The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1913-07-17

Monsieur de Joyeuse flung his mu
at me-
But he is not a cat.
mo. monsieur, he is a cur"
De Richelieu laughed. We'll. ma
dame. and how can 1 help you agains
these %peopleT"
"Oh, monsieur, you nave only to rails
your voice n all these creatures vii
fly. Blu wait! / said to myself, VIII,
is there in all France that l can asl
for a word of friendliness? All tn
men of the court are men of the worlC
who would not understand me. Their
is only one, the Due de Richelieu, /;
great soldier, & courtier. and a maj
whose age places him above the fu'
%tilities of the world"
De Richelieu made a little grimace
Il came here tonight and l found
myself face to face with a man VINO
whatever his age may be, is not ar
old man. and-you see l am quite
frank with you'll feared"
oh. madame, why should you fear?'
Alas! Monsieur-an unprotected
woman
De Richelieu drew his chair close TO
| hers and ooh her hand.
Madame said he, you have sought
my protection. Why. then. should you
fear your protector"
"Why-I fear myself too. Now, you
see, | am making more confessions.
Believe me, it We're better l should
go. The women of the court who at
tack me are better, perhaps, than the
men who would defend me. l shall
leave France. Monsieur, release my
hand"
A moment"
All, yes, a moment-that Is what
men always Ia when they can thlnk
of nothing better. Monsieur, the mo-
ment has passed"
De Richelieu, instead of releasing
her hand. slipped Down on one knee
beside her: the fire in the old mare
chaIs blood had broken into flame.
taking the captured hand in his left
hand. his right arm slipped oun her
waist.
Monsieur" said she, drawing slight
ly away, that is e~ncroachment-'
No, madame. it is the smallest
waist in the world"
Monsieur. if l were q designing
woman l might, now, turn you round
my finger. On. how weak are mem
Yes, madame, men are weak
before loneliness"
Then, monsieur, be strong"
l am; at the moment, perhaps, /
an the strongest man in France"
Then have pity on the weakest wo-
nan"
I am all pity for weakness; though
hold you like this, it is only to
;ynnholize that protection which is at
Tour service. You say you have wom-
N enemies who are pressing you
NO, monsieur, it is o who are
me hard and when hard
a woman cries u Monsieur,
am about to cry out"
"A truce. them cried De Richelieu,
eleasing her n rising to his feet.
he baroness also rose up.
THE conqueror of Mahon calling for
truce, Monsieur, you are defeated"
7 acknowledge it."
I nave wound you round my finger"
Then, cherie. wind me round again"
RED Richelieu. laughing, half piqued
ire in his eye, and advancing vic.
oriously upon her.
This was the real attack, and
Linden, with a little scream.
lch as women give when they see a
house, outstretched her hands and held
i'm off Struggling with him, half
painting, she suddenly drew
ack,
Monsieur" said she in a low voice,
4 mornent-there is some n at the
De Richelieu, flushed and almost
turned to the door with a
rrible oath. He opened it. There was
} one.
All. monsieur. but there was" said
.e, still in that muted voice that led |
e hopes of the old man heavenward.
heard some one. Go into the cor |
dor and see hat we are alone.,'
went into the corridor and in
she closed the door and locked
on him. She flashed across the room
the bureau. The blood surging to
face. ringing in her ears, she seized
e handle of the top right-hand
1t yielded. The drawer was
III open; she pulled it out; on the |
p of q number of papers lay a folded
cument.
Madame, madame" came De Rich
Gus voice from the other side of the
as he tapped lightly with his
luckles. open! Think IL any of the
wants We're to comet
Monsieur" cried she in an even
as she unfolded Inc glanced at
g document. Before l let you in I
lst dictate terms"
Anything" replied the voice OF the
c. only OPEN
She say De Sartines' signature.
Ided the documen. and gently closed
g drawer. All the time she was
eak1ng TO him In that wonderful level
that told nothing OF her emo
ms or her triumph.
Well, monsieur, my terms are
nple. You must promise me solemnly
t to modest me-"
Yes. yes, I promise"
Not to touch me" AS she advanced
the door she was putting the
cument in her pocket.
i promise"
your word?"
my word
Well. then monsieur. I will open"
e opened the door.