The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1916-11-04

/ he CHASTITY forms lying here and
there were grim reminders OF the
horror Of a moment before. could
scarcely believe the testimony of
my own eyes, that these men were
actually dead-that d'Envtile and
had met them sword to sword, and
conquered.
A shudder ran over me. and my
head throbbed with a dull pain.
Then became conscious that
Mademoiselle had risen from her
knees.
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS are we
10 do now?"
"In TRUTH" replied, ashamed of
myself, and seeking for words of
Encouragement. you are the sol
der. l the girl, 1t would seem.
was moping hero with brain
paralyzed. What shall we do,
Mademoiselle? Why. we must find
our way out before more villains
bar the passage"
you think there are more?"
THAT do not know. Ay! there
must be, unless they have fled, for
4 larger number than those who lie
dead here were on guard in that
lower hall. You saw them"
yes, Monsieur; there were
others, four or five. perhaps"
That was my memory; no doubt
the towards slipped away unseen.
afraid to follow. Well, such as
they will not serve to halt us. You
tired your pistol, Mademoiselle. I
had better load 1t again before we
CO."
while was engaged at this task
she moved nearer the wall. as tho
seeking to avoid the bodies. Sud-
denly she gave a little cry of sur
prise.
"Monsieur-who are they?"
She pointed to the southwark,
and, with a step. I stood beside
her. sharply gazing across the
marsh toward the distant forest. A
short column of horsemen was
riding toward the castle.
That they were soldiers was evi.
dent to me at glance, yet the
distance prevented my eyes from
distinguishing the uniform.
"Ay! they are soldiers. and COM
ing here. but cannot tell IL they
be enemies or friends" | said at
last. This is neutral ground,
secuted over by detachments from
both camps" -
you cannot tell! you do not
see!" her dark eyes shone, as they
met mine. why, Monsieur, l can
distinguish the uniform Of the Off
GER in front-it-it is like the one
you wear; they are OF the Irish
Brigade"
| leaned out over the wall. and
looked again. They were indeed
Royal Irlandais-and we were safe!
My one thought was regret--it
would mean our parting never to
meet again! The barrier OF rank
rose inevitably between us, enforc-
ing separation and a life apart.
She, the daughter of the Marquis
d'Enville, would go back to the
court, leaving me to the old life
of camp and field. The dream was
done.
felt the light touch of her hand
on my sleeve, and lifted my eyes
to her face. ->-f
what Is it, Monsieur? You are
not glad"
For your dear sake. yes, Made.
moiselle," | answered gravely. 81
rejoice at your safety. But surely
you must realize what this will
mean? You will return to Paris,
and resume your position. Louis
will never dare avow his connec-
ton with this diabolical plot Of de
Saules. He will smile and dis
semble as a monarch can. And |
well, all / shall retain Of you will
be the momory that once was
Of service"
"And why, Monsieur" her voice
earnest and sincere. shall not
still remain Camille d'Enville"
"Of whose nature you have told
me-a creature Of moods; change
able as the strange weave of silk
given your name. Think you
have so soon forgotten the warning
of what difference the dawn of
morrow might bring?"
There was an instant of silence.
Then-"This Is the morrow, Mon
sieur"
And your"
I'll have not changed"
Incredulously, scarcely under
standing, | could but grasp her ex-
tended hands.
Look at me,' I cried eagerly.
81 would see your eyes. You
mean"
The long lashes lifted shyly, a
sweet smile In the depths of the
eyes suddenly revealed.
IT'S the end of soldiers story;
Just a chapter or two torn from
out the history of fighting race.
The sunshine was on our faces, the
light OF love in our hearts, and
down below my comrades rode
steadily to the rescue. For me the
world was won.
THE END.