Omaha daily bee., 1903-04-05
CHAPTER XIX.
The Market Rate of Folly.

And at the sight all suddenly the being
Of Maurice Raith was changed within him.
An animal made comfortable purring and
arching its back with content was sud
denly changed to a man who knows that
he has been duped.
Letting go the girl he had kissed the mo-
ment before, he ran to Flower-o'- -the-Corn
who had fallen chill and limp upon the
floor. Yvette followed him.
mo. you shall not touch her-I dare you
to touch her!' he cried, starting up sud-
denly-why he knew not.
He was holding the slender form in his
own strong arms. determinedly, almost pos
sessively. The black dress scarce held her
more jealousy.
fvette Foy, who never fought so well az
In losing cause. affected TO believe that he
had suddenly gone mad, which was perhaps
true.
Better lay the preachers daughter
down." she said quietly and determinedly
/ like nurse taking command Of a patient,
she has heard what said about her father
After all, as I told you, she is not to
blame And she shall not suffer prom
ise you that. II was indeed solely for her
cause that / have been silent so long"
Mono" painted Maurice Raith, holding
the unconscious girl the closer In his arms,
that has nothing to do with It. It cannot
have. 1t is not true. l have listened too
long. You shall not touch her I will take
her away--I myseif-Maurice Raith. I am
brother oficer of her father, l tell you
! He Is no traitor, but the chaplain of O. Brit
ish Observation-Disclosures He committed
Mistress Frances to mya charge before he
went away" said Maurice, still holding the
girl tealously in his arms "As for you,
you have made me ashamed before her
why do not know. She will never think
well Of me again"
fvette Foy began to laugh uncertainty.
Il only tried to be as kind to you as I
knew how to be. II that be any fault, as Il
seems to be with you all of a sudden. But
well-I have never expected or experienced
anything but injustice and ingratitude all
my life. So why should look for anything
different now from a stranger and a man. T"
But her words the admirable disorder
OF her dress and hair, even the puffuI
squaring Of her mouth. all fell dead upon
the compassion Of Maurice Raith with the
warmth Of Flower-o' the Corn's body
striking slowy through his breast
II tell you l Will take her away from
here" he stammered hotly. "It is not
Mt that she should dwell In the same house
with you"
He moved towards the door with his bur.
den. Yvette Foy stood in front of him.
you shall not,' she said ''she Is
my guest. Her character would be lost II
she left this house with you. and in such
manner"
Stand out OF my way, I say, madame, -
cried Maurice furiously; "the character
OF Mistress Wellwood needs no other de-
render In the absence OF her father, thar
Captain Raith. Her father left all in hel
own hired house, and he gave me alone the
right TO protect her. / will take her there
and woe betide the man or woman who
stands In our wayl"
"Fatherl Fatherl" cried Yyette Foy, sud
denly lifting her voice lamentably: help
help. beseech you, helpl"
, And from some chamber whers he hat
been preparing himself for the reeose O
the night, Martin Foy hung himself int
the room, having like the old soldier h,
was, only taken time to arm himself witt
a great Walloon sword, that he might b,
, the more ready to succor his daughter ii
her need.
'fvette, you cried-what is II, sweetest 2
said the old man, standing in his turn
aghaAt at the sight Of Maurice, supporting
the insensible frances in his arms.
That man hath insulted U.S." she cried
pointing TO Maurice RaIth; he hath spokel
evil things-things that young girl ough
, not 10 near, Look-Iook! She has n
longer any life OF power to resist. n
would carry her away from this pIac
against her will. so-being afraid, erie,
to you, my father! You will not fail me
. l know!"
, Old Martin Foy stamped on the groun
with the old-fashioned fenser's clack, whicl
had not then gone out OF date.
Hold, villain" he cried STAND still
where you are. Put the girl down, OF b.
Saint Anthony, | win stap three feet o
! good Hpres steel through you black vitals!
l And the old moustaehe advanced 81
! hercely that there is no saying what nigh
l have happened Maurice being eneumbere,
with his burdeEj had not Billy Marshall
. hearing the sound Of voices in high dis
a pute, and his masters among them, com
r running up 10 the great living parlor. Tn
a syPsy did not take time 10 have the situa
5 tion explained 10 him. He saw his maste
9 with lovely sirl in his arms Tha
needed no explanation. Even so. with hal
a dozen foes to Withstand him and a good
: friendly Marshall or two TO keep the mos
immediate points on. he had In his tim
9 borne away Bet so successfully that sh
q had ever afterWard proved herself & loVina