Omaha daily bee., 1903-03-15
CHAPTER V.
a Wnmnn's Mlts.

4 IN wits.
Yvette Foy watched Maurice leave the
terrace where they had stood so close
together beneath the blossoming purple
ereepers with a smile on her face that was
by no means affected. All was not lost
because the first coup had somewhat mis-
carried. She had, however, sufficient knowl-
edge OF men to make no further attempt
that night.
It is true that the mile on her face was
a bitter one. And as she betook herself
to her ne%edlcwork AID her book the twin
scarlet lips were compressed more tightly
than usual, and there was a certain hard
and fixed look about her great dark eyes.
"a minute before did not care about
him at ALL" she murmured to herself,
"and I do not now. / have other things
to live for. But, Of all people in the
world, she shall not take him from me-"
Round a street corner came the far
heard chant Of the child mourners, the
clear voice still leading it, a heavenly in
strument such as angels might blow upon.
Yvette shrugged her shoulders disdain-
fully.
"She does It for effect" she murmured.
1.-THE days have been when l have done as
much myself (she smiled at the remem-
brance). Aye, and may again, II that is
the way the wind blows. II she chants
l~itanies, l can sing psalms. She has made
a captive Of Jean Cavalier-so they say
the new prophet-the ex-baker's boy OF
Geneva, who has come among us to de-
liver Israel from the hands Of the Phil
istines!"
1t is impossible to express the fierce Bit
terness with which the girl spoke. There
wflr d, .Iaaw, aIr,agf oF Wnndnaga in hns
eye-the revolt Of a keen and naughty
spirit against surroundings more hateful
to II than death.
Yet TO do her justice It was only when
such an one as Maurice Raith came in her
way that Yvette Foy let herself go. She
had a philosophy of her own in this as in
all things. she had too great a contempt
for the Camisard peasants who surrounded
her, in spite Of the fact that their midnight
marches and sudden assaults were making
all Europe ring with their fame, to lift so
much as an eyelash upon them. Not even
young Jean Cavalier, handsome, wise,
courtly, polished, could move her.
81 have the misfortune to be born Of
the peasants party" she said. but there
Is no need that | should mix with them. l
will pray with them, watch with the n, en-
dure long sermons with them. But | will
not love them, talk with them, hold con-
radeship with them. And doubtless in
good time there is a way out. II not by
this young Englishman, why by another"
Yvette had a secret storehouse of books
locked safely away in an empty escritoire-
books which had been sent her by Eugene
la Gracieuse, her friend Of the Partisan
school This private library included
among others the Grand Cyrus" "Clelie'
and the latest volumes cf the dictionary
of Bayle-strange books to be found in the
escritoire Of a Camisard girl in a village
standing upon it's defenses in the Wilds Of
the Cevennes.
From these she had learned the Lam
guage of Marty and Versailles. Though
still to outward appearance a poor girl,
her mind dwelt constantly with dukes and
princes. She walked the narrow corridors
Of the Bon Chretien as II they had been
the halls of the hotel de R%ambouillet itself.
10 do her justice, however, 1t was not
the nature OF Yvette Foy to sit down and
cry over the splitting of milk. On the con-
trary. she would serenely betake herself to
the work OF preparing another.
So Yvette sat musing upon the young
Engllshman who had left her. She bore
him no malice for his sudden departure.
WNAAs hNAN liultt she ndu
said with a shrug Of her shoulders. "You
can hardly expect to win every trick OF
the game. pretty Mistress Yvette. But no
more will the Milk-and-W Water girl-that
is one comfort"
For so she named Flower-o-the-Corn
as often as she thought of her.
She hummed a gay. careless tune learned
in Paris.
Shall / go carry a hymn book, sing
psalms, take short steps demurely, abase
mine eyes upon the ground? o, I could
do It. Yes, l have done II BEFORE so she
meditated. and II l Judge rightly, these
things are not what this young man loves
"a firm grip Of the hand, a bold meeting
eye. not too forward, but as a man to a
man. These will take him, so be that he Is
worth the taking"
She smiled as she saw, looking out at
the window. Maurice Raith stride away
across the little open square OF the village
and round the newly rebuilt Notifications
OF the Knights Templar. He walked fast,
as II he would thus disengage himse from
troublesome thoughts.
Yvette laughed, a little low laugh all to
herself, very pleasant to hear, It was SO
full Of good humor and mirthful apprecia-
tlon OF the circumstances.
HE must walk fast who would get away
from that Infection she
Yes" she said, "I am sure OF him. lie
10 too much a man OF action to care very
long for milk and water"
Her father entered at this moment,
siding uncertainty toward a chair. as II
he had scarce a right TO a seat in his own
house.
well. Martin Foy." said his daughter,
without raising her head from her work
or taking the trouble to conceal the book
which lay open upon the writing table be-
fore her. what news today OF the won
drous bakers boy? Hath his excellency
General Jean Cavalier defeated all the
marshals Of France and smashed his bread
oven with their batons?"
The old Camisard shook his head som
berly.
"Yvette, Yvette." he said in a voice as II
had been saddened with the singing o.
psalms and a manner ehastened by habitua
self-repression before the prophets and
chiefs OF his faith. when viii you learI
20 speak we'll OF men great and holy? WheT
will your hard heart be touched?"
"Pshaw!" cried the girl. "can you no
see, father. they are all mouthing fools!
am sad end angry TO stand by and see you
my father, giving your hard earned sub.
stance 20 such fanatics. What does CatinaI
know Of any shiloh?"
81 am grieyed for you. my daughter.
said her father sadly, ''for II ye do thes'