Omaha daily bee., 1903-04-19

WIN llObN ahh "ShN's
in the starlight.
aye, Joseph, what is e." she replied,
in quite another voice than she had been
using to Frances.
1--WE must be going to our homes before
daybreak. II comes in an hour OF so and
we want our prisoner. Our night will be
wholly blank without. We know her for
q Protestant and the daughter Of a peacher.
We will have her served such!
''If Il is matter Of ransom" she said.
kindly, Il take Il on myself that the
Marechal de Montrevel will pay and rea-
sonable sunni I myself"
"It is not a matter OF ransom, mad
ame," answered the man who had been
called Joseph, fercely I'VE have taken
# on us to humble these dogs and sons
OF dogs, these barbets! Have we not per-
mission to use the torture-aye, authority
from the king himself, passing over him
whom you are pleased to call your hus-
band?"
cadets Of the Cross" cried Yvette in a
loud cross, ''Once and for all warn you!
You may call yourselves soldiers all it
please you! But by the faith of a woman
II my husband"
temptuously, "she a Protestant--can be no
mans honest wife-least OF all that of a
marechal Of the good Catholic king of
France, from whom we hold our orders.
Praise to be the holy S?ix, we are not de-
pendent on Monsieur the Marechal de
Montrevel no. nor on any OF his"
'Yes, yes" chimed in some OF the
others, do we not wear the white band in
double across our breasts in token that we
are Of the kings party-the Alliance Of be-
levers? We Cadets Ct the Cross will make
another day Of holy st. Bartholomew, eh,
lads? And as for the Marech9l de Men
trevel be wears no scarf and makes war
with gloves Of kid. who knows en- whi;h
side he is?''
81 have it," said Yvette; wait, will
balk them yet Cadets OF the Cross. are
they? They will make a new st. Bartholo-
news day, will they? Well we'll, and it
pleases them, they will have a well known
victim to try their blades upon. Let US see
II they will dare TO kill mel"
The two girls had been standing all the
while almost under the shadow OF the huge
mast which had been erected as a support
for the carrier cradle to convey messages
and packages to ST. Vsran on the opposite
verge of the valley of the Dourbie. Thick
cables stretched away downward in the
darkness in a grand curve. There was a
little drag rope underneath, which served
the twofold office of summoning the watcher
opposite and of fastening the parcel in the
travelling cradle.
"Here we have It," said Yvette. "This
will suit the purpose. You can await your
fathers return just we'll at Saint Veran.
which Is a Camlsard town, and would give
It's last Genevan psalter for real pastors 8
daughter. You will be out OF the way.
There is some risk, Of course But you
have heard very plainly that I shall not be
ahla n I iutn
the cradle. BY the lord-I mean by the
Holy Virgin of st. Enemie. would that I
had your chances. II could save you other
ways | declare ! would try this way, to
heaven myself. II is as near as Yvette Foy
is ever likely to find herself! Get In,
Frances"
The girl, now thoroughly frightened, clung
about Yvette Foy's neck.
''No-no," she said, IL do not deserve
your love. Get into the cradle and let US
swing you on"
"Oh, l love youl" cried Flower o. the
Corn. "At least l am sorry ever hated
you. You are giving your life for mine--or
the same thing"
''Nonsense, nonsense. child" said Yvette
in loud, harsh voice. "Do as / bid you'll
Are you ready? There!"
She gave a couple of sharp tugs to the
rope. which was Immediately answered from
the other side. and then rapidly looped the
cord about Flower the Corn's body.
Now 1t will not trail. Kiss me-" she
said as tho wicker basket began to move
cumbrously at first, and then with increas
ing smoothness, down the great slope.
The morning was fairly dawning now, bu
slowly. The green of the aurora had, as
usual. blown up into wind laden with
heavy purple clouds, so that as YvettC
kissed Flower o-the-Corn she felt, though
she could not see. the tears upon the CRATE
fnl girls face.
II chanced that the Cadets OF the Cros;
were all gazing with such intentness at thu
place where their prisoner was talking e
Nine. la Mareehal that the great swayini
basket OF wicker work. with it's trail rop'
looped two or three times about IT, hat
passed completely over their heads befor,