. and the tears chased each other
me in an agony.
1t was no time to count words.
took her hand and kissed it. "He is
1 dead, madame
/ She never doubted me. A bright
smile shone on her little face, and her
slender limbs relaxed. l lifted her in
my arms. and Father Benoit began the
short absolution through his tears. AS
he lifted his hand she raised her head
I on my arm and looked straight up be-
tween us and beyond. She closed her
. eyes again. and we thought her dead,
4 but she opened them once more and
smiled upon us. just as she had smiled
/ over her roses that very day.
h 81 hope you have not lost the red
king said she. quite in her old voice.
1 You are both SO careless. But lost or
mot brave token?" Perhaps she wan
dered. for all at once, before we knew,
her blue eyes grew misty, her body be
= came heavy in my arms, and it was
over.
So died the Demoiselle Alys, who
was the brightest, merriest lady and
whom held on my knee before ever
4 lcl l,,,r !, AL
Father Benoit rose his wet face
shining in the moonlight. and motioned
, me to follow him-we were both past
speech-and carried her back through
the great door, along the passages OF
the great silent house. cropping oul
way, for we had no light, and some
: times stumbling in the darkness. Once
S felt something touch me and heart
e a dogs shifting at my burden. Tht
$ creature seemed to understand an(
whined. very softly. and followed us
pattering along behind us to the yer,
chapel door, where as no one had tn
heart to thrust him back, he came in
whining as we laid the Demoisell
Alys upon the step before the alta
|. rail. where she had knelt as bride no
e half an hour before.
Y We fell on our knees, Father Benoi
S and 1, and prayed while the moonligh
II crept round the pillars and grew fain
e in the western windows and the eas1
d ern window frightened and fushe
: and the birds began to twitter in til
IS caves. l. the fool. and Father Beno
II and the dog-wel, there were tire
1t hearts of US, unlike as all three wer,
II while the Sieur d'Audilly was savin
OF himself at the rate of five leagues a
hour.
l. So was mourned the Demoisell
'e Alys. who. as said. was the merries
y lady. and even when she was til
length of my bauble her eyes were 8
d blue as pansies-only some pansies al
le purple but her eyes were like the kin
e the are blue.
1T Peking's inconsistencies.
is OF monasteries and lamaseries in 2
TX king the number is endless. The lam;
i IL. 4