The McCook tribune. (McCook, Neb.) 1886-1936, 1905-04-07

The paper he was carrying back to
the Sophia" as the result Of his
m:ssion contained only these words:
Sept. IA, 1914.
81 will accept no favor from, and
conclude no terms with those who
make allies of Indians, who incite
slaves 10 instruction, and whose W
cruelty matches well that of their saw
age associates.
JEAN LATTE"
Prison doors were not SO easily
opened as in the past, Beluche and
Lopez were still under confinement,
together with their crew, and the re-
Gently captured Baratarians.
The days at Shell Island passed
m~onotonously. Once, in October, La
itte made a trip to La Tete des Faux,
where he found only Lazalie and Mad
anne Riefet, Gen. La Roche's sister,
who had, for the present, closed her
New Orleans house, and was stopping
in what her brother considered a
safer locality.
The general himself spent much OF
his time in the city, and Mademol-
selle de CaZeneau was now at kanau-
hama, where her grandfather was
dying.
After hearing from LaZalie of Rose,
and her loneliness, picturing her be-
side her grandfather's d~eathbed, and
recalling the look upon her appraised
face when he left her, and the words
she had uttered. LATTE longed to see
her. if only to extend his sympathy.
That she would have heard ct his
disaster there was little doubt; for
Lazalie had met him with both hands
extended and a dimness OF tears IN
| her eyes as she said, Captain Jean,
I am so glad to see you again, and
that you were not forced to accept
the governors hospitality. And we
were all so sorry for your brothers.
She hesitated, and LATTE said
quietly, but with unmiStakable hrm'
ness, Il thank you truly. Lazalle; L
understand what you would say, and
thank you for it. But please let US
talk of something else"
Mindful of Roses love for marsh
lilies, he had brought a large bunch Oh
them from Shell Island, where they
grew in great luxuriance and beauty
and now handing them to Lazalle, ne
reouested that she give them to Made
I moiselle de Cazeneau, with his com
pliments.
"Then you will not go over to IA
nauhana to-day?" she asked, While In
baling he fragrance of the flowers.
Before he could reply, Madame HE
fet. who had entered the room anu
overheard Lazalie's question, eXclalm'
ed yolubly, rs it not pitiful to think
Of that Door child over there, with
only the negroes about her and that
snappv old Barbei Mercy! When |
was her g the very idea OF seeing
any one die would make me ny IRON
the house"
She smoke theatrically, with upllftec
brows and raised hands; for the er
ratio. fashionable Madame was, IN per
son and manner, more decidedly
French than was her brother.
Madame Rejects frivolous remark
brought before Jean the picture Oh
that little island where he had first
seen the figure, scarcely more thai
chiId's. clad in a gayly fringed buck
skin dress, with beaded leggings anc
~moccasins, and clinging to a still form
from which the breath had but JUS
departed.
speak once more to your little
Rose!" she had walled. And he, hard
ened by frequent contact with death
could not, until row, realize the ful
depth of such sorrow.
He realized it now, he nae
that moonlit cell to remember; the
dead face lying in the silver radiance
the ~unseeing eyes; the parted lips
forever mute, but which, a momen
before. were murmuring words that
in all the years agone, were for hin
and his welfare.
This it was that made Jean La
ftte's face look pale and his name.
seem stern. as, after forcing himsel
TO listen for awhile to Madame RE
fet's volatile chatter, he took his de
partUre.
(To be ~continued.)
Prof. Bowne's Drachm.