Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1904-03-26

fered but a single scream Of swift at
fright to leave her lips. From the un-
hooded lanthorn burst out a spreading
yellow glow. Her scream awoke me
my own unlocked tongue OF terror
came Its answer. I Joined my voice to
hers, defed the hush Of slumbering
centuries and filed that quaking room
with q perfect deluge OF reverberaung
shrieks. Many others. men, with
cloaks, some having lights, some none.
rushed In behind the From
that time knew nothing.
I awakened from a dreamy languor;
a subtle essence Of perfume ioated
through my lenses. A gentle touch OF
some kindly hand was bathing my
temples. Fearful lest this sweet flu
sion vanish with the others, / kept my
eyes firmly closed, and soon abandoned
myself wholly to the subduing influ-
ences- Of natural m
HAS he stirred, Florine?"
mo, monsieur. but his G is cooler
now-he sleeps, hush! Perhaps an
other day he will be better. How he
raved through the night. Poor, young
gentleman, he quite exhausted him
self"
"Ah, well, F~lorine, he is young, and
with such nurses as thou and Nam
Ilttlt lie Will VI IL SURETY CSONCls
/ turned my head and smiled a feeble
recognition OF Jerome and Florine. The
other woman l had never seen; she
was much older than FloTine and had
a kind, motherly face.
What day is IT."
THE morning of Sunday"
1t was Wednesday night when Jer
ONE and 1 went to the ball.
/ looked about me. The lodgings
u.arn fhnca I hnd taLan Of tho AICtrian
Arms, yet much changed in little
things. The vase OF flowers there in
the window, the neat-swept hearth,
the cheerful fire. and that indefinable
something which gives a touch Of
womanliness to a room. Florine, per-
haps.
Ugh! I I'm so glad to be here" and
prison and suffering.
Poor dear" said the older woman In
a voice full of sympathy, don't worry;
you are in comfort now, and will soon
be strong again."
Am l wounded in any wiser" I in
quired, for l Knew not the II Of
my coming there.
mo, no, my lad" broke in Jerome's
hearty reinsurance, mot a bit, just worn
and starved out. Truly, boy, you had
q rough adventure. BY DDS blood.
I'd hate to have the like! Has he ia
ken any foo Florine?
Nothing but the wine, and a sup or
two OF broth. Here is something for
him now" and she brought me a most
tempting array Of soup, hot viands and
victuals of which I feared to eat as l
desired.
Though Florine and Jerome would
not permit me to disturb myself with
vain conversation, yet by dint Of ques-
tons and listening when they talked
apart, thinking j slept, l found how 1t
all came about. 1t seems Florine saw
and recognized me when 1 returned to
the gaming room, having left Madame
la PrinCesse. She knew too. in some
way which / did not learn, that neither
Broussard nor / had left B~ertrand's
that night. This, though the provosts
men had been searching the city for us
both. She kept her knowledge to her
self. When the turbulence Gained
down somewhat and sentries were
placed to guard the house, she occupied
herself in slipping about looking for
my hiding place. 1t took but a little
while for her. familiar as she was with
the house, to find the DON where
Broussard and / had taken refuge.
Listening at the door she heard our
angry voices and the scuffle within.
This may have been when l was Chok-
ing him. Horrible! horrible!
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