The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1913-12-11

Drink this, 6SignRuf;S eT1od q
third you must drink this sp0
cial bottle We brought for the occa-
aionl"
Sent By old Pierre when he heard
We were coming for youI" added the
poet. Your drinking-cup. lads! Un-
fasten the skin for yourselVesl To
mon capitainel"-
Once. twice. deeply they drunk
toast and vintage alike to theiI taste;
then Strengthening. looked at the Black
Seigneur whose eyes yet burned In the
direction my lady had gone. With q
start he seemed to recall himself to
the demands Of the moment; his first
questions they expected; the ship
where did she lie? Snug and trim In
a neighboring cove. ready TO slip out.
II occasion required and danger
pressed-which contingency they did
not Just then expect, since at the
moment was his Excellency more con-
cerned with affairs on the land than
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.
mo. he's with the people, expect
You see," he went on, things have
been happening since you elected to
enact the mountebank. 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 1t. fearing their sting. They
hummed at 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 1t 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! To-day? To
morrow? 1t needs but a word from
Paris, and then"
The poet broke of, and silently the
Black Seigneur seemed to be weigh
ing the purport Of the news; for some
moments stood as man deep In
thought; then, arousing himself. spoke
a few words, and gave a brief order
Swiftly the riders swept away in the
direction from which they had come,
and only when they had gone some dis
tance did the young man once more
turn to the poet with a question.
Whereupon the latter. spurring 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 a 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 capi
taine, where" chuckling, "she ruled
like despot. Not once did she whin
per, or beg favor-for herself! For
the Marquis, it is true, she did plead
that day we took them!"
He's her betrothed!" 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 her!"
"They will soon be safe enough to-
gether now!" remarked the Black
Seigneur.
Again peculiar, half-questioning ex
preston shaded the poets eyes, while
furtively he regarded the young man.
"Yes, they ought to bel"
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 &c
name the hour, and further interjected
q 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"
80 will 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 a fork
in the pathway. "yonder lies our
cove, mon capitaine, and"
do you and the men go there!"
commanded the other. and gave few
further instructions.
'See that the ship is kept in readi-
ness!" he ended. "As for me" He
made vague gesture.
(TO BE CONTINUED