Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1903-04-18
CHAPTER XIII.


Let it be set down as not the least of
the virtues of this remarkable girl that
she recognized in moment when her i'm
mediate plans had been defeated, and with
out a murmur took up her old life again,
with all that the sacrifice meant to her.
Perhaps she was somewhat assisted in
this by the thought that Flower-o the
Corn was safe on the other side of the
great gulf Of air which men call the Valley
of the Dourbie.
On the way homo she warned Maurice
and Catinat that the Cadets Of the Cross
now knew Of the Camisard means of COM
munication with Saint Veran, and that, II
they wished to keep 1t in working order
they had better put a sufficient guard over
1t. She also informed them that Flower-o'-
the-Corn seemed glad to be gone, a fact in
no wise surprising, considering the threats
of the Steurs Joseph Peyrat and his accom-
plices.
'Wait till I lay hands on any of them.
They call themselves Cadets Of the Cross"
growled Catinat grimly. II, Abdias Maui
rel, will for the first time reveal to them
for what purpose cross Is constructed
AS Yvette had foretold. the townsfolk
of Saint Veran, Camisards to the core and
hotly In earnest about the matter. received
Flower-o' -the-Corn with open arms. No one
could do enough for her. The maidens ran
for their mothers. their mothers for cor
dials. and bade blankets be heated before
fires. There were feuds as to who should
entertain her, only decided by the attitude
of the entire young male population OF
Saint Veran, which persisted in hanging
over her couch like devotees before
shrine and vouching for the willingness OF
their parents to receive her. SO these wise
people finally decided that Flower-o' the
Corn should await the coming of her
rather (of whose sermons they had heard
the fame) in the house of a certain Child
n bxyy
band had been formerly mayor Of the little
hill town and he and his wife were exceed
ingly willing to have the daughter of the
famous pastor of Geneva as their guest
AT La Cavalerie the old routine recon-
menced. The guards were shifted duly The
trenches were dug farther afieid. Sadly
Maurice went about his duty, casting many
glance across the deep gorge Of the Dour-
bic. now blue and rose with the exhalations
OF the evening, again like a floor, white and
solid as though one could walk across 1t as
the cumuli piled themselves under tho
round Of the moon-at all times a great
gulf fixed which the young man desired to
pass over and was not able.
AS for Yvette FOy. her attitude toward
Maurice was quite changed. kind Of
tender reproach. as II deeds ought to speak
small sisterly cares or frequency of pre-
pared interviews. but rather q quiet, regret
ful distance. absolute and elaborate as the
quiz OF Saint Veran, guarded her about In
81, "S ~ "eie' AoIeVer noVereo inc
echoes OF the harsh words spoken on the
eve of Fiower-o' -the-Corn's flight. They
made kind of halo for her.
Patient. maidenly, unrevengeful, the spirit
OF Yvette Foy seemed to etherialize her
lovely body, and her very silence concern
ing the act she had done in saving Frances
Wildwood and facing the worst that the
cruel Cadets of the Cross could do to her
added to that Incompatible nobility of self
sacrifice.
But to the reason which had led her
out upon the Causes that night. Yyette
Foy was silent with q silence invincible and
complete.
To be quite plain, a noble combination
had been spoiled. and the Marshal de Mon
treval and his suite had roamed as much of
the Causes as was safe for them for three
or four hours In vain. seeking Madame le
MARKETABLE who as little Yvette Foy was at
that moment gently and uncomplainingiy
returning toward La Cavalerie In time to