Omaha daily bee., 1903-03-15

hearts-all. that is-or nearly all.
Her fathers lodgings were las we know
in one of the old overs which overlooked
the Templar gates. Opposite to them in
the corresponding tower which completes
the other wall lived Jean Cavalier, all alone,
as a prophet should.
But for all that there was much coming
and going between the two towers of the
gateway. For Patrick Wildwood, though
making DO professions to be a prophet, WIS
rapidly obtaining a spiritual influence over
the Camisards of the Causes second only
to that Of Jean Cavalier himself.
Meanwhile Flower-o'-th the Corn. went her
ways from door to door, not as a duty, but
because she genuinely loved all people of
every rank, and was interested in their af-
fairs. 1t was thus that she had entered the
household OF one Joseph Moreau, IN old
soldier like Foy, the innkeeper, and a
former companion Of his in the regiment of
grenadiers. Like Foy, this man had been
touched Will the strong teaching of obedi-
ence to impulse contained in the teaching
of the Camisards. But, unlike Foy, he had
come to the village of La Cavalerie to
marry, and had there espoused a young girl
still in her teens" The little white
wrapped figure was their first child, born
but a day or two before. and already waited
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found the great world some deal too rough.
Frances Wellwood's pity for the forlorn
child-mother showed readily in her eyes.
1t was that, more than the act Of carrying
the babe to the tomb, that bound these two
to her.
These two women had never met till the
morning after the day OF Maurice's arrival
in the m The little town of La Cava-
lerie was not at that time so closely shut
up as to prevent a daily market being still
held in the little square. 1t was there after
the daily service among the white-capped
vendors OF fowls and vegetables that Yvette
Foy for the first time encountered Frances
Wildwood face to face and held speech with
her.
1t was not often that Yvette betook
herself thither, either to kirk or market.
For the most part she left the provend-
ering Of the bon Chretien" TO her father
sad the kitchen servants. But on this
occasion she had deigned to accompany her
father to the church for an early service,
in order as she said to hear whether this
new preacher from Geneva had more to
say for himself than their own prophets
who rambled among the texts OF scripture
like unbroken colts in a field OF clover.
But Yvette Foy's chief desire in visit
ing the church at an hour so unusual was
to take up a position in the vicinity OF
Flower-o'-the-Cor and study her rival as
attentively as might be without drawing
attention upon herself.
This she managed to carry out without
dificultX.
The Camisard church OF La Cavalerie was
a plain, oblong building, dating from the
old wars Of religion in the middle OF the
sixteenth century. There was then no
reserving the places. Each brought his
own folding chair or, in most cases knelt
upon the cold floor in time Of prayer,
and stood like soldiers at attention during
sermon.
At the first glance Yvette had noted
where Flower-o'-the Corn had placed her
self, which as was usual with her. was
Immediately beneath her father, For the
old man. wrapt in some great meditation
Of his own, occasionally needed TO be re-
minded where he was and what was ex-
pected OF him. On more than one ooea-
sion he had given out his text, and then
standing a moment to collect his thoughts
had gradually become so entranced by the
noble thoughts which the words Of scrip
turs suggested to him. that he had forth