Missouri Valley times. [volume] (Missouri Valley, Iowa) 1874-1931, 1901-09-19

The House of The Wolf,,,,,,&&
X BY STANLEY j. WEYMAN 4
should give him clear start.
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should give him a clear start.
His er-adventures are we'll known;
for he. too, lives. He was stopped
twice after he left US. In each case he
escaped by showing his book of offices
On reaching the college the porter re-
! FUSED to admit him, and he remained
for some time in the open street ex-
posed to constant danger OF losing his
HE, and knowing not what to do. At
length he induced the gatekeeper. by
the present OF some small pieces Of
money, to call the principal Of the COL
lege and this man humanely concealed
him for three days. The massacre be-
ing then at an end two armed men In
MS fathers pay sought him out and
restored him to his friends. So near
was France to losing her greatest MIN
ister the Duke de Sully.
10 return to ourselves. The lad out
OF sight, we instantly resumed our pur-
pose, and trying to shut our eyes and
ears to the cruelty, and ribaldry, and
upfoar we counted our turnings with q
desperate exactness. intent only on one
thlng-to reach Louis de Pavannes, to
reach the house opposite to the Head
OF Erasmus, as quickly as we could We
presently entered long, narrow
street. At the end of 1T the river vas
visible cleaning and sparkling in the
sunlight. The street was quiet; quiet
ana empty. There was no living soul
to be seen from end to end of 1t, only a
proving dog. The noise OF the
tunuit raging in other parts was soft
ened here by distance and the inter-
venins houses. We seemed to be able
to breathe more freely.
This should be our street" said
Croisette.
| nodded. AT the same moment /
espied. half way down it, the sign we
needed and pointed to it, But an, were
we IN time? Or too lateo That was
the question BY a single impulse we
broke into run, and shot down the
roadway at speed. a few yards short
of the Head of Erasmus we came one
by one, Croisette first, to full stop
A full stop.
The house opposite the booksellers
was sacked, Quilted from top to bottom
1T was tall house, Immediately 'front.'
ing the street and every window in
it was broken. The door hung forlorn-
~ on one hinge, glaring cracks in its
surface showing Where the AK had
sp'intcred ii. Fragments of glass and
ware, flung out and shattered in sheer
wantonness, strewed the steps; and
down ono corner of the latter dark
red stream trickled--to curdle by and
by in the gutter. Whence came the
stream? Alas, there was something
more to be seen yet. something our
eyes nstinctively sought last Of ALL
The body of a man.
1T lay ON the Threshold the head
hanging back, the wide glaring eyes
looking up to the summer sky whence
the sweltering heat would soon pour
down upon it. We looked and shud-
dered at the face. 1t was that of a
servant, valet who had been with
Louis ut Caylus. We recognized him at
once, for we had known and liked him.
He had carried our guns on the hills a
dozen times, and told us stories of the
war The blood crawled slowly from
him. He was dead.
croisette began to shake all over. He
clutched one of the pillars, which bore
up the porch, and pressed his face
against its cold surface, hiding his eyes
from the sight. The worst had come.
In our hearts / think we had always
fancied some accident would save our
friend, some stranger warn him.
"Oh, poor Kit" Croisette cried.
bursting suddenly into violent sobs,
"Oh, Kit. kit"