The Forrest City times. [volume] (Forrest City, Ark.) 1871-1919, 1913-12-05

cerned with affairs on the land tbar
matters pertaining TO the sea. What
these paramount interests were, the
young man, on whose thin cheek now
burned little color did not at once
ask; only gazed inquiringly over the
group, where one, whom he might have
expected was absent.
"Sanchez-he is not with your"
A look of constraint appeared for
an instant on the poets face.
No, he's with the people, expect.
You see, he went on, things have
been happening since you elected to
enact the mountebanE. The bees have
been busy. and this little hive they
call France is now full of bother and
hustle. The bees that work have been
buzzing about those that don't; they
made a great noise at Versailles, but
the King Drone only listened; did not
try TO stop it, fearing their sting. They
hummed al the door of the Bastile,
until the parasite bees, not liking the
music, opened the doors, let them all
in"
The Bastile has fallen?" The
listeners voice rang out; his eyes,
searching sharply the features of the
bard, seemed to demand only the
truth, plain, unadorned
1T has" answered the other gravely.
And the tune sung in and around
Paris has kept on spreading until
now it is everywhere! You may hear
1t IN the woods; along the marshes;
out over the strand! The very Mount,
immovable, seems to listen When
will the storm break? Today? To-
morrow? 1t needs but word from
Paris, and then
The poet broke off, and silently the
Black Seigneur seemed to be weigh.
ing the purport Of the news; for some
moments stood as a man deep in
thought; then, arousing himself, spoke
few words, and gave a brief order
Swiftly the riders swept away in the
direction from which they had come
anG only when they had gone some ais
lance did the young man once more
turn to the poet with a question
Whereupon the latter, squirting his
horse nearer his chief, launched into
eloquent explanation.
And then" ended the bard, "the
Governors daughter walked into our
ambush as unsuspectingly as a mouse
into trap"
THE Governors daughter cozened
by Nanette'"
THAT she was, A clever wench
and brave one, Nanette! Although"
the poets jovial eyes studied the dark
face, unless am mistaken, she found
the task to her liking!"
You treated her, the Governors
daughter, well?" said the other
abruptly.
Gave her your cabin, mon CAPT
tame, where" chuckling, she ruled
like despot Not once did she within.
per, or beg favor-for herself For
the Marquis, il is true, she did plead
that day We took them"
He's her hetrothed!" said the
young man shortly.
"a marionette!" gibed the poet
Some Of the men were for making
short shrift of him, and they might
have-only for herr"
They will soon be safe enough to
gether now" remarked the Black
Seigneur.
Again a peculiar MISUNDERSTANDING ex.
preston shaded the poets eyes, While
furtively he regarded the young man
Yes. they ought to be-"
The terms of exchange-what were
they"
You for her That was our de
mand, After the place had been
agreed upon, his Excellency asked to
name the hour, and further interjected
a condition, binding both parties to Sc,
crecy in the matter, that the people
might not know They acted badly
when the soldiers returned to the
Mount without his daughter; they
might behave worse, no doubt he
thinks when they come back with
her"
so viii she be safely returned in
, the darkness A wise provision"
That murmured the poet, study
ing the horizon, was evidently his
thought But as the Black Seigneur
relaxing his pace. drew rein at fork
in the pathway, "yonder lies oul
cove. mon capitaine, end"
DO you and the men go there!
commanded the other, and gave a few
/ further Instructions
See that the ship is kept in readi
/ ness he ended AS for me" He
/ made a vague gesture
eTO BE CONTINUED
inscrutabe Way of Providence.