Omaha daily bee., 1903-04-26
CHAPTER XIV.
a Syringe to Catch WOOdcOcks
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Ah0 SAaA "
the great general; the Marquis de Montre-
vel. Marshal OF France. that IL the young
CamIsard could but be brought over to the
side Of the king, the revolt in the Cevennes,
which had famed and fickered on for so
many years, would be finished once and for
all.
And since Yvette never did anything for
nothing, as a price for carrying out this,
the Marquis had promised that she should
be publicly acknowledged as his wife.
This was a matter Of great moment to
Yyette Foy, who, more than goodness and
an entrance to heaven, desired to be known
as the wife Of a marshal of the kingdom.
The Marechal had laughed at this, and,
with Yvette's arms about his neck, he could
do little else but promise.
THAT you may have others OF higher es-
tate upon whom to try your charms than a
mere leader Of Camisard reoels, my pretty
Yvettel" he said, tolerantly, touching her
cheek.
The Marechal de Montrevel. to whom
Yvette Foy had for some time been pri-
vately married, was a gentleman OF an an
Client family of Bresse. He had survived
a long career OF gallantry, both in the wars
and also in those other fields with which
the world is more usually connected. He
had early attained high honors in the cam
paigns OF the king. He was a famous and
successful duelist. II there was anywhere
q forlOrn hope to be led, Nicholas de la
Baume was the man to lead 1t.
He was now in his six-and-hftieth year,
but not a single gray thread crossed the
rippled fax Of his hair, which he wore long
and tied in a queue. He adhered to MILL
tary mOustachios In an age Of clean-shaven
men, and had conserved his powers by 1u-
dicious exercise, military and other.
A certain suave and kindly humor, mel
low as his laugh, and more than occa-
sionaIly quickened with his native Bur-
gundy, kept the mans spirit heartsome and
sound as a nut. He had frankly fallen In
love with Yvette Foy when the army was
settled at Millau. First, ne had begun by
making love in dilettante fashion. He ended
like many another, in finding himself In love
with her. with the inevltableness OF a
woman's instinct she knew the love that
was In him, and, as her manner was-re-
ceived his advances coldly.
Monsieur the General did her great
honor (de Montrevel had not yet received
his marshal's baton. which came to him
later in the same year,. For herself she
was but a poor girl. Her father-weh,
though she did not share his sentiments.
II was we'll known to the general what her
father was--a landless outlaw who might
any day find himself hanged for treason
or broken on the wheel. She could not
would not listen to him. His very love,
as declared by him, was an insult"
And so for ten remorseless days, with
the assistance Of half a dozen volumes OF
the Grand Cyrus, Yvette Foy kept her word.
The soldier of the King Louis, general OF
all the armies Of the High Cevennes, fret
ted and fumed like a schoolboy. He tried
persuasion upon the maid servant at the
door. but that narrow-eyed Camisard smiled
with close. grim mouth at his clumsy
brides. He tried threatenings upon Yvette's
father and Martin Foy told him plainly that
he counted the loss of his life but gain.
and that there was neither Montrevel the
soldier nor Louis the King had gold that
could buy nor wheel that could break the
spirit that was In him. And meanwhile
Mistress Yvette abode In her chamber I'M
seen OF any.
The marquis did not want to marry. He
had passed through & life OF SO years very
we'll without It. But Yvette Foy's mode OF
treatment was new to him.
In a chamber high over the river at Mil
Iau, looking down on the shallow punts
that push out on the sleeping summer river.
and the old llmekiln that smokes a peaceful
pipe away to the right. patiently doing It's
work century after century, Yvette read
the curt and vehement love letters OF Mich
olas de Baume.
She read and smiled to herself. Would
she love him? Yes. surely-on her own
terms.
Being wise, she counted nothing on words.
She passed without comment from De
Montrevel's most fervent appeals. She
would not consent to see him, either alone
or In the company OF his friend.
On this subject only Eugene knew her
mind.
To her also the commander in chief of
the High Cevennes discovered his soul, or
ct least 50 much OF 1t as bore upon the
vexed and vexing question Of little Yvette
Foy.
EugenIe smiled a knowing smile. YES"
she thought. "She might venture TO say
that there was one condition Of COM