Omaha daily bee., 1903-03-08

from Geneva eNpound the WayF MOI You
are wearied and Would repose. Well, on a
future occasion he will refresh your heart
with such expositions Of the true inward
ness Of scripture as have never been yet
heard upon the Cevennes, l leave you to
my daughter. Let her ind you the where
withal to sustain the body. while 90 else
where to seek for the better sustenance Of
the soul"
Yvette Foy followed her father with her
eyes as he went out through the door. She
did not smile. Rather there was an ex-
ceeding bitterness in her great dark eyes.
Let us go out into the clean, wholesome
air" she said.
Maurice followed her out on the balcony.
There was something intensely attractive
about this girl. She seemed created for
sllurement. She walked like some Aholah
or Ahollbah, scarlet-lipped, llthe-limbed,
certain of her attractive power. Give her
but silk for serge, red heels for home
cobbled shoes, and there had not been a
prouder or a falrer court lady under the
raging splendor Of the Eilde-Boeuf.
The balcony upon which Maurice AMI
Yvette Foy emerged was not proper to his
room alone. 1t went all about the house.
except, that is, on the side which over
looked the street. Yvette led the way to
the corner where they were most remote
frum observation, and pointing the young
MAJ to a chair, leaned her elbows negli-
gently on the iron railing, her chin on her
clasped hands.
She looked up into his eyes a long while
steadily, and in spite OF himself he felt
his soul being drawn from him. For so II
Is when eyes that are great and large have
that IN them which needeth not speech.
80" she said slowly, without with
drawing her eyes from his face or allow
ing the spell to be broken, have you come
so far for so Hitler"
For me, l do not know what you mean, .
he said, uneasily.
But all the same he did not look at her.
And Yvette Foy, the innkeeper's daughter.
laughed that low, resonant laugh, like the
gurgling Of water underground.
NO." she said, at is not hid from me,
as you think. n that thing that has
brought you here is not, as they think, to
bring them a few guns, a little powder and
the greetings Of their dear friends and
noble allies, who, unless It suited them,
would not stretch out so much as their
little finger to help il they we're dying OF
hunger and torture. The poor silly fools
are all agog with the hope that next week
Marlborough and the Prince Eugene will
be camping out on the ridge, there, and
King Louis and all the marshals OF France
sleeping in their deem graves! A wonder,
sir, that you can lend yourself for a mo-
ment to such deceit! No, and you would
not but that you came here-for what?
To follow that pale, pink and whit daffy-
downdilly girl, the daughter of the Ger
man pastor. She has no heart, she is an
%icicle. a frozen rush from the water edge.
She knows neither what it is to love nor
what it is to hate"
AN 1 know both!" she added suddenly.
her voice was hardly louder than a whisper,
yet far-reaching like an echo in a great
cathedral.
She rose up suddenly and fronted Maui
rice.
Yes, l know both-to love and to hate
she repeated, and as she spoke she slowly
approached him where he stood. All about
the terrace the creepers were red and pur-
pie. The pair were almost wholly hidden
behind them.
Listen" she said, in the same low,
thrilling voice. II have not spoken to a
man-at least not in this barred Prison
house-for Ave months. What are these
yammerers to me? You-you-!" she seized
him With quick, vivid hands that left nerv-
| JUS lulpToSolOuS upOh MS yOu "hO
come from camps and courts and the So
ciety Of the livlng-you know. These are
not my equals. These are no companions
for me-"
But" began Maurice slowly, "is It not
possible that after all-that-'
She would not allow him to continue.
81 now know" she cried, almost
h~ercely, you would say that these men
and-their. women-are better han 1!
Granted! You are right. Infinitely better,
higher, purer. But the being they call God
made me so. l might have been like your
China of Dresden maid down there and
| seen good in all things. Only am not.
It was not so ordained. Ny father sent me
TO Paris to be educated-fnished. The
school was a kind of Protestant convent
without the dresses and without the masses
so much the duller therefore. But there
was another maid in that prison-house-
her name, Eugenie La Graeieuse.s Her
father is now In the Marshal de Montreveps
army. And so long as she remained she
and found a way to evade most OF the
restrictions of the place"
She paused to let her memory run over
the leaves Of the past.
81 was there four happy years. ] saw the
great world. I heard men speak-men who
we're men-men like you. And at the end
Of 1t | came back-t this-to this!"
And with great sweep Of disdain she en-
closed with her arm the circle OF little
high-roofed houses that constituted the
fortified village of La Cavalerie.
She looked wondrously lovely to Maurice,
this girl. vivid, pitiful, OF an astonishing
and most magnetic beauty. Suddenly some
thing seemed to melt in the young mans
heart. 1t appeared to him that he had
been sent on special mission from the great
world to comfort this forlorn girl-edu-
Gated. made to taste the pleasures OF life,
and then torn from them to be plunged In
solitude. Also her eyes were certainly
wonderful, that olive skin, at once clear
and mat, without polish OF service or hush
of color, save only the wondrous lips OF
cardinal red laid like leaves OF autumnal
scarlet upon the ivory Of her face. Above
her heaped hair in dark loose masses, eyes
deep and lustrous!
He made one step toward her. Yvette
Foy started and a hush Of something like
triumph m~omentarily Redeemed her cheek
The moist suffusion of her eyes brimmed
over. A tear ran slowly down her cheek.
Maurice's right arm was about her. He
had a kerchief in his left hand. He knew
not from whence he had obtained IT. But
he was wiping way that slowly trickling
drop. Two great eyes. moist and luminous,
were very near. The face was very near.
ua saaunad m grow dizzy in a mist OF Der-