Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1903-05-23

there long moment and fell again to his
side. Yvette would have given half Of her
kingdom to have made sure what 1t was
that passed between them. But she knew
that this Billy Marshall was not man to
trife with standing there free, his weap-
ons ready to his finger grip and no other
man within calling distance, to coerce him.
Sc she had to be content with promising
herself that he should be made to speak
afterward. 1t did not strike her that it
| might be somewhat too late-afterward.
The music ceased. There was that wait
ing hush which is often more trying to the
nerves than the widest excitement that
distinctive and peculiar silence that tells
that a great multitude is waiting for our
appearance. The orator knows it in the
last minutes before he faces his audience.
The murderer knows it as his last toilet is
being made in those slow minutes before ne
| energies on that grim silhouette of dark
beams.
But none of these could be more irving
than that hush to the nerves of Flower-o'-
the-Corn True. there was Matrices letter.
She could also feel between her fingers a
fine powder, carefully folded attached ac-
cording to agreement to the interior page
of the letter. After one briefest glance she
thrust the whole back into her bosom. She
breathed long sigh The led flushed up
again into her cheek. Her eyes frightened
No, he had not deceived her All was we'll
But Yvette was not by any means so well
satisfied There was something behind
something from which she. who had plan
H.,
did not matter. Tomorrow she chat is
others for herr would make Billy Marshall
speak. And at any rate Flower o. the Germ
would be married as firmly half n dozen
officials and the ministers OF two religions
could do it.
Also she would be avenged upon Maurice
Raith. who was fool enough not to know
when he might have been well off Love him
no. of course not But, all the same. had
he not kissed her-of his own free will?
Well. then, he must pay. Already she had
| made him pay! She thought Of him writing
that letter on the deck of that British ship
and laughed. She had not done with Mons
Maurice Raith Oh. yes-she, Yvette Foy,
had long arm.
The little procession entered the great
pavilion about midway I.s length. On
either side. with clear fairwsy in the CEN
ter, were assembled the masSed guests of
the Marquis and Marauise de Montrevel.
Opposite was the door through which at
the brides coming the marshal himself
would lead in the bridegroom
The time was come. Even the heart of
Yvette herself beat little faster as the
trumpets and flies rang out. The curtain
was lifted by cord from within. A haze
of glorious light fronted Them flashing uni
forms of blue and scarlet and gold The
massed standards of a score OF regiments
the hangfngs of the state pav.lions CT the
great Maison Rouge. barriered pixies in
banks and chevaux-de-frise crossed tro-
ph1es OF swords, silken tassels the neur de
lyS everywhere, splashed in gold on crea NV
white. The trumpets sang out vet Ioudar
All eyes were upon them. Smiling Yvette
| led in the bride. Most of the men indeed
Yvette to be the loveliest. Even the BRIDE
| groom with the marshal on his right
| thought so.
| The two parties moved forward to meet
each other In that central aisle that had
| been Kept open. The marquis moved back
step. Yvette. with her own smile. express
sive OF the perfection of triumph. placed
the hand Of F1ower-o'- the-Corn i'm that Of
| Jean Cavalier
There was siIapco xr;trI,,
! riage party moved up the aisle. Frances
with her bridegroom, leading--Yvette. upon
| the arm of her husband, glancir.y radiant
! in the rear of the train bearers
In the interval, and Just befora thew
reached the altar. covered simply with tts
purple cloth. and upon 1t the great rideed
cross of gold. Patrick Wildwood in his
Genevan gown and the book OF Cod in bis
hand. moved behind 1t to receive them.
Then as he lifted up his hands in the
| first solemn benediction of his religion the
Camisard chant came from without. weird
ftful. dirge-like. president rather of death
than of marriage happiness:
| Except the Lord the city keep
The watchmen watch In vain
For heavens sake let that whining he
stoppedr' said de Montrevel fercely. Il
will go myself and order it,.
Hush!' said his wife, snatching at his
face. II though 1 heard yoice-a. voice I
knew a,.c, a. :.
! Suddenly. as she looked, the white wall OF
/ the tent was slashed with cleaning knife
from top to bottom and through the amer
ture through which the black night look cd