The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1904-04-29

IN this miserable intrigue. and delive,
the rest. That is easy. | can open anC
close them again so it cannot be told
MY orders are not to open them"
BY God. o Will" he burst out
With volcanic fury, mo, no: | am toe
not. We can lose them: tell Serigny
they were never found; tell Serisny
carried them off; tell him he never had
them. We can fix a tale"
1t would be a long story. and a lial
must needs have a good memory"
was playing for time, time to think
time to get away
But will go with you ~serigny," he
insisted, tell the lie and make him
to believe. 'Pshaw, man, you know not
the ways of the world, at least not at
the Court OF France"
Think. Jerome, of the war, of our
people in the colonies, of our honor"
Il care not for it ALL" the wild pas-
sion In his voice made me almost fear
him. AL that is as nothing to me
where Celeste is concerned. Oh, Pla-
eide, think Of it. L love her, love her,
love her-do you comprehend what that
means to such q man as |? /, who have
loved her almost from her birth. have
seen her taken from me and sold-yes.
SOLD py her money-loving father, sold,
sold! |. Who have borne all her hus-
bands leers when, flushed with the in
science of rank and wine, this shriveled
bore her as a piece of or
nament to his house in Paris. Can l
bear to lose her now?"
But. Jerome. you would not be such
a coward as to permit our brethren
you tell your pitiful lie to shield a
woman: 1t annot be done. What a
1901 you are come to be. Man, man,
Where is your courage?"
II care not. Love for such a woman
would make of Truth a liar. and of
Jove a fool. Think. Placide, think of
her, Celeste. in the Bastille, the irons
cutting into her delicate hands. those
hands which | have so fondly held
wl1hln my own-the cold o n for her
bed. or. worse: The block. the heads
man n the jeering rabble. Have you
no feeling, man? Suppose there was
some woman whom you loved-a guilty
love, grant-but so strong, so deep.
so oVerpowering, you could not master
II? suppose she We're threatened,
would you not protect her ever if YOU
iost your lie; yea, bartered away your
honor?"
A pale little fearful face thrust t.
self before me as he spoke, and | knew
my own weak heart. 1 confess his
pleading staggered me, and / hesitate
ed. He came closer; all the love and
fear of a strong and desperate man
wove itself into his words.
could you only have seen her two
hours ago when you left her chambers:
nave heard her sobs, felt the tremble
or her heart when she threw herself.
just as when a child she used to do.
u t my arms pleading for protection!
Those dispatches will ruin her. She
calm, so proud, SO brave to all the
world, wept like a terrified baby upon
my breast. Placide. I'd die and go TO
hell to save her. She so cold and pure.
ner very name is a reproach to this
flock of butterfly This woman
loves me, loves me ever though hat
be VIA men call dishonor. BAIL
nate the word. Her father never
sold her heart. No. that was min
forever mine. Had 1 but foreseen this
nave left you rotting in Bertrand's
No, no. Placide. 1 meant
not; I'm not myself; forgive me,
comrade; pity her and pity me-"
vaguely wondered what there could
be In the packet to cause him SO sim
an apprehension. But 1 must
think Of my people n be strong.
denied him once for all. He sprang at
me with the fury of a demon. Being
cooler and stronger. 1 threw him
off easily and reached the door as he
again with his sword. 1t was a
predlcament. l could easily
kill him. Wild with a lovers fear, he
left his front open to my blade, but I'd
enough of death. He paused to
shove a table from his path, which
gave me time to open and slip throuph
The door.
In a ONE he rushed out behind
me, pale and painting. The corridor,
echoed to our flying steps.
on ahead making my way toward
the h0rSaC Mnafjr ~ no0r1o. ~,,+-;l -.
lad to slacken II gait. smile, and con-
;eal the realities of the situation, the
necessity for which he a~pprehended as
quickly as l.
Four horses stood ready, and choos-
.nS the one 1 thought best fitted for a
chase-it was evident we could
not afford to fight it out at Sceaux-
and to fight seemed now his purpose
vaulted lightly into the saddle, and
Jumped the low wall and taken the d.
rect road to Paris.
Practiced horseman as Jerome was,
t took him no time to follow, and his
Joined in the chase.
On, on. we sped. Trees. fences, walls
people all melted into one motley
indistinguishable stream. In the
he speed of our mounts, one of the |
srooms dropping farther and farther
n the rear. The distance between
Jerome and myself, despite his frantic
'elaborings Of his brave steed, grew
greater.
Just before we passed a crooked lane
'f to the left, leading whittier l knew
lot. Jerome turned in his saddle and
'alled to the two grooms now well to
he rear.
That way quick; to the Versailles
Dad. Cut him Off"
The fellows obeyed. refining their
lorses into a swinging lope, as, less
they took the lane Indicated.
Jerome thence rode on after me alone.
The situation vas now becoming awk-
yard. i had acted without cool con-
ideration heretofore. taking the Paris
DAD eat it was the only one /
and trusting thereafter largely
o fortune. Now, as 1 caught occasional
Of the city spires. the towers
# Notre Dame. l must perforce re-
l had no hopes from them.
nhe crazed man behind knew the city
veil, while to me it was a labyrinth Of
litticulty. l had no friends, while he
ounted many. l must act, and that
Had l but known enough to
urn down that lane into the Versailles
Dad | could AVE reached the palace
molestation, thanks to my good
uck In picking the best horse Of the
OF. Thinking Of the lane brought an