Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1905-05-24
CHAPTER IX.-CoNrrSuED.

10 say OF the scenes OF excitement in
Albany, where he had lately been.
The baroness and her wards were re-
splendent i'll old lace and sparkling
Jewels. Great launches of venison
we're served from a long sideboard:
there was a free flow Of old Madeira
and Burgundy and champagne and
eosnac. Mr.. Parish and the count and
the general and Moss Kent and NJ.
i'Idseon sat long at the table. with
cigars and coffee, after the rest OF us
had gone to the parlors, and the big
room rang with their laughter. The
young Marquis de Gonyello and Mr..
Marc lsambert Brunei Of the Com
pasnie. who afterward founded the
great machine shops Of the royal navy
yard at Portsmouth and became engi-
neer OF the Thames tunnel, and Pierre
Chassinis, Jr., and waltzed with the
ladies. Presently sat down near the
baroness, who was talking in French
with Therese LIE Ray, the counts
daughter.
Pardon my using French" said the
baroness, turning to me, 'for I believe
you do not use it. and. my friend. it
is a misfortune, for you miss knowing
What good company is the Ma 'selle
LIE Ray
And l miss much pleasure and may
hap duel with the marquis" l said,
laughing: but l beg you to proceed
with your talk. have learned many
words since / came here. and love
the sound of it."
We saw British soldiers to-day"
she continued to Ma'm'selle LIE Ray.
in French. "They crossed the road
near us on their horses
Loujson came over and sat by them.
They We're not in uniform" the
baroness continued. ''but knew they
were English: you cannot mistake
them"
And what do you think?'' said Loui-
son. eagerly. 'One of them threatened
TO kiss me-
Indeed. that was terrible said
Ma m'selle LIE Ray. "You must have
- been afraid
Yes said she, smiling, "afraid he
would Mt. They were a good-looking
lot"
I do not think he was speaking OF
you a: ALL said the baroness. He
was booking at me when-'
'Cisl!" exclaimed Louison. laughing.
That is why they turned suddenly and
fed into the fields
I fed, too-perhaps as suddenly as
the Rritishers-to save myself the dis
grace of laughter.
The great clock in the hall above
stairs tolled the hour of two. The
ladies had all gone to bed save the
baroness. The butler had started up
stairs, a candelabrum in his hand. Fol-
lowing him were the count and Mr..
Parish, supporting the general be-
tween them. The able soldier had
overrated his capacity. All had risen
to go to their rooms. OF sudden we
were startled by loud rap on the
front door. A servant opened it. and
Immediately heard the familiar voice
OF D'ri.
is there anybody here by the name
O Mister Bell?" he asked.
I ran to the door, and there stood
D'ri, his clothes wet, his boots muddy,
for it had been raining. Before he
could speak I had my arms around
him, and he sank to his knees in my
embrace. He was breathing heavily.
''Tired out-thet s whut 8 the mat
ter he muttered, leaning over on one
hand. Come through the woods t
save yer life, did, an they was tight
up t. me all the way"
Poor fellow!' said the baroness.
who stood at the door. 'Help him in
at once and give him a sip of brandy"
TUX me prisoner over there n the
woods tibet day." said he, sinking into
chair and leaning forward, his head
on his hands. 'They TUX n they
toted me over t. Canady, an TUX m
got away, n they efter me. Killed
one on 'em thetwas chasin' Nv me over
n the Beaver medders on the bog trail.
aoss got t wallerin' so he he'd t. come
down. Rlz up out O. the grass n
ketched holt Nv i'm fore he c'u'd pull
a Wee2on. Tux this cut Nv his pocket,
an tried to git the boss out o. the
mire, but did Mt hev time"
He sat erect and proudly handed me
sheet OF paper. opened it, and read
as follows.
To Capt Elias Wilkins, Royal Fusiliers:
MY Dear Captain You will proceed at
once across the river with detail of five
men mounted and three days rations.
and, IT possible, capture the prisoner who
escaped early this morning, making
thorough search of the woods in Jeffer-
son county. He has information Of value
to the enemy, and I regard his death or
capture Of high and immediate impor-
lance. I am Informed that the young
desperate who murdered my Lord of
Pickford In the forest below Clayton
June q, escaping, although badly wound
ed, is lying at the country-seat of the
Baroness de Ferre, Frenchwoman., at
Leraysville, Jefferson county, N. Y. It
would crafty me If you could accomplish
one or both captures. With respect, I
am. your obedicnt servant,
r. SHEAFFER,
General Commanding.
They II be here" said D'ri. They
II be here jest es sure es God fore
daylight, mebbe. But I can't fight er
dew nothin' till we he'd some vittles."
You shall have supper" said the
baroness, who, without delay, went to
the kitchen herself with servant to
look after 1t. The butler brought a
pair of slippers and dry coat while
drew of the boots of my good friend
Then I gave him my arm as he 'limped
to the kitchen beside me. The baroness