Omaha daily bee., 1903-03-22

again. Yes, knew his name. He was well
known about the camp OF Namur, being
secretary to my Lord Marlborough
well. his ~name-what was it7' de-
manded Yvette. who in a love affair liked
to get to the root Of the matter quickly.
His name was-that is, he was called,
so they told me flor indeed I never spoke
to him again. Captain Maurice Raith Of his
excellency's stan"
HE was ha~ndsome?'
"of a handsomeness-yes!" said Flower
o~'-the-Corn, curling her lip with an elabo-
ration Of carelessness.
"A-h-h!" said Yvette. very softly to her
self. "he was handsome. was he-o; his
excellency's stan? His lame, Captain
Maurice Raith. All, captain-my retty
captain II l do not hold you now in tho
hollow OF my hand-crack thy whip, good
master wagoner! For, II so it prove, the
thing that | desire is mine own already, or
I shall know the reason why!"
The defences Of the village we're now APP
preaching a state OF completion. La
Cavalier was now the chiefest and the
safest Of all the strengths Of the Camisards.
But already victual and forage were at a
perilously low ebb in case Of a sudden at
tack. A foray was necessary. The point OF
attack and the leader must be decided upon.
AS to the latter there could be little
question. The Camisards would follow Jean
Cavalier, and no other man, so long as he
remained among them. Had he not been
uniformly successful? Was his name not
a bugbear and terror from Nantsur- Dourbie
to the Pont-du-Guarde Beaucaire? Rolard
Characterization were good men
and true prophets, but no one Of them APP
preached Jean Cavalier in the power over
men which makes command easy and nat
ural. Furthermore, the Lord was evidently
with him. He prophesied but seldom, but
when he did the thing happened. Not once
nor twice was it so, but always. Which
repute naturally made him careful Of his
words, and a judicious silence passed
equally for wisdom.
As for Pierre the WAGNER, he found 1t
somewhat dificult to put in the hours Of
his stay at La Cavalerie. He watched
every movement Of Flower-o'the-C Corn. He
saw her convoy her father out in the morn
ing, and, wrapping his cloak about him,
was at the door of the little temple before
her. But Frances was leaning upon Pat
rick Wellwood's arm, and looking up in his
face. But neither his presence nor the d.
IeCllOu Ol MS eyes tSChptu lH6 uOllCt VI lu6
Demoiselle Yvette Foy who made her en-
trance a little later.
When Frances came out, it was with
grinding Of teeth that Pierre the wagner
watched her leave her fathers arm to en-
counter Yvette, and noted the increasing
friendliness Of the two girls which (when
one thinks OF III was after all the most
natural thing in the world.
Maurice continued to pace the narrow,
malodorous streets, till he was foot-sore.
Also he had strained his neck, craning 1t
upward to look into the windows Of the
auberge.
From a topmost tower window Of the
Templar's house a pretty, spiteful face re-
garded him as he stood grinding the limo
cent paving stones beneath his heels and
chewing the bitter cud of his disappoint-
ment.
"Ah." murmured the voice, with a low,
soft thrill Of scorn, Flower o'-t Corn.
did you call her? A pretty MAZDA pretty
namely my faith both fulsome and pretty.
But such flowers are not for you, my wag-
oner gentleman! Thistles-plain thistles
shall be your diet. Plain, green, purple
topped thistles with ragged leaves, cropped
on an empty belly by the roadside, your
long ears fap-iapping in the wind that
frets every ass on the common and every
Tom-fool on the earth they call Gods!
Such. II Yvette Foy can arrange it, shall
be your portion!"