Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1913-11-21


bodies of men not entirely consistent
with his conclusions; for, as they
drew nearer, both parties slackened
their pace, suspiciously to scrutinize
each other.
Twenty-Five number agreed upon!"
muttered the Marquis, and squirting on
fast, led his troops nearer the cross.
Not many PAGES distant the word
was given to halt, and, as they obeyed,
on the other side of the monument the
strange men likewise drew rein. At
the same moment, there flashed on tho
captive's mind q discovery. These
faces, looking so grimly out over the
marshy field at them, were not the
wooden visages Of paid soldiers, but Of
men he knew-his men! Across the
space separating the two parties he
could read their quick looks-their
satisfaction-their complacencyl He
watched them with eyes in which
1 pride and tenderness mingled. And
then, for the first time, did he observe
they had brought some one with them
Ia woman, or a girl-the Governors
daughter!
The bold black eyes Of the prisoner
regarded her fixedly. What did 1t
mean? said his keen gaze. Colorless
as marble, my lady held herself very
erect on her horse; then while his
glance yet probed her, the proud face
slowly changed; on the cold cheek
youths bright banner fiared high. The
young man turned; following the d.
rection Of her gaze, looked at the Mar
quis; my lords. features radiated fe-
licitations; his eyes shone with well
come. And q fuller understanding
came over the prisoner; in some mys-
terious manner had the Lady Elise
been made captive, and now had the
nobleman come to escort his betrothed
back to the palace.
Even as the Black Seigneur reached
this conclusion, he became cognizant
his bonds had been loosened; the reins
placed in his hands. "You are free, !"
said voice and mechanically he rode
toward his comrades.
Thus, near the crumbling and time
worn cross, was the exchange of pris.
oners effected; the girl whirled away
by my lord, who seemed fearful OF
treachery, and the Black Seigneur left
to the greeting Of his men.
Nov, by the tuneful Nine'-the
poet, Gabriel Gabarie, pushing his bur
ly form to the front, was the first tc
extend hand-"but, from your looks
the Governor looks i'll to the welfare
!. Of his lodgers!"
"And had we not captured my lady,
spoke up another, gazing after the
"a party Of the Marquis, "he would have
looked yet worse to the welfare Of ont
u Of them, no doubt"
le Drink this, Seigneur;" cried {
le third; you must drink this-a spe
'o cial bottle we brought for the occa
o. sion!"
|; "Sent by old Pierre when he hear,
le we were coming for you'll" added tn
poet. "Your drinking-cup, lads! Ur
u fasten the skin for yourselves! T
y mon capitainel"-
81 Once, twice, deeply they drunk
10 toast and vintage alike to their taste
rn then Strengthening, looked at the Blac
Seigneur whose eyes yet burned in th
ne direction my lady had gone. With
nd start he seemed to recall himself
n the demands Of the moment; his frs
ge questions they expected; the ship
ot where did she lie? Snug and trim
re a neighboring cove, ready to slip ou
Is. If occasion required and dange
he pressed-which contingency they di
In not just then expect, since at til
w moment was his Excellency more col
he cerned with affairs on the land tha
te- matters pertaining to the sea. Whl
at these paramount interests were, tt
lite young man, on whose thin cheek no
INT burned little color, did not at ont
ask; only gazed inquiringly over IL
liz group, where one, whom he might ha7
OF expected, was absent.
to "Sanchez-he is not with your"
A look of constraint appeared f
an instant on the poets face.
mo, he's with the people, expet
You see," he went on, things ha'
been happening since you elected
OF enact the mountebank. The bees ha
LIST been busy, and this little hive tn
ON call France Is now full Of bother al
act hustle. The bees that work have be-
ate buzzing about those that don't; tn
w. luouS q 6iSdI uOi60 at NCl ClcdilCcp "
for the King Drone only listened; did n
lea, try to stop it, fearing their sting. TIL
rem hummed at the door Of the Basti
nth until the parasite bees, not liking
ent music, opened the doors, let them
ent in"
mo. "The Bastile has fallen?" T
|, listeners voice rang out; his ey
gal. searching sharply the features of I
the bard, seemed to demand only
nth truth, plain, unadorned.
by "It has," answered the other grave
ris' "And the tune sung in and arou
liar Paris has kept on spreading III
zed now 1t is everywhere! You may h'
Ion it In the woods; along the marsh'
out over the strand! The very Mou
to immovable, seems to listen. WI
who will the storm break? Today?
Why morrow? It needs but a word fr