News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1902-03-19
!: MAS 7 Err ana
: SLAVE F. Py +. THORPE
Copyright, 1901, by 7. H. Thorpe.
Copyright, 1901, by T. H. Thorpe.


IF she gets in the way, she shall
have her share" he answered.
Then what can l do" she asked
with a satisfied air.
"This-persuade your grandmother to
give you the cure for Leon"
| "Oh. NJ. Constant! | fear your I'M
friendlness to the church will pre-
vent"
How? Does any one here give more
| to the priests and the converts than |
do? But that is not to the point. | am
not sick. The cure is for Leon. Be
sides. | am your friend, Laure, and
your enemies are my enemies"
Must you have it today"
''At once. There is not one minute to
spare. If Leon is not better by to-
morrow morning, he will not live the
week out"
Il will try" Laure consented after
short reflection.
Take this; it may help your argu-
ment," said Quillebert, handing her q
shining double eagle goldpiece.
Back into the bushes, then, till | re-
turn" said she.
Quillebert did as he was hidden, and
the girl walked rapidly to the cottage.
The half hour of her absence appeared
to him all but interminable, and it was
as one freed from long Imprisonment
that he sprang from the matted vines
and brush when she stopped beside the
tree holding her hands behind her and
sang:
Soldier, soldier, marry, marry me-"
"Well?" he exclaimed.
''She was very unwilling" said she.
But
81 got it," she anticipated his ques-
ton. Here it is" And, holding forth
her hands. she exhibited in one q mar
row band of snow white cloth about
ten inches in length made of unspun
rotton fiber beaten and pressed while
saturated with water. The other held
roll of the cured skin of garfsh, in
which the cotton strip had been in
cased.
GRANDMOTHER raised this Gotten in
the garden from seed obtained in Egypt
by her brother, who was a soldier Of
the emperor. She had every boil taken
from the stalk as it opened and carried
to her room. With her own hands she
picked the lint, muttering prayers and
crossing herself all the while. She
soaked and pressed it with her own fin.
gers. and | am sure she put prayer
between every two layers. She says
that If before 9 o'clock tonight this
holy fillet is laid over Icons eyes and
temples he will get we'll"
pretty one, you are Jeanne dare!
Give m. the fillet," Qullebert eagerly
demanded.
"Take it and win" said Laure.
"And share the spills of victory with
my little lieutenant" he added, rolling
the strip and replacing it in the fish
skin. In an instant his horse was heard
bounding through the dry swamp.
Another sound of horses feet fell up
on Laure's ear and she ran to the skirt
of the wood to receive a most elaborate
bow from the exquisite Evarste Oak
fell as he cantered along the opposite
bank Of the bayou and to catch the
notes of his fine tenor voice caroling:
'soldier, soldier, marry, marry me-"
Her heart beat wildly with delight
she could scarce explain, but was sud
denly stilled by the thought that Eva
riste may have seen Quillebert, heard
her signal to him and construed their
meeting as she would not for the world
bo W. hin, If
The gait of Qullebert's steed was not
lowered from run until. throbbing and
covered with foam, he was halted at
his stable. Quillebert took no chances
with the clock, but at once proceeded
to the cabin where lay the emaciated,
sinking, family breathing jockey. Pro
ducing the cleaning fillet, he stretched
it over the closed eyes and sunken tenn
pies of the seemingly dying man and
on their lives charged the awed negroes
in attendance to see that there it re-
manned till morning.
Leon slept ftfully through the night
AT break of day he awoke from de-
lirium, Odette and freedom to conscious
ness, Quillebert and shackles.