The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1904-06-10

h1lOW ZIG WlllLI6s LIZ III AASAS LIN
read it to me. My hands are So
She held up two small white hands
dabbled in the dirt.
Perhaps some invitation to q court
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 1t
open. lie began straightway to read,
my lady on tip-toe behind him read
ing over his shoulder, and holding her
contaminated hands way from his
first. then as he seemed to finish, lie
stood a pace apart from my lady and
cad again. There was murder in his
face-yet SO white and quiet.
He threw down the note and ground
1t into the soft earth beneath his heel.
Then he caught my lady firmly by both
ker shoulders and held her fast, at full
arms length, gazing steadily int her
face.
God in heaven" as jacques said to
me; Master, what eyes has h a Chew
alier de la Mora! No man could lie to
him with those eyes reading What Il
fellow thought jacques could not
make himself to leave; he stood rigid
n watched.
well, Madame?"
She tried to laugh, but her hus-
bands face forbade that this could be
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
a his face stern and reSolute, eyes
a-glitter. and mouth drawn in tense.
determined lines. A most dangerous
man.
Why, Charles. what is the natter"
When did you meet him at Sceaux?.
What did you dog"
Meet who?'
Don't lie to me, M I am in no
mood for subterfuge."
She besought him with one frighter-
ed look, step onward to him as II
for protection. which he repelled; then
she looked as though she might weep.
Neither do you weep. Tell me how
many notes like this have you re-
ceived?"
Like what. 1 could not read it,
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
it to her, n regarded her face intent
ly as h read it.
Read this. MADAME, and see how
careless you have BEEN
And my lady read the note; she. too,
read it again, the first reading not SUI
fcing her to understand. Then h
looked at her husband with great wide
quiet as he.
'Truly, Charles, I know nothing OF
this"
1T was always said, Madame. al
Sceaux, you could take the stage and
play the parts of distressed and vir-
tuous damosels," he answered her.
coldly curling his lip.
sHTa11 mo Madame az Won value vOur
soul, what is this Captain de Mouret to
you?"
.As + value my SOUL" my lady an
swered him direct and steadily, look
ing straight into his eyes, her w
hands folded across her heaving breast.
"As I value ~ soul, Charles, I know
nothing Of him."
What does he near When he says
here I was hasty and too impulsive
when we parted in the chapel at
Sceaux'?"
Upon my honor. Charles. 1 do not
know. I 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
or fear. The Chevalier turned and
caught sight Of jacques. for 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
followed it up religiously. According
to his account of it, the Chevalier
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?"
cat his quarters"
ITO whom did he say you should de-
liver it?"
ITO Madame Agnes de la Mora"
The chevalier stopped, picked up the
envelope, and re-read the superscrip-
ton, handing it over to my lady Who
took it 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. 1
was to await him upon the Shore"
.At what hour?"
None vas named. my lord; he said
1t would be late, perchance."
Verify, as jacques told it 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
peal your reply to this gentle captain?
For by my faith. Madame, you require
a more careful go-between than this,
one more discreet and less glib Of
tongue"
"Charles. upon my ---.ot, l know
nothing Of ali +tls, L have never seen
NC G.nto,1lue Mouret."
lie looked as il he did not hear 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.
81 bear your message for you. Ma
dame; verify, I am honored."
My lady neither screamed nor faint
cd during his questioning of Jacques;
she stood and listened as one daxed,
or who but dimly understood. The
chevalier STROBE out sword in hand.
For shame. Charles she called to
him calmly enough, though she was
deadly pale. here is some wretched