The Spokane press. [volume] (Spokane, Wash.) 1902-1939, 1905-09-22
Inc Love of tn Cavalier"
"HE LOVED NETT IS FALSE
Gained by Noble Lady and Peasant
Maid, a Shipwreck Revealed His
Choice.

(CODyTlSnJ, lJUo, ny IhC ANS"oP"pNA
Enterprise Association
In the pink flush of an autumn
sunset two women turned their
horses heads into the courtyard or
the Flagon inn. One rode a stout
gray Belgian, one slender bay
mare. The gray was breathing
easily, having cantered just far
enough to get his second wind; the
bay mare painted convulsively, her
distended nostrils showing bright
crimson even in the glow from the
western sky; the foam-fakes hung
on her lips and blood dropped from
cruel spur wounds in her flank.
The two women dismounted with
a glance at each other. The rider OF
the gray was a red-cheeked, dark
eyed young woman in fiery scar
let cloak. The reckless mistress
of the thoroughbred was slight and
girlish looking, with a skin as
duskily white as ivory, through
which the veins of brow and eyelid
showed tender blue.
The patrician was the first to
speak. She addressed the ostler:
"You had a storm here last
night?"
Great foreign ship went on the
rocks below" he answered, hitch
ing up the brides onto his shoulder
and patting the bay, land all her
folk were drowned save one-a
most queer soul, a most queer
SOUL"
The woman in the scarlet cloak
came hastily within less equivocal
earshot.
GAY, a most queer SOUL reiter-
ated the ostler, evidently well sat
isfied with his phrase. "a cavalier
very richly dressed, and with much
moneys in the belt around her
waist"
One of the women threw back
her fur-lined coat from her throat,
as though it choked her.
The country girl stepped forward
and laid her hand upon the ostler's
arm.
WAS he hurt?" she faltered, with
dry lips.
GAY" admitted the ostler with a
sort of relish; knocked sore
against the rocks, was he. Wanders
in his head, they say. | helped to
carry him in. A fine big sould he
was, too"
The two women crossed the
courtyard side by side. each alb
sorbed in her own thoughts.
"A fair good-day, Mistress Joce
lyn," said the host of the Flagor
cheerily to the scarlet cloak; "youl
servant, madam" to the little figure
in it's furs and jewels. Does YOU
ladyship desire lodging at the
Flagon?"
Look we'll to the mare" com
manded the person, addressed
checking the flow of Master Leigh''
chatter.
What brings thee over here
, Mistress Joselyn?"
, The innkeeper had recourse t.
3 his plebeian visitor.
a my father heard of the wrecl
r and feared it might be the Olive
: branch, in which he hath larg
( share" was Mistress Jocelyn's eA
l. PLANTATION, delivered with no
+ cheeks and downcast eyes.
t Heaven be thanked, no; only
+ great foreign ship" Master Leigl
l. remarked periodically.
l. "And all on board were drown
ed?" hazarded Jocelyn, not choos
II ing to betray her information I
d the contrary.
r "Alack! all save one, and h
G blind, so that, as one might say, h
l. was the least worth saving. Snow
5 white hair, he hath. Come In
4. some supper and thou shalt kno'
e ALL"
it When next the two women me
e the Flagon inn was shrouded
If darkness and silence, save for til
& sough of the wind at it's many cas-
e ments and the distant murmur I
c. the sea- In the pitchy darkness
Of the wide landing one laid hand {
'e the others, and each started bao
T. in noiseless dismay. But each W;
to convinced that the encounter W;
imaginary, and so passed on in d
lg ferent directions on the same queS
he The patrician, having cool
to head, a quicker ear and a shrewd
IN instinct, found her way to tn
nd common goal with comparati
in ease and rapidity. Nevertheless
the peasant, pausing at last to !
ce connoitre, was hard upon milad
tie unconscious heels. Both had be