The Kalispell bee. [volume] (Kalispell, Mont.) 1900-192?, 1902-07-22

and then he took me i'm bis arms and
kissed me before them all.
"a wedding present to the happy
pairP' And something struck me light
ly on the shoulder and fell at my feet.
1t was the glove that De Clermont had
snatched from me on the day of my
marriage. 81 return a present from
madame given to me on her wedding
day. 1t is no longer of use to me, NJ.
lie Chevalier. Will you not take itT'
And De Clermont was before us, the
same awful look in his eyes that had
seen there when he played with death
before De Norreys.
De Lorgnac's arm dropped from my
waist and his bronzed face paled as he
stood as if petrifed, looking at the soft
white glove at my feet. Then with
voice as hard and stern as his look he
turned to me and, pointing to the glove,
said:
"Is this true, madameT
"It is my glove" was all could say.
"And permit me to restore it to you,"
cut in the king, and with a movement
he lifted the glove and placed it in my
husbands hand. "Give it to her back,
mani Nine. de Canillac was at your
wedding, and my good Margot, who
writes me such clever letters, and they
have both told me the story of your
marriage and the incident of the glove.
They both saw it snatched from your
wife's hand by NJ lie MarQuis-ventre
st. Girls! For once 1 think a woman's
gossip has done some good, and on the
word of Navarro what 1 say is true.
AS for you, monsieur" and Henri turn
ed to De Clermont, IN. de Rosny here
has my commands for you, and your
| further presence is excused"
My husbands arm was round my
waist once more, but De Clermont
made no movement to go. standing
| quietly twisting his short blond mus
tache.
Monsieur, you have heard his maj
esty," put in De Rosny.
Eyes. l thought, however, that M.
de Lorgnac might have a word to say
ere / went"
"That will be in another place and
over our crossed swords, NJ. lie Mar
quis," replied my husband, needless of
my entreating look and gesture and in
as cold and measured voice as De
| Clermont's.
81 am at your service, monsieur,
when and wherever you please" And
with this and formal bow to the king
he passed from the room, a man under
Gods arm of justice.
What happened l never was able to
find out exactly; but, as far as could
gather, it was this AS already men,
toned, La Coquille, Lalande and Pierre
had been released by Navarro on his
coming and the former, being faint
from his wounds, was resting on a
wooden bench in the courtyard. AS De
Clermont passed, the sight of La Co.
guile and the memory of the insult he
had put on him reused the naughty no.
BILE, already in white heat with rage,
to madness, and he struck the free
lance once, twice, across the face with
a light cane he bore in his hand and
fell himself q moment after stabbed to
the heart, his murderer being cut down
} by the men at arms.
, AT once all was hurry and confusion.
The dying man was borne in as gently
as possible and placed on q settle.
There was no leech at hand and long
before the priest of Lorgnac came it
was all over. We did what we could,
and in the horror of the fate that had
overtaken this man in his pride of
strength l forgot the past utterly.
could only see terrible suffering for
, which there was no relief. We gath
cred, an awestruck group, around him,
and he spoke no word at first, but sud-
denly called out; "Hold me up!
, chokep'
. Some one-I afterward found it was
De TrembIecourt-raised him slightly
! and he spoke again: Ode Lorgnac, say
what you have to say now. I'm going"
| And Blaise de Lorgnac knelt by the
couch, saying as he did so:
II have no message now. Forget my
words, De Clermont."
"Would to God l had died by your
! hand" came the answer, "but to go
3 like this, struck down like dog! Your
: hand, De Lorgnac-yours, Denise-quick
5 Il am going. Forgive"
} De Tremblecourt laid him softly back
: on the cushion, and my tears fell fast
r on the cold hand l held in NINE Who
/ could remember wrongs at such mo-
g ment?
| The king bent over him and whis-
pered in his ear. | thought heard the
e word "pray," and a wan smile played
on the lips of the dying man.
"Too late!., l cannot cringe now. All,
e Norreys! | will join you soon. Denise
= -pardonw And he was gone.
Il
l Late that night when all had gone to
rest I walked on the ramparts of Lor-
gnac and, leaning against the parapet,
E looked out into the moonlight. So lost
was l in thought that it was not until
his hand was on my shoulder that |
knew my husband had Joined me.
"Denise," he said, "the king goes to-