Polk County news-gazette. (Benton, Tenn.) 190?-191?, 1913-09-25
CHAPTER xxxlII.-(contInued.)

Elise Sanchez kills the governor; the
Black Seigneur rescues Elise.
CHAPTER XxXIII.-(contInue
Here, for the time concealed was
he safe; none followed, and, leaning
against the damp blocks Of masonry
breathing hard, as a man weak from
fatigue, loss of blood, he sought to
recover his strength. 1t returned only
too slowly; the passing lassitude an
noyssa~Aim; for the momentuhe forgot
,k. We unuerecently eoSe her %,l tse
improving.
several from here he yet stood
sading the revival M starring y ero swag,
@he vasN. ~ between the
Mount La1t lights of ship.
The ssns, JohT had never seemed
so intermnGble; before him, his shad-
,ow and that Of my lady danced ever
fllusiveIy away; behind. the great rock
gave forth hundred shooting flames,
while, as emblematic of the demolition
of 80 much that was beautiful, higher
than saint with helpless sword on ca
thedral top, cloud of smoke belched
IN: waved sidewise like monstrcus
funeral plume. A symbol, it seemed
TO fill the sky; to move and nod and
Z f1aunt it's ominous blackness from this
majestic outpost of the land. Walk
ing in a vivid crimson glow, the Black
Seigneur gazed only ahead, where now,
on that monotonous desert, the rim
of the sea on a sudden obtruded. AS
N he advanced, sparkles red as rubies-
Laughing lights-leaped In the air; at
the same time seething murmur
broke upon the stiffness.
Toward those leaping bright points
and the source of that deep-sounding
cadence. the young man stumbled for
ward more rapidly, less cautiously,
also, it may be; for while he was yet
some distance from the waters rim,
his feet fell on sand that gave way
beneath them He would have sprung
back, but felt himself sinking; strove
to get out, only to settle the deeper!
The edge Of the lise. with safety be-
yond. we'll he could see, where the
satin-like smoothness of the treacher-
Gus slough merged into a welcome
silk-like shimmering of the trustwor-
thy sands That verge, however, was
remote: out of reach of effort of his
to attain; his very endeavors caused
him to become the more firmly imbed-
,ded. Had he cast my lady aside, pos
,sibly could he have extricated him
self; but with her, an additional
weight, weighing him down
4.
answered. Now were the clinging par
ticles at his waist; he lifted my lady
higher; clear of them! Once more
raised his voice-this time not In vain!
Mon capitaine! Where are YOU"
"Here!"
1--WE don't see you"
you won't soon, unless"
The end OF line struck the sand.
The night had almost passed; its
last black hour, like pail, lay over
the sea, where, far from the Mount,
ship swayed and tossed. In the mar
row confines of her masters cabin, the
faint glimmering Of lamp revealed
man bending over a paper. yellow
and worn: the lines so faint and deli
cate, they seemed almost to escape
him!
How strange. after all these years. the
sight of your handwriting land now, to
be writing you Yet is 1t mect-to say
farewell! For that which you have heard
mon ami, is true am going to die. You
say, you heard l was not well; l answer
what really you heard the question, mon /
ami, beneath your words, . . And, |
dying. II is we'll with me. I have wronged |
no soul on earth--except you my friend. |
and you forgive me. 1 had hoped |
the years would efrace that old memory. |
You say they have not. II Is wise |
you arc going away.
The reader paused; listened to the !