The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1914-07-06


Guards, yet they call me Lord
Dalhousle in England. and Dorm
here has an estate In Kent, with
a castle on IL"
She turned her eyes from the
one face TO the other.
'You are ranked as gentlemen
In your own country ?.
The captain bowed.
It's not questioned.
Then why not act the part
here. Messieurs2" | am a woman
alone: | will not say of gentle
blood, but of responsibility and
there are those who would draw
sword for me-"
~Ay. I know that beyond a
doubt. Prftheei / would do II
myself; what say you. Dorn?''
THAT l would rather enjoy
the exercise" responded the lieu
tenant 'Tis a week, or more,
since l crossed blades In guar
rel"
with best of excuse" Ayl-
right laughed, for Z is that
length of time we have been on
scout, with not eowardly
frenehman to be seen. Madam
oiselle. perehance you could tell
us where they have gone for
covert"
."Perchance | could. but | will
not"
You are fool them" he re
torted angrily. by Cad. you
\ h4rE xsA- t44l1
| front the others. I'm in com
mand here. Tell me your tale
and, IL II be possible, IN let you
gay. I'll send an escort with
you. Is that fair offer enough3'
The change in the man puzzled
her; l could see that by the little
flown between her eyes
"well?" growIed Albright i'm.
patiently.
| what Is it you wish to know
| Your name and residence
| Mademoiselle; why you were en-
deavoring to ride through oui
lines at night, and who the man
was that was killed."
| And If | answer I go free?'
THAT must depend" he
| AauB AACds ou say AAA Ao SoAA
tleman, MademoiselIe; but, by
Cad | am a soldier"
Very well, Monsieur; ] will
| try IL you be even that" she re.
piled quietly, determined on hel
eoalfse. Il am Henrietta Valois
a maid of Cambria. daughter oi
the Commissionaire-you know
him."
Albright shook his head. Tis
not a town l have ever seen-a
French villegef"
ITO the south ten miles," her
face Frightening. Il was al
Douai with my aunt-Madame
D'Estelle-when the news came
| that my father was shot by the
Austrians and the man who rode
| to tell me was our servant
| Francois La Barge. He knew
the road, and would guide me
| back. We rode at night, and
were unchallenged until we met
you. 1t was Francois La Barge
who was killed
IT'S q sweet tale" comment
ed Albright moekfngly, did we
not chance to recognize the In
noeenfs servant. Saints alive! the
| fellow was our prisoner three
DAYS ago, but escaped u.s."
There was the tramp of horses
hoofs without, the challenge of a
sentinel, and the gruff sound OF
a voice speaking German. Both
officers were instantly on their
| feet. and, at a word from Anvil
right, Dorm slipped through the
door into the darkness
The captain swore, staring at
| the girl, who had also arisen.
by st. George, a detachment
of Dutch" he exclaimed. Little
as I think of your story, it will
not do for them to find you here,
They are scavenger wolves. Wait
-ah, have it, Dorm will hold
them there a minute. Up the
ladder with you to the loft, draw
| 1t after.
| The lady stepped to the foot
of the ladder. She fully recog-
nized her danger-rude as these
English had been, Dutch OF
Austrian troops would be in
finitely worse
| drew back silently into the
deeper shadows. The light stream
ing up through. the opening-en-
abled me to see her, as she bent
over and drew up the light lad