The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1905-05-25

lady Margery, and just behind he:
some broad figure of a woman whom
knew for her stout Norman firing
maid.
She gave me little time for any wore
of welcome or of depreciation. While
still l stood amazed she dragged tht
woman in with her and closed the door
At that | found my tongue.
"Margery! Why have you Gomez
l spoke in French. and she was quick
to lay a finger on her lip.
Speak to me in English, If you
please" she whispered. Jeanne knows
nothing, and she need not know. But
you ask why l come: could I do less
than come, dear friend?'
| had always marveled that she could
be so hooking hard at times, n at
other times--as now-so soft and gem
tie. And though 1 thought it cruel
that L should have to fight my battle
for the losing of her over again 1 had
not the heart to chide her.
You could have done much less,
dear lady l said. taking her hands in
mine; much less, and still be blame
less. You have done toO much for me
already. l would you had not done so
much, [ would to God l had been
hanged before you went upon your
knees to that"
She freed one hand n laid a finger
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I took a dying mans fair cav and
kissed it softly, L think she knew it
not.
'Hush!" she commanded. rs this
Q me to harbor bitter thoughts? l
fought you might have other things to
say to me, Monsieur john"
There is not other thing that 1 may
say"
Not anything at all?"
"NotIphf hut q ~ rtIro bona fNS ~,
I hope o will be true and loyal to
yourself, Margery mia"
To myself? I do not understand"
Il think you dol think you must"
But I do not"
I turned it over more than once In
my mind If I should tell her all 1 had
feared; should tell her how came
to kill a man n was fair set to kill
another had l found a wedding afoot
in the great forenoon. l could not
bring myself to do 1t, n yet 1 thought
1t would go hard with me II l should
leave her still unwarned.
'If I should try to make you I'M
d~erstand. you will be angry, as you
were before"
The wicker chai was close beside
the table and she sat down. And when
she spoke she had her hands tight
clasped across her knee and would not
look at me.
rs it-about-Sir Francis?"
1T Is" said l, pausing once more
Upon the brink Of full confession.
She waited patiently for me to speak
further; waited and let me fight it out
in slow pacings up n down before her
chair. Without, the night was calm
and still, and through the opened case
lnent came the measured beat of foot
falls on the gravel where the outer
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window. Within, the single candle
battled feebly with the gloom
lighted naught for me save my dear
face, pensive now and sanity
sweet as 1t had been hat morning
when I had dwelt upon it and the hile
she knew it not. And in the back
ground stood the sleepy tire-woman,
no sign OF life save now and
then a tortured yaWn behind her hand.
1 think my lady must have known
hard it was for me to speak. for.
the silence had grown overlong.
she said gently: Il bought these fly
ing minutes of the sentry, Monsieur
John. Will you not use them?"
"If 1 should say the thing 1 ought
bought, I fear.
your mind
l tCl LIZ ~ Sou oclll " L d. |
Matthieu.'
The light was dim, as I have said,
yet I could see the faint flush spread
rom neck to cheek.
You are not OF the church, Mon
eur John. You would not understand
I should tell you
Il think 1 understand without your
You said Sir Francis Falcon
let had asked for you"
"oTw3S Won who drove me to saw -
Because l tried to warn your
Because you would be vengeful
When you should have been ~forgivlng."
"'Twas not revenge, just then,
hough while l live l shall have ample
o hate this man."
What was it, them"
TT was love; love for you and-and
Richard Jennifer."
She rose, and I could see her eyes
Lshine for all the half-gloom Of the
'andle light.
You are a loyal friend!" she said,
ind there was that within the words
o make me glad, whatever fate the
lawn should have in store for me.
always think of others first; you
hink Of others now, when-when
leath-oh, Monsieur John! what can
do for you? Say quick! The man Is
to the door!!"
Now, 1 ave told you this, there is
,ut one other thing, Margeryr dear; !
me little thing that will not let me
lie in peace. II I might have ten words
With Richard Jennifer-"
She left me in a fever-futter Of ex-
element, whipped to the door, had
! word with him who stood without.
heard the clink of coin, Inc then she
back to me, all eagerness and
impatience.
Tell me-teli me instantly what I
must do. I am not afraid. Shall L ride
Town to Jennifer House and fetch Dick
lere?"
II is a prisoner. and If
ie We're not. they would
not let him see me Besides. I would
lot let you go on such an errand. And
fet-God help me, Margery! there is
many In innocent life hanging on this;
he lives of helpless women and little
children. Have o yer a messenger
o send, a man who will risk his life
can be trusted fully?"
Yes vest" she cried. Write it down
me and Dick shall have 1t. Quick;
Our Lady's sake, be quick about
I! o Sancta Maria, mater Del"
The low impassioned chant of the
Roman htany was ringing In my ears
I sat down to the table to write my
message to Richard Jennifer. There
were quilts and an ink-pot at hand, but
not paper l felt in my pocket and
sound, not some bic letter, as I hoped,
put h crumpled parchment map