Omaha daily bee., 1903-05-03
Copyright. 1902, by s. r. Crockett.)
CHAPTER NXIX.
Apples of SOhOm.

ness he could hear the unanimous rustic
Of ordered movement as the arms rose to
the salute and fell again to the mems side.
Near by there was a grove Of dark trees
pines by the sound OF the wind among
their branches. For five minutes Cavalier
threaded aisle after somber aisle OF these.
They descended into a dell, as 1t had been
AZ ancient quarry. Here. blazing with
light. a tent was pitched. Others less
bright and gay stood around.
The Marquis de Montrevel led the way.
and what was the young mans wonderment
to see tina on his arm there hung. looking
tenderiy up into his weather-beaten face
who hut Yvette FOy, daughter Of the Cam
isard, innkeeper OF La Cavalerie.
The table was spread for supper as they
entered. Servants attired like the foresters
Of a great nobleman and mighty hunter
stood in ordered rows. TIL grenadiers
halted at the tent door. Oficers in splen-
did uniforms rose to greet their COM
mander-in-chief That sturdy veteran con-
Quoted Yvette with grave courtesy to the
head OF the table. As he stood for a mo-
ment waiting till a little hustle subsidized
ut the end Of the tent nearest to the door,
he glanced down at his companion with
pride, and yet with an appreciation Of the
situation more than half humorous.
There was a proud smile Of triumph on
her beautiful, dark face. And 1t was poor
Jean Cavaliers thought, the rat OF n use
less remorse ~gnawing at his vitals. that
never woman looked SO beautiful.
The marshal raised his hand, and COM
manded silence with a gesture at once
great and gracious.
Then he took Yvette Foy by the hand,
holding the fingers a little high in his. not
without a certain pride.
Gentlemen OF the kings army and my
good comrades" he said, ~ present to you
my wife. the MsrQuise de Montrevel."
Whereupon he sat down and ordered In
the soup.
Yvette was seated on his right hand, and
Cavalier. all overwhelmed and a little dazed
BY the lights and the food Of emotions,
found himself on his left. he stood as
tonshed, almost in act to fee, till the SER
want detailed to wait upon him, seeing his
difficulty, seated him on his chair with q
gentle compulsion.
A nood OF indignant wonder rose slowly
within him. Verify he had sold himself
for naught-for the light word of a woman
without honor.
The rcpast went on. Cavalier ate what
ives on his plate mechanically, or more
Ofien left it untouched.
The MarechAl. an old campalgner and
man OF the world. perhaps diyining some
part OF the young mans feeling, left him
pretty much TO himself, only pledging him
once or twice for forms sake under the
designation of mon Cousin"
Yvette never so much as glanced at him.
The building was raised now. The scat
folding might come down when 1t liked.
The dinner drew TO a close with the clesS.
Ing OF all the fragments down TO the far
ther end OF the table. where tse soldier
servants and officers of The Marshal's
household proceeded forthwith to regaIe
themselves, as was the jovial custom Of
the commandersiG-chie OF the Cevennes,
while those at the upper end drew closer
together and drank in great bumpers to the
health of the king, to that of the general
and to IAN the GlerlCs of France"
De Montrevel touched him on the shoulder
Immediately after and said. Now, sir, II
you are ready We will proceed to finish
our affair"
Then he turned to the company with his
usual courtesy.
You will excuse u.s." he said. At have
some matters to arrange with this my
young kinsman. who has been good enough
to escort my wife to our camp"
A signal 10 the guard followed. They
fell In before and behind, silent and pre-
else. The Marquis de MontreveI gave his
arm to his wife. Jean Cavalier followed
behind. his head bowed and his soul in
saekeloth and ashes.
They mounted out OF the quarry, but had
not far TO go through the ~pinewOod before
they came to the headquarters OF the gem
eraL. II was a white house in q vineyard
with tall. winter-striPped trees like senti-
nels before the door. Guards lined the
approaches. standing near enough for him
TO see. even In the dim light. the round
spots Of light made by their buttons and
the whittier spiotches OF their buckles, gait
srs and RceOuterments.
AM now, General Cavalier" said the
marshal, after he had motioned the young
man 10 = chair. "What have you to say TO
met"