Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1906-05-30
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AS we turned slowly from the black
water, some huddering, some crossing
themselves, the lieutenant looked
vengefully at me. Course you!" he
said, in sudden fury. II believe you
are glad!" ~, .>>se.T.}' = Pr. Pr
''He deserved his fate" I answered
coldly. why should I pretend to be
sorry? It was now or in three months.
And for the other poor: DEVILS sake
am glad; .-. 800
He glared at me a moment, in
| speechless anger. At last, 81 should
like to have you tied up!" he said,
| between his' teeth.
II should have, thought that you
had had enough Of tying up for one
day!" retorted 'a.But there; it comes
of making officers out Of the canaille.
Dogs love blood. The :teamster must
still lash something If he can no
| longer lash his horses" 1..
We were back, sombre, little pro-
cession, at the wooden bridge, when I
said this. He stopped suddenly. every
! WE'LL" he replied, nodding viciously..
'"That decides me. Sergeant, light mo
this way with a .1anthorn The rest Of
you to the village. Now Master Spy"
he continued, glancing at me with
gloomy spite, "your road is my road.
think I 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
at our feet and now showed one of us
to the other, high-lit in frame Of
blacl1ness, discovered nothing in his
grizzled face but settled hostility. He
wheeled at the end of the walk to
go to the main door; but as he did SO,
I saw the flutter of white skirt by
the stone seat against the house and
stepped that way.
"Mademoiselle," I said softly, '*is
it you?"
"Clon?" she muttered, her voice quiv-
ering. What of him?'
He is past pain,' answered gently.
'He-is dead, but in his own way. Take
comfort, mademoiselle." And then be-
fore I could say more, the lieutenant
with his sergeant and light were at
my elbow. He saluted mademoiselle
roughly. She looked at him with shud-
dering abhorrence
Are you come to fog me, sir?" she
said icily. els it not enough that you
have murdered my servant?"
"On the contrary. It was he killed
my captain" the lieutenant answered,
in another tone than I had expected.
If 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.
"Clon flung the captain and himself
into the liverpool" explained in a
low voice. 1.-THE pool above the
bridge"
She uttered an exclamation of awe
and stood silent, But her lips moved;
I think she was praying for Clon
though she was Huguenot. Meanwhile
I had a fright. The lanthorn, swinging
in the sergeant's hand and now throw
ing its smoky light on the stone seat,
not on the rough wall above it, 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, it was damn
ing evidence trembled lest the lieu-
tenants eye should fall upon it, lest
the sergeant should see it.; thought
what I could do to hide it; and then
in moment I forgot all about it.
! The lieutenant was speaking and his
voice was like doom. My throat grew
dry as I listened. My tongue stuck to
my mouth; tried to look at mademoi-
| SEIZE, DuL COllO not.
1T is true, the captain is gone" he
said stiffly. But others are alive and
/ about one of them word with you,-
by your leave, mademoiselle. I have
listened to good deal of talk from
this fine gentleman friend of yours.
He has spent the last "a hours say
ing, You shall!' and You shall not!
He came from you and took a very
high tone because We laid little whip
lash about that dumb devil of yours.
He called us brutes and beasts and
but for him I am not sure that my
friend would not be alive. But when
he said few minutes ago that he was
glad-glad of it, d-n him!-then
fixed 1t In my mind that I would be
even with him. And I am going to
BEL"
What do you mean? mademoiselle
asked, YEARLY interrupting him. If
you think you can prejudice me against
that gentleman-''
THAT Is precisely what I do think!
And l am going to do it. And a little
more than that!''
"You will be only wasting your
BREATH" she answered proudly.
Waltz wait, Mademoiselle, until
you have heard!" he said. IF ever
a black-hearted scoundrel, a dastardly,
sneaking spy, trod the earth, it is this
fellow! This friend Of yours! And I
am going to expose him. Your own
eyes and your own ears shall persuade