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storm, fellOn assisted Alllady to escape from the castle and at daybrealS placed her on board a waiting vessel, whose cap tan he had bribed to convey her to the Coast of France. He himself, he told her, would repair to the Duke tell him that his machinations and crimes against Milady were known and demand that he cease to 0ersecute her.
 Milady threw herself upon Felton's neck, declared that she loved him and besought him to kill the Duke, not to endanger his own life. She would have the vessel wait near the port, she said, and if anything happened to Felton she would hasten ashore and die with him.
 T,le flames of love and fanatlcsm now fairly consumed the reason of the young Puritan. Buckingham was at his toilet when Felton was shown into his pres ence
 "Ah." said the Duke, "a message from Winter. It is my good Felton, see. Have you brought me the order l was to sign for my lord? Winter has told me of her What wicked woman!
 My Lord Duke" said Felton sternly, 'T must tell you tLat l know all your crimes with regard to Lady de Winter
 What do you mean?" cried the Duke. You are impertinent"
 T ask you my lord to sign an order for the release of Lady de Winter. Re flec.; she is d woman whom you have dis honored. Sign, my lordl And he held paper toward the Duke.
 "Neverl" cried Buckingham. With draw! You are under arrest What ho, without therev He thought the man was crazy.
 As the Duke arose fro. his chair Eel ton plunged q knife into his side up to the hilt.
 When a gun fired at the castle an- nounced the occurrence of something un- AL. tAI lta all ping to be on guard. Miady handed bag of gold to the skipper of her vessel and ordered him to spread his sails with swiftness to the coast of France.
 Soon after Milady sat in the parlor of the convent at Bethune. Richelieu had directed that she should await his mes- sefger there when her work in England had been done. and thither she had re- pa!aed upon her arrival In France after dispatching to His Erinence note winch read: His Grace the Duke Of Buckingham will not set oIt for France.
 A young woman wearing the sarb of a novice was seated with Milady and the willy adventures, according to her usual custom was turing from her the secrets of her heart
 go you too" Mlady was saying, "are victim of the Cardinals hate, even as am" Then, as the novice babbled on, Milldy suddenly comprehended and ask. d. My dear, are you not Madam Bonacieux? l have heard so much of you from my dear friead d'Artagnan that feel as if had known you long. Poor man. he is distracted because he does not know where you are"
 "Oh, he does know" replied the trapped woman "I have a letter from Madam de Chevreuse telling me that d' 'Artagnan and his friends are even now on their way to take me from this place"
 I lad F4at sail Milady telling the truth for once ana while she kissed the novice affection ate.y her brain was busy planning the manner of her death.
 Just then a stranger demanded to see "the lady who had come from Bolougne,' which was all the name Milady was known by in the convent. It was the Count de Rochefort, the rlght-hand-man of the Cardinal.
 After short and secret interview with Milady, De Rochefort rode swiftly away ag-.n The woman had told him all that had happened to her in England; the fact that her secret interview with the Car dlnal in the cabaret was known to dAr- taenan and his friends and that the three Musketeers and the Gascon were on their way to rescue Madam Bonacieux.
 When the messenger had departed Mi lady said to her dupe: "Oh, I have ter rible news for you. That letter from Mme de Chevreuse is a forgery Four men disguised as muslleteers are now on their way here to take you and me to prison The man who was just here came dissuised as a messenger from the Cardinal to warn ne He Is my brother, my dear George. They would l,ill him if they knew what he had done for us. We must fly or we are lost"
 lGlady had arranged with Rochefort to have a travelling carriage in waiting for
 4 .Ta 1A rraI behind the convent and when she judged that the carriage had had time to arrive at the appointed pace she urged Mime. Bonacieux to fly with her at once. But the novice, overcome with terror and doubt, hestated until there came sound of horses galloplng into the inclosure be- fore tho convent Milady gave one look thu ough the window and then grabbing Mine. Bonacieux by the arm, cried: Come! Come! It is our abductors3'
 q dare not. I 1are not sobbed the novice.
 .Yoa are ununerved," said Mlady. "flere. drink this" and she handed Mme. Bonacieux glass of wine. into which she had pressed few drops from a hol- log ring she wore upon her finger. Then she fed.
 When the Musketeers entered the room, Mme Bonacieux lay upon the floor dying. Tho mother superior and the startled nuns told all they knew of the tragedy
 This is the work of Milady." cried d'Artagnan. T will revenge this death." and then he wept like q child.
 "Gentlemen," said Athos, sternly. this affair Is mine alone. The woman who has done this was once my wife. I crave your forbearance for a day or two"
 Coolly, methodlcaly, Athos went about tracking the fugitive. Then one night he asked his friends to ride with him. In his company was a masked man. the pubic executioner of Lille
 4n a little house on the banks of the River Lis they came upon the miserable woman. At first she raved at and de- fled them, and then begged for mercy Birdng her. the executioner took her in little boat to the further side of the stream. D'Artagnan, who could bear the scene no longer. began to beg for her If but just then the Musketeer. look ins across the river. saw by weird light whi'h shone through a break in the clouds tfc kneeiins fdrm of Milady and tine descending sword of the executioner.