Twice-a-week plain dealer. (Cresco, Howard County, Iowa) 1895-1913, 1904-02-19

winter, II. i deed, it be not for - er
dwelling. l. cannot take you now to
the English settlements, since must
back to the governor with the
news. Yet dull enough you would ind
these Dutch of the Hudson, and worse
yet the blue-nosed psalmodists Of New
England. Much better for you and
your good lady are the gayer capitals
Of New France. or Ia belle France It.
self, that older France. Monsieur,
how Infinitely more At for . gentle
man Of spirit is France than your dull
England and its Dutch kingir Either
New France or Old France, let me adj
wise you; and a. to that new west, let
me counsel that you wait until after
the big peace. And. in speaking, your
friend, Du Mesne, your lieutenant, the
coureur-his fate, suppose, one need
not ask. He was killed-where!"
Law recounted tho division Of his
party Just previous to the IroQuois At
tack, and added his concern lest Du
Mesne should return to the former sta
ton during the spring and md but its
ruins, with no news OF the fate Of his
friends.
"Oh, as to that-'twould be but the
old story Of the voyageurs." said jon
caire. They are used enough to Jour
neying thousand miles or 50, to ind
the trail end in heap Of ashes, and
to the tune Of scalp dance. Fear not
for your lieutenant. for. bslfeve me, 10
has Tended for himself II there has
been need. Yet would warrant you,
now that this word for the peace has
gone out. We shall ses your. ffisnd Du
Mesne as big - life ct the Mountain
next summer, knowing - much % your
history g you yourself do. and cutie
counting Upon meeting you With u o.
the st. Lawrence. and madame e well.
AS to that. methinks madame will Do
better with US on the ST. Lawreneo
than on the savage Messasebe. We
have none too many danes among al.
and need not state, what monsieur's
eyes have told him every morning
that fairer never set foot from shin
from over seas. Witness my lieutenant
yonder. Raoul de Ligny! He "a thus
soon all devotion! Mother Of God!
but we are well met here, IN this
wilderness, among the savagss. VOLTA.
monsieur: We take you again captive,
and It's madame enslavos u ALL" $
There had indeed ensued conversa.
ton between the young French ofacef
above named and Mary Connynge:
yet prompt as might have been the
former with gallant attentions to 50
fair captive. 1t could not have been
said that he was allowed the first adj
yances. Mary Connynge. even after q
month OF starving foot travel and an.
other month of anxiety At the Iroquois
villages. had lost neither her rounded
body, her brilliance Of eye and color,
nor her subtle magnetism Of PERSONAL
ity. 1t had taken stronger head than
that Of Raoul de Ligny to Withstand
even her slight request. How, then.
as to Mary Connynge supplicatins. en-
treating. craving Of him protection?
"Ah. you brave Frenchmen." said
she to De Ligny. advancing to him as
he stood apart, twisting his mustaches
and not unmindful Of this very posi-.
bility Of conversation with the cap
tive. "You brave Frenchmen, how can
we thank you for our salvation? Il
was al so horrible!"
st 10 our duty to save all. madame"
reJoined De Ligny; ''our. happiness UNI
speakable to save such - madame.
I swear by my sword. L had AZ soon
expected to md an angel with the Iro-
quois as 70 meet there madame! Que
bec-all Quebec has told mo Who
madame was and IL. And am your
slave"
"Oh, sir, could you but mean that"
and there was turned upon him the
full power Of gaze which few men
had ever been able to Withstand. Tho
blood Of Dc Ligny tingled a. he bowed
and replied. 80 u
III madame could but demand one
proof"
Mary connynge stepped closer to
him. "Hush!" she said. "Spsak low!
Do not let It seem that we are inter-
ested. Keep your own counsel. Can
you do this7"
The eyes Of the young omcer
cleaned. He was bold enough to rs-
spond. This his temptress noted.
He nodded.
"You see that man-the tail one.
John Law? Listen! It is from him I
ask you to save me. Oh, sir. there ls
my captivity"
What! Your husband?"
"He 10 not my husband"
"Mais-a thousand pardens. The
ch,ld-your pardon"
"Pish! IT'S the child Of an Indian
woman"
"oh!" The blood again came to the
young gallant's forehead.
Listen, tell you! l. have been
scarce better than prisoner In the
mans hands. He has abused me,
threatened me, would have beaten
me- 49, M
Observation-Disclosures"
Tis true. We have been. far In
the west. and I could not escape. Good
Providence has now thought my re-
cue-and you, monsieur! Oh! tell me
+. that 1t has brought me safety, and also
friend-that it has brought me you!"
With every pulse a-tinEle. every vain
afire. what could the young gallant
do? What but yield, but promise, but
swear, but rage?
Hush" said Mary Connynge, her
own ovou oloe rnir~ UyIy> az w. etc.,