Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1903-04-18

which alone I ask for. The proof that
would in week undo all this mischief and
bring back peace and quiet to those dis
tracted provinces
THE faith-the faithr said Cavalier, as
II desperately reminding himself Of some
thing he must not forget.
Very well. Them said Yvette Foy. you
have refused the only thing I have ever
thousand proofs of love when you refuse
even one! I bid you good night"
All" said Jean Cavalier. turning dis
tractedly away and gripping at the table.
you know not what you ask!'
To let him think out his thought and feel
the pain bite in she turned and played with
the lamp. She made some pretense as that
tortoisesheH pin had dropped from her
hair and bent to look for it upon the
ground
In an instant Jean Cavalier was once
more on his knees again in front of her.
Smilingly she laid her hand upon the
young mans chin as II he had been child
1t was, almost superfuously. clean-shaven.
She turned his face up to hers.
JEAN" she said. Jean Cavalier" and
her voice took on the soft. thrOaty con-
tralto cooling Of dove to its mate, well
do you know that even If love you may
not say so. But do this for me-meet the
Marechal at Nismes or where you WILL
You will receive commission. I promise
you that. or you may return If you will
These men will follow you anywhere. The
antee the free exercise of their religion.
Do this, and-I will do for you the thing
you ask of me-"
"Come-tell me that you willr' she cried.
swaying him with her eyes, which never
left his face; tonight you must answer
me. Not for long can avert the storm
that Is about to break the anger of the
king. Were 1t not for Eugene lie Gracieuse
l could not have done 1t so long. But now
the horsemen have set themselves in array
at the gate, while we on the mountains Gas
well you know are but as men that walk
naked and barefoot among the thorns."
THE Lord is with usr' answered Jean
Cavalier, but not confidently.
Are you sure-are you sure?' said
fvette In low. thrilling whisper; rs He
still with your
The face of the young man was suddenly
contorted as with the spasm Of a great
agony. Sobs mightier than the weeping of
women over the slain shook him from head
to foot. Yvette approached her lamplit
ment and witchery and the joy Of life She
took him with the attraction of denial
the strongest weapon of such a woman
The perfumed braids of her hair breaking
loose crisped in rings and tendrils about
her neck.
The young mans head fell forward.
"Ah.' he cried. with a sudden f1erceness,
you are to me as the fair women Of Moab,
the javelin or Phineas. the son of Eleazer,
the son of Aaron, the high priest!'
Yet I love thee, Yvette! Heaven be my
help, l cannot choose but love thee And
my punishment is that the Lord hath de-
parted from mev'
Then Yvette Foy bent and laid her lips.
which were scarlet as the flowers of sin.
crimson as sunset red, and sweet as stolen
waters, upon the lips Of the young prophet
of the Chevennes.
You have promised" she said. "you
will come with me to the marshal and
make the peace of this poor folk with the
king!'
kiss me once again and I will come
yea, though hell open for me her gatesr'
said Jean Cavalier.
And for the second time Yvette Foy
kissed him. Yet within Jean Cavalier the
heat was heavy as the burden of the des-
ert OF the sea, when the whirlwinds from
the south pass through from the desert.
from land great and terrible, where no
COO was nor any man had come.
(To be continued