The Tabor independent. [volume] (Tabor, S.D.) 1913-19??, 1913-10-09


these thought. . chii.I IDEA suddAp,y
crossed her mind.
was it possible for De sartines to or.
der the release Of De Lussac3 Had az
order OF release. like an order OF Inn
prisonment, to be signed by the kingf
II this were so, the harmony Of her
plan would be spoiled; she would have
to wait TIL the morrow for the comics
release. Ms
She was considering this point when
the sound OF the bell below made her
start. She listened. Steps sounded ON
n stairs, leaving the drawing-room,
she entered the boudoir.
Scarcely had she done so when the
door Of the boudoir opened and she
found herself faca to face with De LUIS
sac.
De Lussac, when he left the house Of
Jean Jacques Rousseau, found that the
evening was much lighter than he ex.
pected. R0usseau's house with its mar
row dusty windows and atmosphere Of
age and gloom was almost In darkness
but she Rue Plastriere vas fully light
ed. With a few francs, which he Dor.
rowed from the philosopher, he hired
a passing cabriolet which set him down
at the corner OF the Rue Peysette.
He a now no fear Of compromising
the woman he loved by going to her
house, knowing as he did the weapon
oAAO ASAh a6AAAlc III ChOlLlC0s r '.
For o second they stood, he at the
door, she in the middle OF the room, as
X doubling each others existence; the
next, she was In his arms. .t
You are freei"
II am free. mordieu; yes, I am free"
they catch me again. They arrested
me when I left your house yesterday,
and ! broke nj Of the Bastile today
disguised as my kinsman, De Richelieu.
But before I tell of myself, tell me Of
what you have done. All, I know! /
have heard OF your devotion, but tell
the d do e misa y9ur own lips You have
She laughed. Eyes, and a frightful
price I had to pay for IT,"
II had to kiss Monsieur de Rich
elieu." ~
you are forgiven" laughed De Las.
a (. .a....a. ...
II let him embrace me-"
you are forgiven"
Il promised him"
. "What?"
Never mind" ,"s.
But tell me" 49,. 81
Tell me first, my friend, your adj
ventures; mine are the adventures of
a woman whose only Weapons were q
kiss n a promise, scarcely worth re-
counting. Tell me-"
He told her briefly but graphically;
told her of h prison he had escaped
from and its horrors; of De Richelieu,
whom he had left half strangled on
the bed; Of Beauregard, whom he had
left half dead in the wood-yard; of the
agent OF police whom he had fellsd,
the carriage he had stolen, and of
Rousseau, with whom he had sought
shelter.
Like Rousseau, as she listened she
could scarcely believe that the elegant
De Lassac, this poet and dreamer, was
the man who had done these things.
49," said she when he had finished,
you r still pursued2"
De Lussac laughed. by my faith,
yes. Not that I care now that, thanks
to you; we have De sartines in our
power"
MY friend" said she, "till the game
is finished n neve knows the. end
ing. Should De Sartines free himself
by some master-stroke, you would be
lost and In a worse position than be-.
fore, because our treatment Of the
Due De Richelieu would be held
against you; and should Monsieur
Beauregard die, which God forbid, they
would perhaps exact your life as pay
ment for his.
Attend to me-. When I start for
Vienna tonight you must accompany
me on the box-seat of my carriage.
Monsieur Georges, my landlord, from
whom l rented this house, has left in
the lumber room. among other things,
some clothes that belonged to his
lackeys. Rosine will show you the
room. Disguise yourself, then go to
Vaudrin. the livery-stable keeper in
the Rue de la Harpe, ask to see the
trayeling-carriage that is to call for
me here at ten o'clock; examine it as
a good servant should; test the springs,
see that the axles are f%aultless; and
when the hour comes, arrive, on the
box My poor Armand, you must be
content to be my servant till we ar
rive at Vienna"
Il shall be your servant till I die"
Yes, but not my lackey-"
AS h spoke the clock on the man.
tel struck eight. She rang the bell for
Rosine.
Now you must 60, and we shall not
meet again till you open the carriage
door for me at ten o'clock. There IS
Rosine; go, my friend, for I am expect
ing Mon6ieur de Sartines."
Monsieur de Sartines?"
Yes, and Monsieur de Maupeou, and
Madame de Stenlis, and several other
brilliant people who are much DINNER
since l have a to deal with them. Till
ten o'clock, then"
De Lussac kissed her hand.
What plan she was about to execute
he did not know, but he felt vaguely
uneasy, knowing as he did her spirit.
her hatred of the minister Of police,
and the latter's power n capacity for
trickery.
He left the room, following Rosine.
and Madame Linden, passing into the
drawing-room, sat down to await
events.