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

Of his intentions, which usually supports
the young in their most remarkable and eX-
travagant actions.
Maurice was making his way toward the
gateways of the Templar's Gate. At either
the eastern or the western one would she
surely find caretaker. At least, If no
better, might be poor old drunken Elise.
La Cavalerie was not large place, and
Maurice with his burden took long strides.
They were not long in arriving Both
houses over the twin gates stood up dark
and cold. But upon the westernmost door
way Billy Marshall Numbered with sword
hilt-that, indeed, of the despised "poking-
stick which he had brought with him with
the feeling that any weapon was better
than none.
It was some time, however, before he
produced any effect, and in the meantime
the continuance of the slight but unmis-
taxable movements warned Maurice that
in few moments he would have to reckon
not only with the difficulty of providing a
home for Frances Wildwood, but with the
state of mind in which that young lady
should find herself upon coming to herself.
At last the little wicket door which as
usual opened in the midst of the larger
at about the height Of a mans head was
cautiously drawn ajar. A red and bloated
ViSage appeared thereat
open and admit your mistressr COM
manded Maurice whose temper had not
been improving as his arms grew more
weary.
II am my own mistress and this is my
house." responded the woman with drunk
en- tee-hee of laughter take yours where
you Will, will have none of them herer
But this is Mile. Frances Wildwood come
back to her fathers house-admit her this
instant! I command your
'Canny, canny, WI drucken WOmanp'
said Billy over his masters shoulder
But Maurice had little more time to make
up his mind The movements which had
been no more than involuntary STRINGS
evlncing a lack of ease and general discon-
me- he 1cix- ef,;.yi
woman trying to loose herself from severe
constraint.
Where am I? Where am To- cried Flow
er,othe-Corn, Historically. ''Set me down!
Who are your"
For once Maurice Raith. aid-de-camp to
my Lord Marlborough had his hands quite
sufficiently full. He decided first to get the
door open: and with furious expression he
ordered the old woman at the wicket to
undo the bolt at her life's peril.
But, she seeing through the dim pervasive
darkness and that medium of excessive vir-
tue only reached by the nine-tenths drunk
now raised her voice in eXuberant protest
No man, so she averred, should come
TO her Well-doing, well-deserving weII-con-
sidered house at that time of the night in
order to foiSt houseless young women unon
her Nine. Elise was her name-one we'll
known and reputed in the whole village of
La Cavalerie for over forty years
At this point Billy suddenly thrust the
Walloon blade through the wicket with the
idea OF jamming it, and by the intro
ductlon OF an arm, succeeding in forcing
an entrance into the house. But his
scheme, excellent in itself miscarried
There was spare grating, of which he
knew nothing, in the inside, which now
smut with spring. and 10! the Walloon
boxing stick" justified it's reputation by
swapping close to the guard and leaving
nothing but the hilt in Billy MARSHALL 3
hand
The wicket shut to with determined
clang. and from the soft subsiding hush
winch came from behind If If
able that the defender of the citadel had
quietly succumbed to the joint effects of
her own unaided valor and the courage so
long denOminated Dutch.
But Maurice had not time to think Of
her.
Frances Wildwood was standing before
him. the cloak in which he had hastily
wrapped her. fallen from her shoulders
her eyes in the darkness flashing like those
of Yvette Foy herself.
II demand to know where am and why
am here! she said.
She had her feet on the ground by this
time, but not having yet fully recovered
she swayed little. Maurice's arm went
instinctively about her. She shrunk away
from his touch as from a personal defile-
ment.
mo. nor she cried, the fierce wind of the
Causes whipping a kind of memory into
her mind by the very tingling chill of her
lips and cheek, go back to her! I have
! nothing to say to you-to either of you!
(she stamped her FOOT. go away from me
1 cannot bear the sight of you. tell you
go!
queen no gang auaite?' whispered Billy
Marshall under his breath. will we haze
to gle her a touch O the black thorn, think
We? I mind when Bet"
Hold your tongue or you will drive me
crazy" cried Maurice suddenly
Flower '-the-Corn stood a moment, the
hair blowing about her face She put up her
hand time or two to clear her eyes. Her