The citizen. [volume] (Berea, Ky.) 1899-1958, 1906-05-17

ribs; Clon's skuli-liks face grinned
hate into the others eyes; his long
limbs curled round him like the folds
OF snake. Suddenly Larolle's
strength gave way. On you ALL
why don't you-Merch! mercyl" came
In a last scream from his lips; and
then, as the lieutenant, taken aback
before, sprang forward to hts aid. the
two toppled over the edge and in sec
ond hurtled out of sight.
Mon Dieul" the lieutenant cried.
In horror The answer was a dull
splash in the depths below.
He flung up his arms. "Waterl"
he said. quick. men, get down! We
may save him yeti They have fallen
into waterl"
But there was no path and night
was come and the mems nerves were
shaken. The lanthorns had 10 be lit
and the way to be retraced; and by the
time We reached the dark pool which
lay below. the last bubbles we're gone
from the surface. the last ripples had
beaten themselves out against the
banks. True. the pool still rocked
sullenly and the yellow light showed
a mans hat floating and near II
glove three parts submerged. But
that was all. The mute's dying grip
had known no loosehing. nor his hate
any fear. Later. heard that when
they dragged the two out next day.
his fingers were In the Others eye
sockets. his teeth in his throat II
ever a man found death sweet, II was
he
As we turned slowly from the black
water, some sbuddering, some crossing
themselves, the lieutenant looked
vengefully at ME. Curse you'll" he
said. in sudden fury. Il believe you
are glad"
HE deserved his sate." | answered
coldiy. why should pretend to be
sorry7 II was now or in three months.
And for the other poor devils sake
I am glad"
He glared at me a moment. In
speechless anger. At last. Il should
like to have you tied upl" he said.
between his teeth.
Il should have thought that you
had had enough of tying up for one
day." | retorted. But there; II comes
OF making officers out OF the canaiiie.
Dogs love blood. The teamster must
stiIl lash something II he can no
longer lash his horses"
We were back, a sombre little pro.
cession. at the wooden bridge. when
said this. He stopped suddenly. Very
WELL" he replied. nodding viciously.
That decides me. Sergeant. light me
this way with a lanthorn. The rest Of
you to the village. Now Master Spy"
he continued. glancing at me with
gloomy spite. your road is my road.
think | know how to cook your
goose"
shrugged my houlders in disdain,
and together, the sergeant leading
the way with the light. We crossed the
meadow and passed through the gate
where mademoiselle had kissed my
hand and up the ghostly walk between
the rosebushes. wondered uneasily
what the lieutenant would be at and
what he intended; but the lanthorn
light which now fell on the ground
I
at our feet and now showed one OF US
to the other, high-lit In a frame Of
blackness, discovered nothing IN his
grizzled face but settled hostility. He
wheeled at the end OF the walk 60
go to the main door. but as be did so.
I saw the flutter Of a white skirt by
the stone seat against the house spd I
stepped that way
"Mademoiselle. I said softly. "is
1t your"
"Clon?" she muttered. her voice quiv.
ering. What OF him.
"He is past pain" answered gently.
Gle Is dead, but In his own way. Take
comfort, mademoiselle" And then be-
fore could say more. the lieutenant
with his sergeant and light were at
my elbow. lie saluted mademoiselie
roughly. She looked at him with shud-
dering adherence.
Are you come to fog me. sir?" she
said icily. rs II not enough that you
have murdered my servant"
'On the contrary. 81 was he killed
my captain" the lieutenant answered,
in another tone than | had expected.
III your servant Is dead. so Is my
comrade."
She looked with startled eyes. not
at him, but at me. What Captain
Larolle?" she muttered
I nodded.
How" she asked.
"Clou flung the captain and himself
into the liverpool" ! explained in a
low voice. The pool above the
bridge"
She uttered an exclamation Of awe
and stood silent But her lips moved;
think she was praying for CloE
though she was a Huguenot. Meanwhile
had a fright. The lsnthorn. swinging
in the sergeant's hand and now throw
ing its smoky light on the stone seat
not on the rough wall above 1t. showed
me something else On the seat, doubt
less where mademoiselle's hand had
lain, as she sat in the dark. listening
and watching. stood a pitcher OF food
Beside her. In that place. 1t was damn