Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1903-03-21
CHAPTER XIII.
Certain Spokes in Certain Wheels.

1t was not at the moment a matter OF
supreme personal Importance to Flower-o-
the Corn whether or not the Camisards OF
La Cavalerie were or were not entertaining
O traitor unawares.
But that which disturbed Flower-o'-the-
Corn was the knowledge that her father,
the chaplain of Ardmilan's regiment,
British officer according to military rating.
should be In this place, disguised and I'M
der conditions which she could not help
but recognize would bring him to the gal
lows II discovered, while at the same time
she had been the means Of introducing
among the Camisards one who might prove
to be a French spy
The girls were now seated in Yvette
chamber. which was pleasantly situated on
the third or highest story of the Tempiars
house, the village spread out far below
like a collection of beehives
And why said Flower-o'-the-Corn to
Yvette IF this man is really spy of the
enemy, do you not denounce him to your
father? Or, better still. to Gen. Cavalier
Yvette Foy looked straightly at her pew
friend like who in all her life has had
nothing to conceal.
THAT were indeed easy she said, CAIN
ly but first a French officer is gentle
man. / have no desire to see him torn
limb from limb by bowling rabble, as ne
would be If anything of what we know APP
peared. And. secondly, he and his people
have them constantly under observation.
But Gen Cavalier-my father-the otner
Protestant eaders?' urged Frances Well
wood. They are constantly walking about
and talking with this young man.
LAS to Gen. Cavalier, as you call him,
said Yvette, with supreme contempt, tine
apprentice baker can attend to his own
affairs. / am not his nursemaid, and lor
your father, my dear, have no fear Tor
him! The Camisards will listen to his
preachings, but viii tell him ncthing-not
l,DIx rel
Do not be afraid of him. Just because lie
IS the one true prophet among the many
false God will send His angels to watch
over him.
Yvette lifted up her beautiful eyes as she
Flower-o' -the-Corn rose impulsively and
threw her arms about her new friend
neck.
"Oh, shall love you dearly. KNOW she
cried with kind of sob. II have been so
lonely here-a girl with no one to speak to
except my father.
at no wonder that the apparent adj
vantages were all on the side of the daugh-
ter of Martin Foy, nor that when she had
undertaken the education of her Junior, the
very simplicity and directness of Frances
made her like wax in the hands of her self
constituted guardian and tutoress.
What would you have me do?" said
Frances meekly to Yvette Foy, IF 1 am not
to inform my father that there may be a
traitor in the campo
I'VE do not know ALL" said Yvette, in a
low tone; who are we, you and 1? Two
girls who have no experience of treaties
and embassies or of the hthef and thither
of politics. What have we seen? Only
suit of foreign regimentals, which, If we
charge the man with the possession of, he
will doubtless say that he obtained in order
to further his progress hither! In the mean
time. what you have to do is simply to steer
clear of this young man with the super
abundant changes Of raiment. For the sake
of your fathers life If not your own. do
not be so unw!se as to have any dealings
with him.
That is, at least. prescription easy to
follow, laughed Frances frankly and
readily, for indeed and indeed 1 do not
care if never saw him again.
At this Yvette kissed her friend, murmur-
ing vague girlish tendernesses. Then she
gently disengaged herself and walked to the
window Far down, at the entrance of a
certain dark entry stood q cloaked figure,
the same whom she had seen in the church
she passed out during sermon time
Yvette Foy smiled bitterly to herself
"Ah. you there still. my good wagner"
she muttered; well. at some trouble and
expense to myself have succeeded in put
ting somewhat considerable spoke in your
wheel Master Pierre Dubois of Roche-a'-
Bayard and Hoo
Pretty 1t was to listen to the give and
take OF confidence between them-especialy
the give. For while Yvette said little. this
our dove of Frances, excited and rejoiced
to have one of her own age and sex to con-
fide in. told out all that was within her
heart with the sweetest and delicatest
bluShings in the world.
And 1t was tale to strike her listener
with envy. For though it dealt only with
the innocentest and slightest girish admira-
tons, likings. preference. what opportuni-
ties did Yvete the experienced not dis
Germ? What glimpses of world of men in
rapid and brilliant action, Of the glancings
of golden epaulets, the glittering of lace
the clinking of spurs. the hither and thither
of the officers of a hundred regiments and
half dozen services
And this girl had walked through 1t all
like one in a dream! A handsome young
ald-de-camp of a COMMUNICATIVE chief had
confronted her among the Brabant wheat
apart--with admiration radiant in his eyes
and she (Flower o. the-Corn) had ridden off
with simple RANT word upon a borrowed
horse.
Yvette Foy had to bite her neither lip to
keep in the words of contempt.
And meanwhile Flower-o' the Corn pratt
tied on regardless of ALL
Yes" she said. 'it stays in my mind
that he admired me! l do not know why
but he did Men do these things But
somehow-somehow, though others have
looked like that at me-there was some
thing about him. perhaps his puzzled air
/ rode away q could laugh at IL them
that-;hat-well. II made me think of him
afterward OF course. | shall never see him
again. Yes. knew his name. He was well
known about the camp of Namur, being
secretary to my Lord Marlborough-''
We'll his name-what was it?" demand
ed Yvette who In a love affair liked to get
TO the root of the matter quickly.
His name was-that is, he was called SO
they told me Cfor indeed | never spoke to
him AGAIN., Captain Maurice Raith of his
eXcellencys staff"
"He was handsome?"
"Of handsomeness-yesw said Flower
o'-the-Corn. curling her lip with an elabora-
ton Of carelessness.
"A-h-h!' said Yvette very softly to her
SELF. HE was handsome. was he-of his
excelency's STAFF? His name Captain Maui
rice Raith. All. captain-my pretty captain.
II do not hold you now in the hollow of
my hand-crack thy whip, good master
wagner! For. II so 1t prove. the thing
that desire is mine own already or shall
know the reason why!'
The defenses OF the village were now ap-
preaching state of completion. La Cava-
1erie was now the chiefest and the safest
OF all the strengths of the Camisards
But already victuals and forage were at
perilously low ebb in case of a sudden at
tack. A foray was necessary. The point
OF attack and the leader must be decided
upon
As TO the latter there could be little aues-