The people's journal. (Pickens, S.C.) 1891-1903, 1901-02-14

OH the broIdcrics or her dress where
| the mantle fell back, and ii grew lar
ger us we gaZCd.
"Natrr" said Father Bcnoit. | went
| to where, Just inside the postern gate.
| played Il little fountain with Il cup and
q statue Of Our Lady. ! wrcnchcd the
| cup FREQ, filled IT and began to muttcr
prayers and curses, all mingled tOgcth-
| er In my falling tears. The gate was
| open, and through it | saw 4 figure
| scudding down the hill like a scared
| rabbit It was the Sicur d'Audilly. SO
we had married her to a craven and
| killed her into the bargain! The one
| decd balanced the other. The tears
| dried on my hot face as | hurried back
( with the brimming cup.
| The alarm Of Logs had Weakened no
| one, and the court was rs still as death
| rs we bathrd her white face and forced
n little OF the water between her lips.
| Down in the valley horse ncighcd as
| 1t parted company with its fellow. In
Il moment she opened her eyes and said
clearly. Sccming to recall everything ut
| once: Il am dying. Where is he!'
| Father BcnoitS fat face was work
Ing. and the tears chased each other
down his round checks. lie looked at
| me In an agony.
1t was no time to count words.
took her hand and kissed il. Gle is
dead, madamr.'
She never doubted mo. \ bright
| smile shonc on her little face, and her
slender limbs relaxed. lifted her in
! my arms. and Father BcnOit began the
short absou,ion through his tears. AS
| he lifted his hand she raised her head
on my arm and looked straight up be.
tween us and beyond. She closed her
| eyes again. and we thought her dead.
but she opened them once more and
| smiled upon us. Just rs she had smiled
over her roses that very day.
| Il hope YOU have not lost the red
king said she. quite in her old voice.
"Nou are both 50 careless. But lost or
found hr is #till the rcd king. Was it
not II brave tokcn:' Perhaps she wan.
| dcrrd. for all at oucc. before we knew,
| her blue eyes grow misty, her body be-
came heavy in my arms. and it was
| over.
SO died the Dcmoisrllc Alys, who
WAS the brightest, mrrrirst lady and
whom | held on my knee before ever
she WAS so long rs my bIublr.
| Father Bcnot rose. his wet face
| shining in the moonlight, and motiOurd
me to follow hm~-Wr were both past
Sprcrh-nnn carried her back through.
| the great door. along the passages OF
| the great silent hoUSc. CROPPING our
| way, for We had no light, and some.
times stumbling in the darkness. once
| ! felt something touch me and heard
" dogs smiling at my burden The
creature seemed To understand and
whincd. very softly. and followed us,
pHttCrng along behind us TO the very
chapel door, where. as no one had the
heart to thrust him back, he came in
whining rs we laid the Drmoiscllc
AlyS upon the step before the altar
rail- where she had knolt rs n bride no,
half an hour before.
We fell OH our knees, Father Bcnoit
and |. and prayed while the moonligh,
crcpt round the pillars and grew faint
| In tie western windows and the east
ern window frightened and flushed
and the birds began to twittcr in the
caves. |, the fool, and Father Bcnoit
and the dog-wcll. there were thrr,
hearts OF us. unlike as all three were
while the Sicur Il Audilly was saving
himself at the rate of five leagues n
hour.
SO was mourncl the DemoSellt
Alys, whu as i said. Was the mcrvius
lady, and even when she was the
length Of my baublc her eyes were u:
blue as panSicS--only some panSi"s a.,
purple, but her eyes were like the kin,
the are blue