Omaha daily bee., 1903-03-15

which he had listened to his daughter was
gone.
Cavalier" he cried, Jean Cavalier! You
do this house an honor! My daughter, rise
and bid the greatest OF our prophets and
leaders welcomed! General Of the army OF
the Lord, the younger Gideon Of our host,
my daughter bids you welcomed
The girl rose with a naughty and cou-
temptuous gesture, her eyes still flashing
angry fire. She swept the young man a
courtesy, to which he responded with an
equal austerity-not too much and not too
little, yet marking as a mar Of breeding
might do his recognition Of the unfriendli-
ness Of his reception and MS intention not
in any way to presume.
Il I'm no general" he said in a voice sin
gularly low and pleasant, and you name
me rightly, Martin Foy, when you call me
simply Jean Cavalier. AS you know, there
are no titles among US. the Brethren OF the
Way"
The girl stood still. her train circled
proudly about her, her head thrown back,
regarding him. But Jean Cavalier bore her
scrutiny unabashed. yet with a singular,
sweet modesty natural to the man.
There was something altogether very
winning about the youth. 1t was dificult
indeed to reconcile the boyishness of his
face, the crisp curls about his small, we'll
formed head, the blush that came and
went upon his cheek, the slight, dark, downy
moustache on his lip, with the reputation
which he already possessed all over Europe
as a veteran soldier, who had worsted great
marshals, past masters OF war, and who
had compelled the court of Versailles itself
to alter It's methods Of dealing with the
contemed rebel peasants Of the Cevenes.
But Of all this the daughter Of Martin
Foy rocked nothing.
Has 1t been a good season for vislons?"
said Yvette Foy, keeping her great eyes
steadfastly fNed upon the young man before
her.
Jean Cavalier did not blush. Neither did
he seem put out even for a moment. Stead
lily he gave the girl back eye volley for eye
volley.
THE coming Of the vision or the going of
IT," he said with dignity, at is not mine
to hasten or delay. When the Lord has
work for his people he will make bare his
arm!"
The girl made a quick little gesture of in
finite contempt.
20, do not weary mel know the ~jargon,'
she said, the trick of 1t is too easy. For a
comfortable salary l could be a prophecies
myself"
81 think II you will consider the deeds
which God has been pleased to do by me
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that the Spirit OF the Lord hath not alto
gether spoken in yain!"
You have beaten General Argenton.
and the poor old brigadier, San Privat."
she said bitterly, land what Of that? Is a
regiment more or less aught to the master
OF armies? Shall Louis the King be less
the king for a score of such victories? p"
! Not less, but more" said Jean Cavalier
gently; moreover, it has been revealed to
me that one day / shall stand before Louis
the King and not be ashamed! The kinR is
still the king, and we hold ourselves his
subjects all the more that we resist the
prosecutors who have blinded his eyes and
led him astray."
A hour or two ago." she said. "I saw
a company of those loyal subjects Of yours,
General Cavalier. dragging a cannon into
the village. Was it ~perchance to FIRE sa-
lutes in honor Of his Majesty's birthday"
Jean Cavalier smiled, almost the sweet
smile OF a child.
81 had not thought that his Majesty had
so whole-hearted an advocate within these
walls" he said kindly; Martin Foy, we
must be careful before whom we talk our
secrets!"
Then he turned to Yvette Foy, and
walking straight up to her, he laid his hand
on her wrist. There was nothing Of IA
m~iliarity in the action. yet the girl WINGED
and then stood stonily still.
Listen" he said In a low, even tone
characteristic Of him. 81 have a message
for you also, Mistress Yvette Foy. We Of
the folk called Camisards are no unfriepds
to the King-only to the priests and those
who take the name of the kings authority
in vain. We will obey him. save in the
matter OF our consciences-save in the
things wherein we have appealed to a
higher tribunal. and, as 1t were, stand be-
fore Caesarl Let this remain In your mind.
For the present I hold no further word
with youl"
He removed hts hand from the girls
wrist. She returned to herself with a kind
OF shudder. but before she could speak the
young man had bowed as formally as be-
YvettS' stamped her foot in hot anger.
so that is his power" she said, land
he would make me feel it-me-who con-
tenn and despise all his prating crew.
Well. wait-wait! There is this day and an
other day after this. He also is a young
man.. and. though he is strong in his will
magic, l will break his will, and his magic,
both of them. He shall crawl like a
worn on the ground before me ere all be
done. / also have a magic older and
simpler than he dreams OF. He can cast
l AAe 6A1AAN - 80 1b1h Ah1~
stained from the fuTrow. He can sway the
listening assembly. l have heard him
Observation-Disclosures power of the spoken
word-the thrill OF personality that passes
out from a man-others do great things
because he Wills 1t. / have seen 1t, and l
know. But Just because the power goes
from him he Is left weak. All the more
that he binds thousands to his win. he
shall not be able to resist mine. All, Jean
Cavalier-I will teach you to set your
hand on the wrist of Yvette Foy. You I
will take with the strong hand!"
She plucked at the growing greenery Of
the balcony where she had sat with the
young Englishman. A spray OF purple
I creeper came away in her hand. She
shredded the petals one from the other
and dropped them over the iron bars.
! $3.50 will l do with the soul Of Jean
l Cavalier, because he hath tried to humble
me, according TO the power that is given
to me. l will cause his prophecies to cease.
| will shut his soul to the invisible. /
l will make him even as other men-he, who
calls himself the leader OF many. And at
the last ! will give him ashes in his mouth
: even apples OF sodom-exceeding bitter
frrit!"
As she spoke she broke into a trill OF
LAUGHTER