Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1904-06-11
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Copyright 1895

know the writing. Do come here an
read 1t to me. My hands are So
She held up two small white hands
dabbled in the dirt.
Perhaps some invitation to a cour
ball. Well go, Ell, Agnes"
He came like the fine, strong gen
tleman he was, across the garden, talk,
ing the note from her and tearing 1
open. He began straightway to read
my lady on tip-toe behind him read
Ing over his shoulder, and holding he
Illuminated hands away from hi
coat His face grew puzzled at TIL,
first, then as he seemed to finish, IA,
stood a pace apart from my lady enc
read again. There was murder in hi
face-yet SO white and quiet.
He threw down the note and grounC
1t into the soft earth beneath his heel
Then he caught my lady firmly by boil
her shoulders n held her fast. at full
arms length, gazing steadily into he
face.
God In heaven" as Jacques said t.
me; Master, what eyes has that Chev'
alier de la Mora! No man could lie t
him with those eyes reading what {
fellow thought" Jacques could no
make himself to leave; he stood rigid
and watched.
We'll, Madame?"
"She tried to laugh, but her hus.
DdIlu y lace IOTDdle tndl lnlS COulu Dt
a spark OF lovers play.
We'll, Madame?"
"Why, Charles, what is the matter
with you, you behave so strangely
The Chevalier had grown an Older
man, his face stern and ~resolute, eyes
a-glitter, and mouth drawn in tense
determined lines. A most dangerous
why, Charles, what is the natter
"Whpn did Won meet him at ScpanSt
What did you do?"
Meet who?'
Don't lie to me, l am in nc
mood for subterfuge."
She besought him with one frighten-
ed look, one step forward to him as II
for protection. which he repealed; then
she looked as though she might weep
Neither do you weep. Tell me how
many notes like this have o re-
Ceived?'
Like what? I could not read 1t,
you held it so high" she sobbed.
The Chevalier stopped down, picked
UP the crumpled paper from the earth,
and smoothed it out. He then handed
1t to her, and regarded her face intent
ly as she read 1t.
Read this, Madame, and see how
careless you have BEEN"
And my lady read the note; she, too,
read 1t again, the first reading not suf-
flcing her to understand. Then she
looked at her husband with great wide
open eyes; she was now calm, and as
quiet as he.
Truly, Charles, I know nothing Of
this"
1T was always said, Madame, at
SceauX, you could AXE the stage and
play the parts Of distressed and vir-
tuous damosels," he answered her,
coldly curling his lip.
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soul, what is this Captain de Mouret to
your"
A 1 value my SOUL" my lady an
swered him direct and steadily, look
ing straight into his eyes, her own
hands folded across her heaving breast.
A | value my soul, Charles, l know
nothing of him."
here 1 was nasty ana too impulsive
When we parted In the chapel at
SceauX'?"
Upon my honor, Charles, I do not
know: l never saw the man in all my
life-to know him."
Upon your honor" the Chevalier
repeated.
And my lady's cheek flushed fire.
But her form Strengthened up, and her
eyes met his unflinching, without guilt
or fear. The Chevalier turned and
Caught SlBuI VI IOT the lOut,
according to his story, had grown to
the spot as firm as one Of the oaks.
Here, you fellow, come here, come
here"
And jacques dared not disobey him.
Here, fellow, how many notes like
this have you brought to my wife ?"
only that one, my lord" Jacques
started in by telling the truth, and he
followed it up religiously. According
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looked at him straight through and
through until he dared not tell a lie.
Mind that you tell me the truth.
Who gave you this note?"
Captain de Mouret."
"When?"
Last night"
"Where?"
ITO whom did he say you should de-
liver IT,"
ITO Madame Agnes de la Mora"
The chevalier stopped, picked up the
envelope, n re-read the superscrip-
ton, handing it over to my lady, who
took 1t unseeing.
Did he expect a reply?"
Eyes, my lord"
And where did he say bring it?"
Bring it to him when he returned
from across the bay this afternoon. /
was to await him upon the Shore"
"At what hour?"
None was named, my lord; he said
1t would be late, percbance."
Verify, as Jacques told 1t me, he
must have drained the stupid fellow
dry.
Then the chevalier turned to my
lady with the utmost courtesy:
What say you, Madame, shall I
bear your reply to this gentle captain?
For by my faith, Madame, you require
a more careful go-between than this,
one more discreet n less glib of
tongue"
Charles, upon my honor, I know
nothing of all this; I have never seen
this Captain de Mouret."
He looked as if he did not heal her.
He glanced at the sun, full two hours
high, drew his sword and started to
leave the garden.
He paused to doff his cap, and say,
Il bear your message for you, Ma
dame; verify, / am honored."
My lady neither screamed nor faint
ed during has questioning OF jacques;
she stood and listened as one da zed,
or who but dimly understood. The
chevalier strobe out sword in hand.
FOL shame, Charles" she called to
him calmly enough, though she was
deadly pale, here is some wretched
Yes, there does appear to have been
a mistaken the delivery of this
precious billet. I will speedily make
that right"
Charles, Charles!"
He turned. Her bearing was full as
proud as his. He looked from the wo-
man to the paper in his hand.
We'll, If you know not this man.
then he has wantonly insulted you. /
shall await this Captain de Mouret
by the water. and there l shall know
the truth. He shall explain what means
this pretty letter to my wife"
Jacques watched her proudly erect
inquire enter the door. He saw her
sway a moment in INDIGESTION, then sink
beside the bed to pray. She come