Omaha daily bee., 1903-05-17

"As to that" said Yvete, with an air OF
reflection, you can, of course, please your
self, but II you take my advice you will do
nothing of the kind. He would not believe
you"
'Of that l must take my chance" said
Flower-o'-the-Corn, sadly. least | can
tell him the truth"
Then I shall see that the interview Is
granted you,' said Yvette. II will speak
of the permit to my husband"
At the same time Yvette. chief OF web
spinners, was not easy in her mind as to
how the matter might be taken by Jean
Cavalier. But IL a thing had to be done.
Yvette did not stand upon the order of
doing.
Her husband had, for his own comfort.
become (save in very exceptional instances)
a man literally under authority. And when
La MARKETABLE put her hand upon tine coat
sleeve of the commandant OF the military
prison, and with sweet particularly of
speech whispered her wants into his ear,
that worthy officer felt his heart stirred
as it had not been by all the privileges of
domesticity which he had enjoyed for years.
OR again, when Madame, I'm dainty furs
and the p%rettiest boots. stood upon the
verge of a flooded dyke lat least two feet
wide and az several inches deep), Il was
that squire of danes, the gallant Betchet.
sergeant-major and chief of the transport,
who helped her across, and-neither forgot
IL nor spoke of II to his dying day. These,
and such as these, were Yvette's friends.
and in the day of need they stood close
about her, a quick, willing, ready, devoted
array.
So when Yvette desired to speak to Maui
rice there was for her a plain road and a
ready Monsieur Betchet attending her with
his keys, and waiting decorousiy at the end
of the passage for her outgate.
So In like manner, when It was Colonel
Cavalier whose presence was desired in
the marechale's chamber. 10! his excellency
was ready to absent himself. His soldier
servant mounted guard on the stairs to
see that madam was in no way disturbed
The very guard at the door told lies for her
sake.
To Jean Cavalier marching and counter
marching hither and thither on the military
exercise ground down on the side of the
Tarn, almost within gunshot of his own
old outposts, there was something numbing
and strangling in the proximity of Yvette,
the wife of Nicholas de Baume, marshal
of France.
1t was not that he had any hatred in his
heart for the woman who had made him
love her. Only his heart had gone out to
her still. And in the cool filtered light of
a moist spring afternoon her message came
to him.
He went as he would have gone to Gods
judgment seat, without either fear or hope.
simply because the other had come to him.
Cavalier stood facing Yvette. She ad-
vanced and held out her hand. He was
growing old. though no more than 2 and
90 years of his age. His hair was already
graying and the freshness of boyhood had
passed from his cheek.
He took the hand of the woman he loved,
but his lips did net utter a sound. Only a
CULVER ran through his limbs, something, as
1t seemed, between a sigh and a shudder.
His eye became fixed and immobile. Well
might this strange girl say of the Camisard
chief, II hold him.
II have sent for you" she said, keeping
the bright spark in either eye fixed upon
him. 81 have somewhat to say to you"
Cavalier bowed without speaking.
There is a young girl here" she went
on, clearly, choosing her words. 81 wish
you to marry her"
Cavalier maintained his attitude. If any
thing his face grew paler than before, but
the difference was so slight as to be almost
invisible. He waited further Information
not explanations.
For all our sakes you must carry a good
force to our king" she said. We must not
leave the Cevennes half baciied. The Pas
tor Wildwood is of great power among the
fanatics. You are to marry his daughter.