Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1913-07-11

into The waste-paper box by the
bureau.
Then he took his seat at the bureau
and, as IL forgetful of her presence,
began to write. She came up close to
him
Monsieur
We'll. madame?"
You ave today imprisoned an inno-
cent man, a man who has no fault but
his own goodness, a man incapable of
real danger to the state. All, monsieur,
I know him! He Is a child at heart.
He may have been misled, I do not
know; but this I know, he Is unworthy
OF prison Monsieur"
De Sartines looked suddenly up.
Madame. l am engaged on my cor
respondence: our Interview Is closed.
You are talking of some one. To whom
do you REFER"
Monsieur" she went on patiently.
Il refer to the Comte de Lussac."
Madame. IL you wish for informa-
ton on that point, / must refer you to
Monsieur Beauregard. 1t is an affair
Of the police"
Alas. monsieur said she. Il know
that 1 have offended YOU, and for that
1 beg your pardon. You are all-pow-
| full"
Then, in broken tones that would
have move the hear of a statue, she
began to plead for the liberty Of De
Lussac. The thought had come to her
that IL she could only get him freed
she would take him away at once
across the frontier. If she could only
get him freed before h fact was
known that he had tempered with the
document and discovered its contents.
she would take him away, leaving the
document to look after itself. Full we'll
h knew that the moment De Richie
lieu opened the top right hand drawer
of his bureau De Lussac was lost for
ever. So she pleaded, in that wonder
L f1N1 VOICE which Ind QhOvQ all voices
the power to reach the heart, and De
Sartines. sitting with his elbow resting
upon the bureau. seemed plunged deep
In thought.
what she was saying, weighing the
points n by one: sometimes he Would
make notes on q piece of paper.
She ceased, and pen still in hand,
the minister Of police remained still
silent and lost la thought. Then,
out his hand and struck a bell that was
standing before him on the bureau.
German entered the room.
Eyes,, monsieur"
De Sartines referred to the notes he
had been making.
II have been going over in my mind
the whole of Monsieur de Tracey's
complaints. When he calls, you can
tell him that the matter does not fall
within the province of the ministry of
police.
Yes, monsieur
Madame Linden caught her breath
as though some one had struck her.
"Monsieur." she exclaimed, as Ger
main left the room.
why. madame, 0 are there still"
now"
"You will not. then, listen to me?"
MADAME, 1t seems l have been lis
tening to you for half an hour. I nave
nothing more to say. Our interview Is
closed"
You refuse to hear me. You treat
me with disdain. Very we'll then,
monsieur" She paused. A vivid idea
had suddenly flashed across her brain.
VERY we'll, then, monsieur. From this
She moved toward the door.
Beware! No man has ever insulted
me as you have done. "Beware!"
He turned his head. She had van
ished from the room. Outside she
passed along the corridor like a whirl-
wind, down the stairs, across the hall,
where the guards and Swiss soldiers
were on duty. to her carriage, which
was stiK waiting.
Home" she cried to the c%oachrhan,
land as quickly as o can drive.
She looked at her watch. 1t pointed
suddenly evolved was a dangerous and
desperate one. If successful, 1t would
free De Lussac n make her absolute
ly mistress of the situation. If it failed,
it would make her q state prisoner for
life. Vienna could not protect her from
the effects Of its failure. Yet she did
not shrink from it in the least, and her
brave heart knew no fear. Instead, she
felt intoxicated with the desperate ma
ture Of the venture in which she was
about to risk all.
Arrived at her house, she ordered th@
coachman back to Vaudrin's to say
that q travelling carriage and two swift
horses should be sent round at once.
She rang for Placide,-aut he had not
yet returned.
Then she put herself into the hands
OF Rosine. and as 8 o'clock was striking
she came downstairs fully dressed in
evening attire, covered by a light cloak.
h got into the carriage that was
waiting for her, and as Rosine closed
the door on her h cried to the coach
man. Versailles; to the house of Mon
sieur lie Deuc lie Richelieu."
Meanwhile de Sartines, left to him.
self, sat for a m deep in thought.
Then he struck the bell sharply on the
desk, n German answered hes sum-
mons.
We'll, fool!" cried his master, what
made you answer me like that when 1
asked you IL you had not overheard our
conversation"
II was in doubt as to your meaning,
monsieur. and when in doubt / always
tell the truth"
Ass! could you not see that 1 was
suggesting to you a lie? Truth! What
have you to do with the truth? Stay;
who Is that? Entrez."
It was Monsieur Beauregard.
Monsieur" said Beauregard, IAN old
man has just called. He asks for an
interview with you. I have spoken to
him but he will not give his business.
Tell him to begone.'' said De sar-
tines. II have finished business for the