Anadarko daily democrat. [volume] (Anadarko, Oklahoma) 1908-191?, 1910-02-22

bring MN urre' commanded the
Judges.
/ In moment more two heavy hands
were laid ON the strangers shuuldevs
/ who willingly followed the guard. A
slight COmmution cnsued az the former
entered the court. for the crowd voted
; him either q lunatic or one not much
better on, tO thus ioohshly risk his
life by voluntarily entering this place
which meant sure death to him
What right bad YOU to disturb uic
proceedings p" was tho question sternly
| POI to him
/ 'Citoyens, you called my name au.
sworod. am the Marquis de Saint.
, Flouryl"
! You? You are crazy!'
! ~ beg your pardon citoyens!
haven't lost my head yet, hut no doubt
you will attend TO that" Aud he
bowed mockinely TO the judges.
lie drew some papers Of identihca.
ion from his pockets and handed them
10 the Judges with unmistakable graft.
1cation. The latter examined them rap.
idly, and recognizing their validity.
harshly accostcd the man:
Is this your Wife?"
Looking at her with a keen glance
the marquis turned 10 the judges and
said.
II beg your pardon, citoyens, but I
have lived alone all my llfe."
This reply was given in so simple
and straightforward manner that no
one doubted H. for an instant; nay.
more than this its veracity was con.
iirmed by one of the guards. who. rec
ognizing our friend. FASTENED to en-
plain that II was in truth the Citoyen
Saint-Fleury who happened TO live
next door TO him, quite alone, and
who, though poor, shared with those
poorer than himself Tho guard was
interrupted This counted for nothing.
they told him. for why did he thus ex-
pose himself in such reckless man
ner? The woman was undeniably
beautiful, and many believed that he
disclaimed her in order TO save her
life. for such sacrifices were every
day occurrences al that time.
lie was confronted with the accused
woman. DO YOU mean to tell us. Cito.
yen Fleury. THAT YOU do not know
this woman"
The marquis looked at her. and see
ing both her beauty and her fear. for
she was trembling visibly, bowed gal
lantly. and in recollection OF his prom
Use, replied Madam J regret the fact
but | have not the honor of knowing
you"
Then, turning TO the Judges. he con.
tinued: "Citoyens. she Is the Cheyenne
Ninon Duchene of the Theater LyriQus.
Is II possible that your are now
decapitating our laTks?"
She lifted her head, newly bGsyed
by hope and for the first time in her
life she took good look at the mar
quis The face Of this man, who was
voluntarily counting death thai she
might enjoy life, was at this moment
beautiful. rejecting the noble soul
within.
The judges sneered. Tell your fairy
tales to the marines This woman is
not the celebrated Ducbenel"
why not allow the cheyenne TO
sing?" calmly proposed the marquis
Her voice will testify for her better
than any words
Yes. let her sing let her sing
was the universal ciamoT.
She sang n simple Breton ditty. put
ting her whole heart and soul into the
song in which mother mourns for her
lost sailor boy Her success was won
derful.
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Judges. Ninon DucheDe was saved.
The marquis had scornfully turned
his bach on her, ready to deliver him.
self mp.
why ihis delay, citoyens7" he saer.
led. II am the last Of my race. ana
wish to go the way my sovereign
went"
After his uneventfol life and his In.
glorious marriage, this voluntary death,
Il seemed to him. would somewhat re.
deem the honor Of his noble family.
He felt a freer man than he had been
in leading a dependent life. This wo,
man, bah--sO beautiful and yet so
cONardly
she must have read his thoughts
Her face crimsoned with shame.
Marquis! release you from your
promise!' He looked at her In as
tonishment. pretending not to under
stand her.
Cheyenne. you are free; what more
do YOU wish? BE still"
She bmshed painfully, comprehend
ing the deep scorn with which he
treated her. and became possessed OF
the ardent desire 10 win the esteem OF
this man, who now desplsed her. Her
face shone with new and exalted sen
timent, that love, inspired BY the
noble action of this man.
II do not wish TO owe my life 10 a
deception; am the Marquise de
saint-Fleury, your welded wife!"
The Judges laughed scornfully. fuTi
ous at having been deceived by thls
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