Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1905-08-16
D'ri and I
By IRVING BAChELLER
Author Of "Eben Holden" Darrell Of
tho Blessed lsles," Etc.
lODpyEigAs I'm, by Lothrop Publishing Company
CHAPTER XXIV.-CoNr1NUED.

CHAPTER XXIV.-CoNr1NUED.
''War--it is forever war;" said
Therese, when l told her at dinner.
There is to be coaching-party to-
morrow, and we shall miss you, cap
TAIN 80.
Can you not soon return?" said the
baroness.
II fear not" was my answer. 1T Is
to be long campaign"
''Oh, the war! When will it ever
end?" said Louise signing.
when we are all dead," said
Louison.
''Of loneliness?" said the old count,
with smile.
NO: of old age said Louison,
quickly.
When the army goes into Canada
it will so into trouble" said the Comte
de Chaumont, speaking in French.
We shall have to get you out of cap
tivity, captain"
Louise would rescue him." said her
sister. she has influence there"
would pay my ransom:" I in
quired. turning to her.
With my life," said she, solemnly.
Greater love hath no man than this
said the good Pere Jonlin, smiling as
the others laughed.
"And none has greater obligation"
said Louise, blushing with embarrass-
ment. Has he not brought us three
out of captivity"
well, if am taken" said. moth
ing can bring me back unless it be"
"A miracle?" the baroness prompted
as l paused.
Yes; even resurrection" was my
answer. y know what it means for
man to be captured there these days."
Louise sat beside me. and saw
what others failed to notice-her nap
kin stop quickly on its way to her lips,
her hand tighten as it held the white
linen. 1t made me regretful of my
thoughtless answer. but oddly happy
for moment. Then they all be-
sought me for some adventure Of
those old days in the army. l told
them the story Of the wasps, and, when
had finished, our baroness told Of the
trouble it led to-their capture and
Imprisonment.
1T was very strange" said she, in
conclusion. THAT Englishman grew
kinder every day We were there, until
we began to feel at home"
They were all mystifed, but I
thought could understand it. We
had long evening of music, and
babe them all good-by before going to
bed, for they were to be of early.
Well, the morning came clear, and
before was out of bed I heard the
coach-horn, the merry laughter Of
ladies under my window, the prancing
hoofs, and the crack of the whip as
they all went away. 1t surprised me
greatly to find Louise at the breakfast
table when came below-stairs;
shall not try to say how much It
pleased me. She was gowned in pink,
red rose at her bosom. remember
as if it were yesterday, the bright
ness of her big eyes, the glow in her
cheeks, the sweet dignity of her tall,
fine figure when she rose and gave
me her hand.
II did feel sorry, ma'm'selle, that
could not go; but now-now I am
happy" was my remark.
"Oh captain, you are very gallant"
said she, as we took seats. Il was not
in the mood for merrymaking, and
then, am reading book
"a book! May it's covers be the
gates of happiness" I answered.
Eth bien! it is tale Of love- said
she
"Of a man for a woman" inquired.
''Of a lady that loved two knights,
and knew not which the better"
"Is it possible and-and reasonable? ~
80 as-well, as God plans them"
quite possible said she, 'for in
such thing as love who knows what
what may happen?'
Except he have wide experience, y
answered.
"And have Gods eyes," said she.
Let me tell you. They were both hand
some, brave, splendid, Of course, but
there was a difference: the one had
more perfect beauty Of form and face
the other a nobler SOUL"
"And which will she favor?''
"Alas! l have not read, and do not
know her enough to judge" was the
answer; "but shall hate her If she
does not take him with the better
SOUL
"And why?" could hear my heart
beating.
Love is not love unless it be" She
paused, thinking. "Dieu! from soul to
scul,' she added feelingly.
She was looking down, a white, tap
cred finger stirring the red petals OF
the rose. Then she spoke in a low
sweet tone that trembled with holy
feeling and cut me like sword Of
the spirit going to its very hilt in my
soul.
"L<:ve looks to what is NOBLE" said
she, 'or 1t is vain-it is wicked; II
fails: it dies in a day, like the rose
True love, that is forever"
what If it be hopeless?" whis
pered.~
"Ah! then it is very bitter" sale
size, her voice diminishing. 1T ma,
kill the body, but-but< love does mo-
die. When it comes"
There was q breath Of silence tina
had in it strange harmony not of this
world.
"'When it comes'?" whispered.
you see the coming Of great king,
said she, looking down thoughtfully
her chin upon her hand.
"And all people bow their heads,