Omaha daily bee., 1903-05-24

AN1N 40 At ttAAh ENiNu lht nOMuCE ana
shot down the barrel, yelling in unison with
the ring Of his ~ramrod-that was Martin
Foy, the mad Camlsard. fighting his last
hght-the knife, with his daughters blood
yet red on the haft, displayed on the palnd
limestone before him.
And thus the man was hunted-a thou
sand against one.
And as Martin Foy loaded and fired, and
as this one and that other, Captain Peyrat,
and young TheO de Banville, and Monsieur
Bechet himself-fell over with the groan OF
the bullock poleaxed between the thilIs,
and died-thinking It a light thing to die for
a woman like YVette, the wife of the Mar
shall dc MontreveL
And at that moment he saw one come up
breathless. having left his dead in other
care to be made ~ready-the old soldier De
Aontrevel, his sword OF vengeance bright
in his hand.
And he saw mis- enemy. black against the
hlumined mist, loading and firing, with
laughter and singing. So, being the hus-
band Of the woman slain, and caring nauEht
for the death that sprang toward everyone
that advanced, he shouted, Follow me, I
am Nicholas de Baume, the husband of her
whom the murderer slewl'
And like a charging bull he rushed full
at the single figure out there on the fat
grayness of the limestone. Now Martin
roy had a loaded musket In his hand and
the Marshal de Montrevel was clear black
against the moon as he came toward him.
The mailman could have shot him dead as
he had done so many others that night.
But he had heard the word. A new idea
flashed across his brain, now crystal clear,
anon working like yeast.
Her husband!' he shouted In a mighty
voice. Then 1 Martin Foy. have shed in
nocent blood. 1t is here upon this blade!'
Red to the HAITI" he cried, as he caught
II up God of Gods, let me bear the SIM"
And with a hand sure and tried. he
plunged the great Camisard knife. yet red
with the blood OF his aughter, deep into
his own heart.
Selah-A Song in Antiphony.
Catinat, the prophet, and one Roland
called the Red were standing at the door
OF the Protestant temple in the village Of
La Cavalerie. The daily service was begin
nlng' Within the psalms were being
~chanted, and without the two leaders, hav-
ing matters to arrange for the safety OF
the defences, which were still being held tn
the death, spoke softly together, UNDER
standing each other.
Jean Cavalier-what Of him." said Ro-
land to the grim-featured prophet.
HIS reply could not be heard. but from
within came the chanting of the Brethren
or the Way at their daily song of praise.
Mine W familiar friend. in whom I
Which did eat of nv bread
Hath lifted up his heel against me,
men, changing to a softer measure. the
song went on:
me sacrifices of God are a broken spirit
"A broken and a ~contrite heart.
Ihou, q God, wilt not desplsel
L nave mad a letter from our brofher
that true man and father IN Israel Par.
rick Wildwood. Once more he is dIvinlpa
the way to the soldiers who light for tbe
truth even to those once called the regi-
ment of Ardmillan."
Within the psalm was changed Tho
tune came stronger and more rejoicefully:
ne Ran De IKE a Tree planted by the
That brfngeth forth his Fruit In hts Season
And his daughter?" said Roland, rather
more eagerly Verify she was a shoot Of
a goodly tree-an herb of grace"
She Is married happily and her husband
is now commandant OF the same regiment
which, sayeth Patrick Wildwood, is now
no longer called Ardmillan's, but Raith's
Foot-a name strange to the ear. They
are happy In each other and in their chill
dren. but. he adds. the wild man that was
NANHA ANNh 6OhG 10 hDIUe AT n 0IACA
called KeltonhilI."
And from within came the chorused
affirmation. the continuation Of the Camis-
sard's song:
His leaf also shall not wither,
And whatever he doeth shall prosper.
And still," said Roland, '1n spite of
Jean Cavalier and his defections. we, the
Brethren OF the Way. hold our defenced
Villages. The enemy hath not made an in-
road. No, nor ever WIFI"
For that give God the gloryV' quoth
stout Catinat, uncovering ~devoutly. .
And from within that little temple
where of old the templaFs had held their
revels, came the solemn doxoIogy which
closed the hill-folks' worship:
AS for me: thou upholdest me I'm thine
integrity,
And s%ettest me before thy face forever:
Blessed he the lord God NJ TopaaI