Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1903-03-14

her breath. But aloud she said. patting
'Flower-o' the-Corn's delicately round arm
on which her hand was lying. "Ah, one
day you will change-one day, my dear!
There is a ship coming to you over the sea.
The sails Of it are samile and the masts
pure gold, as the old story tells, and its
burden is love-loveIove!
Il suppose love for woman said Fran
ces. looking at her winsomely under her
eyelashes, ''since you fright me such dread
full things of men,"
She sighed.
Eyes, they have been very kind to me
and have not always been very kind to
them"
THAT is the safest way to bind a man
to you." said the voice of experience, Ito
be at the first little unkind.''
Yvette thought little and then added,
"Afterward not-they tire of it sooner than
the other
Then catching little fear on the flushing
face Of Frances Wildwood, Yvette put her
hand tenderly about the girls neck. "You
need not fear, little one, with such face
as yours and those great fatal eyes-love
will come to you fresh every morning
across the years, be you kind or be you I'M
kind!'
A figure passed across the Grande place
going in the direction of the Auberge of
the bon Chretien.''
Who is that?' said Flower-o'-
quickly, for certain martial swing was
asserting itself even through the blue
blouse, the corduroy breeches and hooded
cape Of Pierre the WAGNER.
Yvette patted her cheek again.
"Ah, dearest" she said, most caressingly,
'you cannot expect your ship to come to
anchor up here among these wild hills.
That Is but Pierre, the wagner from Flan-
ders, he whose barrels were ransacked the
other night by our good, honest friends of
this Protestant village"
1.-THE same who brought the dispatches
and the cannon?'' said Frances II was
there-out on the Causes that night. He
he has never thanked me for saving his
life. I should like to see him again."
Better, perhaps, that you should not"
said Yvette, in a low tone.
And why7" cried Frances, with kind
of catch in her voice.
There are things which 1t is not fitting
for a girl to hear" said Yvette, still with
her eyes upon the ground. Remember, I
F1ower-o'- he-Corn turned instantly upon
Yvette Foy and held her tightly by the
wrist looking into her face.
you must tell me now" she said, ear
men speak to men. He came once and my
father babe him return. He will return.
Why, then should not speak with him."
The dark girl looked every way about.
ut Is not safe to speak out here" she
murmured. Come to my room and will
tell you"
Really she only meant to gain time. She
must fatally ths m and tn
this end she had made certain arrange
ments.
There was private entrance to the Tenn
plar'e house, by means of a low door In g.
little side street leading into circular
tower in which was stair. By this the
girls presently assembled.
At one point there was little spyhole,
through the inner wall, which gave imme-
diately into the stable. Before this Yvette
stopped.
Suddenly she clapped her hands lightly
together. This had fallen out beyond her
expectation Seeing and believing being
one, there was the less need Of explana-
tory speech.
"Look-lookl" she whispered eagerly to
Flower-o' -the-Corn.
With something that made her ashamed
in her heart, yet for the present with no
power to resist, Frances looked. There,
Immediately beneath were-not Pierre, the
WAGNER as she had expected, but-the two
strangers whom she had seen at the taking
of the wagons out on the moonlit plain-a
man and woman. They were engaged in
brushing and refoading military suit of
clothes 1t was to all appearance the same
which Billy Marshall had saved with jeal-
GUS care out of the sack of the kings wag-
ons, and the pair did their work as If well
accustomed to the task.
''See" said Yvette Foy, with deep kind
of silent triumph, there, all unexpectedly.
is the proof of what brought you here to
tell you. The man who owns that comes
among us poor Cevennois as traitor!
With the quick eye of one who has lived
all her life among soldiers, Frances saw
swiftly folded and put away, constituted
an officers uniform of the Maison du Roi,
of kings guard Of the French army.
(To be continued)