Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1910-09-05

breast. tie next morning he procured
a horse and set out for Belgium, with
the intention of paying n visit 70
Charles de Forles. a meeting with
whom Pyle relished more than with
his late victim. since there was no rev.
olution 10 interfere with his design
across the border. Reaching Brussels,
he found a crowd of emigres and was
not long in discovering that De Forles
was among them.
One evening. at an entertainment
given by the Duke Of Orleans, Pyle
saw his enemy standing by table
with another person. the two pledging
each other in a glass Of wine. De
Forles slipped his wine and set the
glass on the table. Pyle sauntered up,
took the glass in his hand and threw
the contents in De Forles' face.
De FORBES. glaring like a tiger, put
his hand to his sword, but, remember
ing where he was, refrained and Said:
"Your name, and where are you to
be found?"
"My name is Sidney Pyle of vir.
ginia, and a message will reach me at
the inn"
At the name De Forles, who had
failed to recognize his antagonist,
started.
VERY WELL" he said. 1--WE shall see
If you are still the swordsman you
were"
The next morning soon after dawn
the two men met, and ten minutes
after they had crossed swords Pyle
drove the point of his weapon into his
enemy's heart. When the surgeon
tore open the victims clothing be
found on the spot where the sword
had entered cut in the flesh the letter
v.
Pyle now made inquiries for the man
who he felt sure had been the head
and front Of the conspiracy that had
thrown him into prison on the eve of
his intended marriage. The other two
he considered mere tools of the Mar
quis de Beauchamp. The Virginian
learned that his enemy was living at
The Hague. Going there, he inquired
the way to the marquis abode. One
evening when De Beauchamp was sit
ting in his private apartment opening
out on a balcony a man suddenly APP
peared standing in the window that
reached from the ceiling to the floor.
"Who are you" cried the marquis,
land what do you do hereT
Il am Sidney Pyle of Virginia, late
prisoner in the Bastille, and I am here
to have it out with you for putting me
there
PyIe's sufferings in prison had left
their imprint on his features. De
Beauchamp saw there a hungry look,
q hunger for revenge. Though the
royalist had escaped the Paris mob,
ravenous for bread, this embodiment
Of a spirit of revenge had followed
him. For ysars when a man had
stood in his way he had but to throw
him into prison and the obstacle was
removed. But now comes one of his
victims, one who had brought with
him from the colony of the English
virgin queen that thirst for freedom
which had stemmed the current of
tyranny The marquis saw in that
merciless face a sign of his final pun
ishment.
do your work." he said. 81 am I'M
armed
II am no murderer"
In a corner stood a rapier. Pyle
took it up and handed it to the mar
quis. The latter rose. and, passing to
a portion of the apartment where
there was more room for a passage at
arms, each took position and began to
fight.
A few minutes later a servant. hear
ing the sound of a fall. entered the
chamber to find the marquis lying on
the floor, blood oozing from his side.
No one was visible. A surgeon, being
called, on examining the wound found
cut in the skin near the heart the
letter V.
One morning the Countess Amelie de
Carpillier. living in poverty in London,
was surprised at the appearance of
Sidney Pyle She saw in his face the
marks of suffering which had spoken
so remorselessly to his last victim.
Pyle took her as his bride to his plan
tation in Virginia. and the pleasant
life they led there gradually effaced
the horrors they had suffered in then
youth.