Omaha daily bee., 1903-04-19
April 10, 1908.

that the cruel cadets Of the cross could do
10 her, added to that Incompatible nobility
OF self-sacrihce.
But as to the reason which had led her
out upon the Causes that night, Yvette
Foy was silent with a silence invincible
and complete.
To be quite plain, a noble combination
had been spoiled, and the Marshal de Mon
trevel and his suite had roamed as much of
the Causes as was safe for them for three
or four hours in vain, seeking Nine. la
Marechale who little Yvette Foy was at
that moment gently and uncomplainingly
returning toward La Cavalerie in time to
help chant the evening psalm of the Can't
sards.
But the elements Of greatness in Yvette
always told her to make the best of the
things which were. So with Maurice on one
side and Catinat on the other. Billy Mar
shall bringing up the re;r, she offered a
striking picture of a Puritan maiden. going
meekly homeward after some deed of noble
self-immolatiOn which, like that OF Miriam.
the sister of Moses. would render her name
famous forever among her people.
Such was the attitude of Yvette Foy till
the party which had been sent to intercept
the English ships came home. Yet IL is,
indeed, more than likely that, had Yvette
succeeded in her first mission, the embassy
might never have returned at all.
But at all events it did, though not. in
the opinion Of those that took part in 1t.
wholly successful.
The Camisards and Cavalier, their chief
had expected that the allies would send
something more than arms and muni-
tions of war-though as Maurice himself
thought, not altogether with reason. They
had expected troops also.
So when Cavalier returned he found the
whole town and defenses Of La Cavalerie
in such complete and admirable order that
no fault was to be found anywhere. Also
many things, such as the fortifying of the
communications toward the Dourbie had
been thought on and carried out for the
first time. Nevertheless not a word of
praise or compliment did Cavalier utter,
even withdrawing the guard about the era
deepest, the cables of which connected tho
LarZac with st. Veran, with the result that
1t was found a morning or two afterward
wrecked and useless, the great over boom
ing stays cut, and the whole wonderful
erection lying over on it's side.
Catinat alone continued to show friendli-
ness. From the rough, hard man, from
whom nothing had been expected, most was
now forthcoming
1t was soon evident that Patrick Well
wood and his young companion. Maurice
Raith, could not long continue in comfort
at La Cavalerie. For one thing, all COM
munication, save that of the daily display
Of "all we'll" flags, was cut of with St.
Veran by the destruction of the cradle on
the Dourbie side.
And by this very misfortune the heart OF
he young man and the heart of the old
grew closer to each other.
One evening the confession came nat
uyalIy.
n ha IN ohE
STAFF sir, here upon his gTaces own busi-
ness!' said cne.
And /, by the act of an overruling
Providence, am Patrick Wellwood some
time chaplain to Ardmillan's regiment"
responded the other.
Il knew you from the moment / set eyes
upon you," said Maurice with a glow of
boyish triumph. You see you never at
tempted any disguise, and then--youE
Gaughter!"
What of my daughter, sir?" said the old
man, with the first touch of chill in his
tone.
WELL" explained Maurice, boldly, you
could not expect to hide her light under
bushel, even in La Cavalerie. There is
no one SO beautiful as she isl"
The old pastor looked straight at the
man before him.
May l inquire of you if you have con-
veyed any of these faneies to my daugh-
ter herself?" he said.
Maurice smiled, the clear-hearted, glad
smile Of the man ready to count all well
lost for love.
Frankly, she would net let me-" he said,
otherwise the information has been at
the disposition of the lady any time these
many weeks!"
The old man sighed and rested his hand
upon his brow.
Frances has been to me truly as an
apple Of gold in a basket of silver" he
murmured. True 1t is, she hath not to
the full her mothers beauty"
Maurice give vent to a sudden. invol-
untary cry. Patrick Wildwood smiled a
little compassionately.