Troy weekly news. (Troy, Idaho) 1897-1933, 1908-03-20

women never grow ola
Really, Monsieur Chabot, I am over
whelmed. For simplicity and natural
ness in compliment, my dear Emily, let
me recommend this fatterer."
Nine. Roupell's favorite pastime was
to make NJ Chahot believe that his ex-
aggerated praises Of her as great lazy
struck home. One of her sayings was
Il like Monsieur Chabot. he is such
sincere humbug," but she must have really
been little moved on this occasion, tor
her smooth, white fingers on the French
mans coat sleeve frightened their pressure
and her face lightened wonderfully.
Harriet. sheltered by the window cur
tains, looked at Van Lith, who ground
his teeth so furiously that, notwithstand-
ing the gravity of the situation, the girl
could not forbear laughing. Nine. Rou-
pel below was still smiling at the French
mans compliment.
Let us go inside" she said, at last.
mo doubt we shall find some supper
somewhere. Poor Harriet l trust she
is not sick l will go right upstairs and
see how she is"
That's comforting tidings, anyway
thought Van Lith, who had again eau
tiously opened the window, and to whom,
as he peered through the curtains, every
word uttered by the party below was dis
tinctly audible Look here, Harriet,
what on earth am l to do? Madame
Roupell is coming to see how you are.
In a minute she will be here"
Harriet's cheeks blanched for a mo-
ment, for from her station near the door
of the chamber she could already hear
Nine. Roupel's footsteps ascending the
stairs.
Come here" she cried to Van Lith,
frantically. "There is no one sleeping in
your old room. Run across the hall
quickly, and hide yourself there until
call you. l will lock you in, so my
aunt will have to go the other way. You
must return through her sitting room to
the corridor. You can do it easily, for
she is a sound sleeper"
Van Lith did as he was directed. Har-
riet had barely time to turn the key on
him, return to her chamber, seat herself
and snatch up a book, when her aunt's
footsteps were heard in the corridor, and
a moment later the old lady entered the
apartment.
Awake yet, my dear child? Can't you
sleep? OH You are thinking of that
young scamp, I'm afraid. Well,
wouldn't if l were you. He isn't worth
it. Besides, if you don't go to bed earlier
where will the roses go to-"
She stopped and kissed her niece ten
DERBY on both cheeks, and then went to
the window.
II mustn't keep the horses out all
night. Jean jean
The coachman turned on the box and
looked up at the window.
You can go to the stables. Monsieur
Chabot will not return to the city to-
night"
Nine. Roupel closed the window again
and came back to where her niece was
sitting.
Monsieur Chabot sleeps here to
night?" inquired Harriet, in tone Of
apparent unconcern, while her heart was
really beating violently. Where will
you put him, aunty?"
Cant he have Monsieur Van Lith'.
old room, dear?"
mot very well. But the chamber of
your own is ready, and the sheets are
aired"
VERY well, child, then l will give di
rections that he be lodged there Ant
now goodnight. Don't sit up reading
but try to sleep"
Nine. Roupell turned and left the
apartment. 1t was the last benedlctior
that was to fall from the lips of Harriet
Wedon's benefactress for the shadow
Of an awful crime was even then towering
over the chateau.
(To be continued.)