Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1903-03-14
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lutes in honor Of his majesty's birthday,
Jean Cavalier smiled, almost the sweet
smile of child.
II had not thought that his majesty had
so whole-hearted an advocate within these
walls" he said kindly; Martin Foy, we
must be careful before whom We talk our
secrets!
ing straight up to her, he laid his hand on
her wrist. There was nothing OF familiar,
ity in the action, yet the girl WINGED and
then stood stonily still.
Listen" he said In a low, even tone
characteristic of him. Il have message
for you also, Mistress Yvette Foy We OF
the folk called Camisards are no unfrlends
to the king-only to the priests ara e., ,mGse
in vain. We will obey him, save In the
matter of our consciences-save in the
things wherein We have appealed TO
fore Caesar! Let this remain in your mind
For the present hold no further word with
you.'
He removed his hand from the girls
wrist She returned to herself with KIND
of shudder, but before she could speak
the Young man had bowed as formally as
before and betaken him down the stairs
of the inn of the Bon Chretlen.
Yvette stamped her foot In hot anger;
$50 that is his power" she said, AND ne
would make me feel it-me-who contemn
and despise all his prating crew wen, wait
-waiti There is this day and another day
after this He also Is a young man. ana,
though he is strong in his Will magic, WI
break his will, and his magic, both OF them
together. He shall crawl like worm on
the ground before me ere all De zone:
also have a magic older and simpler than
he dreams Of He can cast his glamour on
these ignorant peasants, mud-stalneo from
the furrow. He can sway the listening as
sembly / have heard him-breath-breat
the power OF the spoken word-the thrill
of personality that passes out from man
others do great things because he Wills
\ Dat ct
because the power goes from him he is
left weak. All the more that he binds
| thousands to his will, he shall not be able
TO resist mine. All, Jean Cavalier will
teach you to set your hand on the wrist Of
Yvette Foy. You I will take with the
strong hand"
| She plucked at the growing greenery Of
the balcony where she had sat with the
| creeper came away in her hand. She shred
ded the petals one from the other and drop
| ped them over the iron bars.
$3.50 will 1 do with the soul Of Jean
| Cavalier, because he hath tried to humble
| me, according to the power that Is given
| to me- ! will cause his prophesies to cease.
I will shut his soul to the invisible. I will
make him even as other men-he, who calls
| himself the leader Of many. And at the
| last / will give him ashes in his mouth
| f1uit!
| AS she spoke she broke into a trill Of
| laughter.
II declare" she said, II have quite
caught the twang. I am preaching with
! out knowing it,
| And without, upon the irregular pavement
| OF the little street, two men met and greeted
| each other. They were Maurice Raith still
| in his wagner blouse. He uncovered and
stood humbiy before Jean Cavalier, who
| nodded slightly In acknowledgment of the
| salutation.
When shall we go over the papers to-
| gether," said one; there is the rendezvous
| near Cette to arrange for, and the time is
| short?''
| 1t was the wagner who spoke, humbly,
as II he plead some favor of quarters or
| victual.
| Tomorrow night. said the other, look
| ing carelessly into the distance. Bring
your servant with you to my rooms. think
he speaks no French. We shall arrange all
] then. And he will keep the door. He can
be trusted?"
THAT warrant" said Pierre the wagon
| er, grimly. God pity the man that runs up
| against Billy with a sword in his hand and
| door to kept"
And above them, out of the high balcony
| OF the ancient Templar's house, the dark
eyes Of Yvette Foy looked after them.
Men are such self-important ninnies.' -
so she summed up her experiences. Their
bubbles are blown SO thin that they need no
pricking! They burst OF themselves. As Ii