The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-07-06
Pretty Scene from ''The Deep Purple" at Polls
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 speak by speaking of herself, it is not for want of some highly placed friends, but these friends themselves tremble before the cardinal. The good queen herself does not dare to oppose the ter rible minister a -"Oh, you know her, then-that lovely and noble queen?' cried the novice warmly.
 .tI have not the honor of knowing her personally, but I know a great number of her most intimate friends. I know M. de Treville."
 "Oh,'' cried the novice, i've shall soon be well acquainted, almost friends. If you know, M. de, Trevi1le you must have visited him P. Often said milady ' 'sYou must have met some of his mus . keteers, Do you know gentleman of the name of Athos?''
 MiIady became as pale as the sheets in which she was reclining. X What is the, matter?" asked the poor novice. Have I said anything that has hurt your feelings?'
 'sNo, no; but the name struck me, because I also have known that gentle man. know not only him, but some of his friends-MM. Porthos, Aramis and D'Artagnan."
 3You know M. d'Artagpanv cried the novice, fixing her eyes upon mi lady. By what title?"
 Why replied nnilady, considerably embarrassed, "why, by the title of friend"
 You are deceiving me, madame" said the novice; you have been his mistressr'
 Tt is you who have been his mis- tress, madame. know you now; you are Mime. Bonacieuxr'
 The young woman drew back in sur prise and terror.
 'Well, yes, madamer' said she. "Are we rivals?''
 tOh, no!'' cried, milady, with tone that admitted no doubt of her truth. ''Never, never!''
 'I believe you,'' said Mme Bona cieux. But why, then, did you cry out SOP"
 Do you not understandY' said mi lady, who had already overcome her agitation, ''that M d'Artagnan, being my friend, might take me into his con- fdence? Do you not perceive that I know all?''
 "Oh, pardon me, pardon me!' cried Mime. Bonacieux, sinking upon the shoulders of milady. Pardon mel love him so dearly!"
 These two women held each other for an instant in close embrace. Certes, if milady's strength had been equal to her hatred, Mime. Bonacieux would have never escaped alive from that embrace. But not being able to stifie her, she smiled upon her.
 Tomorrow, this evening perhaps. shall see him again, and then the past will no longer exist,' said Mime. Bona cieux.
 This evening?'' asked milady. What do you mean? Do you expect any news from him?'' s:I expect him himself"
 ''But that's impossible! He is at the siege of La Rochelle"
 "Readv' said the unhappy young wo-
  joy, presenting letter to. milady.
 "Humph! The writing of Mme de Chevreusev' said milady to herself And she greedily read:
 My Dear Cnild-Hold yourself in readi- ness. Our friend will see you soon, and he will only see you to release you from that imprisonment in which your safety required you should be concealed. Prepare, then, for your departure and never de- spair of us. Tell him that certain parties are grateful to him for the war&ing he has given At that moment the galloping of a horse was heard.
 "Oh," cried Mime. Bonacieux, dart ing to the window. "can it be hep Milady remained still in bed, petri fed by surprise.
 Alas. no!' said Mime. Bonacieux. 'It is a man I don't know, and yet he seems to be coming here. Yes, he has checked his horse-he stops at the gate-he rings!'
 Milady sprang out of bed and began to dress herself.
 ''The man is coming here, do you say? He must come either to you OF to me-"
 "Hushr' said Mime. Bonacieux. Somebody is coming" In fact, the door opened, and the superior entered. "Do you come from Boulogne?'' de manded she of milady.
 Cro Ra Continuad.l