The herald-advance. (Milbank, S.D.) 1890-1922, 1916-11-17

in the fur trade, and the commissaire
has La Barrels ear just now. He rode
by yonder in the carriage a moment
since, and you might think from his
bows he was the governor. And this
marriage? when does it take place.
"On monsieur's safe eturn from the
great West"
The smile came back to his face.
Not so bad that, for It's a long
journey, and might be delayed.
travel with him, you know, and we
depart at daybreak. What else did
this Chevet have to say?"
only a threat that If ever you me
near me again his fingers would feel
your throat. monsieur. He spoke of
hate between himself and your father"
The eyes upon mine lost their toler-
ant smile. and grew darker. and
marked the fingers OF his hand clinch.
That was like enough, for my
father was little averse to a quarrel,
although he seldom made boast Of 1t
afterwards. And SO this Hugo Chcvet
threatened me! l am not OF the blood.
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lightly. Yet wait-why came you to
me with such a tale? Have you nc
friends?"
"None, monsieur" I answered grave
~, and regretfully, other than the
nuns to whom | went to school, and
they are useless In such q case"
He walked across the room. once,
twice. his head bent In thought, and
l watched him, half frightened lest
l had angered him.
Have l done very wrong. Q
sieur7'
He stopped. his eyes on my face.
He must have perceived my perplex-
ity, for he smiled again, and pressed
my hand gently.
III - the angels must judge" he
answered stoutly. As for me, I am
very glad you DO me this honor. I
but ssek the best plan Of service,
mademoisells, for l stand between ysu
and this sacrifice with much pleasure.
You shall not marry Cassion while I
wear q sword"
But not violence. monsieur"
planning and scheming Is not ny
way, nor Am l good at 1t. A soldier
Of La Sale needs more to understand
action, ana the D'Artigny breed has
ever had faith in steel. l seek no quar-
rel, yet II occasion arise this messen-
ger OF La Barre will and me quito
ready. l know not what may occur.
Mademoiselle: l merely pledge you my
word Of honor that Cassion will no
longer seek your hand. The method
you must trust to me-"
Our eyes met, and his were kind and
smiling. with I confidence in their
depths that strangely heartened me. Be-
fore l realized the action I had given
him my hand.
II do, monsieur, and question no
more, though l pray for peace between
you. Our time is up, sister,"
Yes, my child" she stood IN the
doorway, appearing like some sanity
image. The mother sent me-"
D'Artgny released my hand and
bowed low.
II still rely upon your attendance at
the ball?" he asked. lingering at the
door.
Yes. monsieur"
And may bespeak a dancer
Il cannot say no, although 1t may
cost you dear"
He laughed gayly, his eyes bright
with merriment.
Faith. most pleasures do I find; the
world would be dull enough otherwise.
Till then, mademoiselle, adieu."
We heard his quick step ring on the
stone Of the passage, and Celeste
smiled, her hand on mine.
"A lad Of spirit that. The Sieur de
Il Sale picks his followers we'll. and
knows loyal hearts. The D'Arhgnys
never fail"
You know Of them, sister,"
II knew his father" she answered,
half asham already Of her impulse,
Il gallant man. But come, the mother
would have you visit her"