Omaha daily bee., 1903-05-03

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own. and I am enabled to sell your horses
to any advantage, / shall forward the price
Of them to the camp Of my Lord Marlbor-
ough."
AS they went Maurice and Frances con-
versed in a low tone. In the marshes far
away the bittern doomed duly all unhCeded,
white in all the bitches along whose banks
they made their devious way, certain frogs,
mail and green as to their persons and
optimistic of disposition, Croaked tenta-
lively in the darkness, anticipant OF spring.
Their guide had been supplied to them at
their last hating place, when he had agreed
in his soft liquid sounding Provencal speech,
to guide them safe to a resin-gathercr's
hut at the northeastern corner Of the
strangely splintered halls called the Al
pines" which, with their white stone pin
nacles, g~littcred mysteriously under the
starlight.
Yet it was a not uncheerful time. They
had left the doom-striCke Cevennes behind
them.
Soon the land of safety and OF their own
religion would be about them. Meantime
there was the WEAKNESS of limb and the
prospect OF rest and food in the resin
CATERERS hut on the tanks Of the rocks OF
Baux.
That at least would he welcome, Frances
thought-ah, never welcomer. For in spite
Of Maurice Raith's sustaining hand, and his
careful management of the housekeeping
beast, Flower-o'-the-Corn had grown deadly
tired. And as the lantern turned a moment
in the hand of the guide upon those behind,
Maurice saw dark circles about her eyes.
Not much farther-up therein yonder
cleft it vast averred the guide. "a good
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upholders of the way. They would soon
end themselves there. They will pile tbs
twigs OF pine and fragrant Juniper spread
the blankets-and, after food partaken of.
sleep out their sleep in quietnces."
The man and woman came to their door.
There was a red glow within and a pleasant
smell Of roasting chestnuts dlsengaged it,
self upon the night air. Maurice lifted
Frances Wildwood down. Indeed, she let
herself slide into his arms like a tired
child. He carried her within.
Wine, black bread and the roasting chest
nuts constituted tho not ignOble fare upon
which the little company of five made out
their evening. or rather morning meal.
Maurice made Flower-o-the-Corn drink q
copious draft OF the wine, which was good
and strong, from the neighboring vine
yards OF st. Remy.
Then they made her couch, and Bet Mar
shall, with d grooming tenderness, covered
her up. She was asleep in FIVE minutes.
Meantime Maurice sat by the fire and
dozed, while Patrick Wildwood, vigorous
and controversial as II he had Just awak-
ened from a dream of assisting at the as
sembly OF divines at Westminster. ex-
pounded the great doctrine of Justification
by faith.
Maurice nodded and agreed, his mind far
away. and his eyes on the shawls in which
his love lay mufled up on her bed OF pine
branches, Billy and Bet undisguisedly
snored, while near the door the guide and
the resin gatherers murmured together,
wakeful as Arabs about a campfire.
Maurice slowly raised himself at the end
OF one of Patrick Wellwood's .Iengthiest
paragraphs.
81 will see what the morning promises"
he said.
great fare of blood-red sunrise fronting
him, with black figures silhouetted tower
ing against it.
Good morning, Angiais!" said a voice.
1--WE have been waiting for you. Step this
way. Our orders are not to disturb the
lady"
The house of the resin gatherer was sur.
rounded by two companies OF dragons
The men were sitting their horses motion
less as statues, and II was their figures
which the eyes of Maurice, still blinking
with the dusk and smother OF the chamber
had seen ink-blaek against the splash ed
scarlet OF the dawn.
CTO BE CoNTINUED)
Gradually she acquired a knowledge o
machinery and mechanical devices. sh'
found that nothing fascinated her half a
much. Then she determined to learn engi
neering. Friends sought to dissuade her
but the aspiring engineer was obdurate
In July, 1899, she began firing. and tw,
months later she was entrusted with tn,
responsibility Of managing the entire plant
She passed the rigid examination, pre-
scribed by the state. will complete success
The district IamineT said he had never re-
ceived more intelligent answers.
Tn engine Miss Stout runs is a sta