News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1902-03-26
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BY r. n. Thorpe.
COpyright, 1901, By T. II. Thorpe.
Ey r. n. Thorpe.
Copyright, 1901, By T. II. Thorpe.


81 have no part in the business, be-
leye me-" he answered. ut is not the
sort of thing to interest me. My brother
affects philosophy, humanitarianism al
truism and other isms which appeal to
his emotional nature, but which have
no charm for me, and it seems he has
undertaken the affair as a knight of
old would sally forth to chop the head
off dragon"
ITO win fair lady" Laure furnish
ed the conclusion from her reading of
the Trouveres in the old books sent to
her grandmother by the brother who
bad served the emperor in Egypt.
81 do not comprehend, mademoiselle,"
said Evariste "Who can be the fair
lady of this eXploitY
"Estelle Latiolais." She shot the
name at him, intently watching his
face. 1t flushed; hers paled. But, fore
ing smile, he answered:
You are but guessing, mademoiselle.
Horace has not seen Mile. Latiolais
since she went away to the convent
near four years ago"
ut is you who guess, and badly. The
grandchild of the doctrcss needs not
to guess. Attend to me. The night
Leon ran away he went to your broth
er, sent by Estelle, with her request
that he would procure the rogue's free
dom. At the very moment NJ. Constant
was leathering the wretch as he de-
served your brother was pressing the
hand of Estelle Latiolais passionately
in his and pledging himself to the
scheme for her sake"
How can you have knowledge of
these things?" His eyes and voice be-
trayed agitation.
How can you be ignorant of them
who see your brother every day and
the lady but little less often" She
saw her advantage.
This is no answer. mademoiselle,"
ne said peevishly.
"If | could feel under duty" said
Laure. signing. and, catching a warmer
look in the young mans eyes, she add
ed with ali air of trusting trusting fra ak
"But | will tell you. NJ. Evariste, how
l know, for, though have not convent
education and accomplishments, am
not one to smile and conceal, pretend
and deceive. Know, then, that old
Olive, Icons mother, comes frequently
to my grandmother and to her has told
these things as she learned them from
Odette, the maid Of Estelle. They are
true. No one dares lie to the dOctress."
Probably. thank you, mademoi-
selle. Good night" The young man
raised his hat with his right hand as he
frightened the bride with his left
Butt" exclaimed I.aure, as if to stay
him; then, suddenly changing her pur-
pose, amiably repeated Good night,
monsieur" and, crossing the bridge
toiled slowly up one bank. while Eva
siste's horse bounded up the other like
chamois over an Alpine wall.
He gave bride and spur to the feet
animal whose speed was timed to the
storm that ragged within his breast.
His brOws were drawn downward and
sogether, and from under them his eyes
Booked fiercely, but saw only the i'm
ages created by his frenzy. He could
out believe that Lis frequent visits and
warmth of manner had plainly notified
10 EstPIle his passion, though it was as
get undPclarrd in speech. and the os-
tentattCus suavity of her reception of
him, as lie now regarded it. was sufi-
dent warrant for confidence that his
devotion was acceptable. His brothers
mtronl"ing muniticeDCr and studied
snow of clnGor had IEllpd. Him into n
sense of security against any possible
clash between their desires. Yet those
two mad met Oh memorable day. An
aduous task lad been imposed by her
ana taken up by him, which neccssa-
nly implied snciprocal regard and trust,
reward of the tenderest nature ard the
nope thereof. Their hands had clasped,
and he, for the guerdon Of her favor.
had set forth in a venture perilous
alike to his life and his political pros
Only perfect understanding of the
most ardent character could explain all
this, so skillfully hidden from him.
Horace, taking advantage of his eva
Tiste's) dependence in fortune, was ruth
tessly trampling his heart underfoot,
for he could not but have known his
love for Estelle. Should he submit to
be thus ignored in that which was most
vital to his happiness? Would life in
such submission be worth living? No;
a thousand times no! Horace boosted
American bravery. Evariste would
meet 1t with a trait, inherited from
his ancestor, which had contributed to
deepen the red Of the French revolu-
tion. The unguided courage of his
brother was dolt; his own talent was
a patient, calculating engineer. He
would await the proper time for it's
and the effect would be
the horrid crash Of all that had been
builded on his wrongs. This was the
drst shadow that had fallen upon his
life, and bis soul surged darkly as a
tempest tossed sea when the winded
horse stopped at the gate Of the Oakfell
home. Seeing Horace advance toward
him. he gave the command of Gloster-
'Dive, thoughts down to my soul Here Clar-
ence comes
and greeted bis brother with a smile.
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