The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1909-02-11
CHAPTER XVIII.

prison Jacques Dantin went to the cor
ner of the cemetery at Montmartre,
where his friend lay. And he always
carried flowers. 1t become to him,
since the terrible strain OF his deten-
ton, a necessity, a habit. The dead are
living. They wait, they listen.
1t seemed to Dantin that he had but
one aim. Alas. what a been the
wish, the last dream. of the dead man
would never be realized! That fortune
which Revere had intended for the
child whom he had no right to call his
own would go, was going to- some far
consul was not even aware, perhaps,
and whom he certainly had
known-to some Indifferent persons,
once relatives. strangers.
Il ought not to have waited for him
to tell me what his intentions were re-
garding his daughter" Dantin often
thought. What would become OF her,
the poor girl, who knew the secret of
her birth and who remained silent,
piously devoting herself to the old SOL
der whose name she bore?
One day in February, a sad, gray
day, Jacques Dantin, thinking of the
past winter so unhappy. of the sad
secret grave and heavy, strolled along
toward that granite tomb nea which
Revere slept. He recalled the curious
crowd which had accompanied his lead
friend to his last resting place, the
flowers. the undercurrent of excite
ment, the cortege. Silence now filled
the place! Dark shadows could be seer
here and there between the tombs at
the end of paths. 1t was not a visiting
day or an our usual for funerals. This
solitude pleased Jacques. He felt
near to him whom he loved.
Louis Pierre Revere! That name,
which Moniche had had engraved,
evoked many remembrances for this
man. who had for a time been sus-
pected of assassinating him. All his
childhood, all his youth, all the past!
How quickly the years had fed, such
agitation-so many ambitions, decep-
tons, in order to end here!
H is at rest at least" thought
Dantin, remembering his own life,
he also would rest soon. having not
even a friend in this great city of Paris
whom he could depend upon to pay
him a last visit. A ruined, wicked. use
less life!
He again babe Revere goodby, speak
ing to him, calling him thee and thou
as of old. Then he went slowly away.
But at the end Of a walk he turned
around to look once more at the place
where his friend lay. He saw, coming
some cross alley, a woman in black,
who was walking directly toward the
place he had-l left. He stopped, waiting
yes, 1t was to Rovere's tomb that she
vas going. Tall, svelte. and as far as
young. He said to himself:
1T is his daughter!"
The memory of their last interview
came to him. He saw his unhappy
friend, haggard, standing in front Of
papers for those which represented his
child's fortune. II this was his friends
daughter. it was TO him that Revere
had locke to assure her future.
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The woman in black vas now kneeling
near the gray stone. Bent over, ar
ranging a bouquet of chrysanthemums
which h had brought. Dantin could
see only her kneeling form and black
draperies.
She was praying now.
Dant1n stood looking at her, and
when at last she arose he saw that she
was tall and elegant in her mourning
robes. He advanced toward her. The
noise of his footsteps on the gravel
caused her to turn her head, and Dan
tin saw a beautiful face, young and
sad. She had blond hair and large
eyes, which opened wide in surprise.
He saw the same expression of the
eyes which Rovere's had borne.
The young woman instinctively made
a movement as If to go away, to give
place to the newcomer, but Dantin
stopped her with a gesture.
DO not go away, mademoiselie. ]
am the best friend of the n who
sleeps here"
She stopped, pale and timid.
! know very well that you loved
| him." he added.
+, She unconSciously LET q friph+ane6
,cry escape her n looked helplessly
around.
"He told me ALL" Dantin slowly said
Il am jacques Dantin. He has spoken
to you Of me, I think"-
YES" the young woman answered
Dantin involuntarfly shivered. Hel
voice had the same timbre as Royere's
In the silence OF the cemetery. near
the tomb, before that name. Louis
Pierre Revere, which seemed Amos
Ike the presence of his dead friend
Dantin felt the temptation to reveal r.
this girl what her father had wished
her to know.
They knew each other without evel
having met. One word was enough
one name was sufficient, in order TIA,
the secret which united them sholI1f
bring them nearer each other. VIVA
Dantin was to Revere, Revere had toll
Marthe again and again.
Then, as IL from the depths or III,
toHp, Rovere had ordered him Il
speak. Jacques Dantin, in the solem,
silence Of that city Of the dead. con.
hasd 70 the young girl what her fatheI
mad tried to tell hfm. He spoke rand.
". The words. "a legacy-in trust
a fortune" fell from his lips. but RI,
young girl quickly interrupted hin
with q grand gesture.
DO not wish to know what ar,
one has told you of me. I am tn.
Of q man who awaits m,
at Blois, who Is old. who loves only me
ing" o.i
There was in her tone an accent -
command. OF resolution, which Danti,
recognised as one OF Rovere's mos
remarkable characteristics.
Had Dantin known nothing thi,
Wound In the voice. this ardent lool
on the pale face would have giyer
him q hint or SUSPICION and hay,
obliged him to think Of Revere. -.
we're lived again In this woman /,
black. whom jacques Dantin saw 70,
the first time.
Them" X this friend Of III,
dead man, as II awaiting an order.
Then" said the young girl In he,
deep voice" when you meet me nea,
tnis tomb do not speak to me Of n
thing. Il you should meet me mt
Side this cemetery, dc not me
the secret which was conhded to 70,
oy the one who sleeps there is III.
secret or a dead .npo -hon~