Audubon Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Iowa) 1894-1925, 1916-08-31

the crucitix above the door, and the
one partially open window, set deep
in the stone wall.
Soon | was dimly aware that some
one had entered the apartment. 1t
was the mother superior, looking
smaller than ever in the gloom, and
behind her, framed in the narrow door
way, his eyes smiling as though in
enjoyment of my confusion, stood
D'Artigny. l climbed down from the
bench, feeling my cheeks burn hotly,
and made obesiance. The mothers
soft hand rested on my hair, and there
was silence, SO deep heard the pound
ing of my heart.
Child" said the mother, her voice
low but clear. Rise that may see
your face. All! it has not so greatly
changed in the years, save that the
eyes hold knowledge of sorrow. Sis
ter Celeste hath told me your story,
and IL 1t be sin for me to grant your
request then must abide the penance,
for it is in my heart to do so. Until
/ send the sister you may speak alone
with Monsieur d'Artigny."
She drew slightly aside, and the
young man bowed low, hat in hand,
then stood erect, facing me, the light
from the window on his face.
"At your command, mademoiselle,"
he said quietly. 1.-THE mother tells me
you have need of my services. This
Hugo Chevet-he is brute. know
Is his abuse beyond enduranceT'
mo, no." | fastened to explain. In
his way he is not unkind. The truth
is he has lived so long in the woods
alone, he scarcely speaks. He-he
would marry me to Monsieur Cassion."
Never will forget the look of sheer
delight on his face as these words
burst from me. His hand struck the
bench and he tossed back the long
hair from his forehead, his eyes merry
with enjoyment.
'Ah, good by all the saints, it's
even as hoped. Then have no fear
of my sympathy, mademoiseIle. Moth
ing could please me like clash with
that perfumed gallant. He doth per-
secute you with his wooingT
HE has not spoken, save to Chevet:
yet 1t is seemingly all arranged with
out my being approached"
mo doubt they are hand in glove
I'm the fur trade, and the commissaire
has La Barre's ear just now. He rode
by yOnder in the carriage 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 return from the
great West"
The smile came back to his face.
mot so bad that, for It's long
journey, and might be delayed.
travel with him, You know, and we
depart at daybreak. What else did
this Chevet have to sayf"
only a threat that IL ever you came
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 clineh.
THAT was like enough, for my
father was little averse to a quarrel,
although he seldom made boast Of II
afterwards. And so this Hugo Chevet
threatened me! ! am not of the blood,
mademoiselle, to take such things
lightly. Yet wait-why came you to
me with such a tale? Have you no
fyiendsr
None, monsieur" I answered grave
Iy, and regretfully, 'other than the
nuns to whom | went to school, and
they are useless in such a case"
He walked across the room, once,
twice, his head bent In thought. and
watched him, half frightened lest
had angered him.
"Have done very wrong, mon
sieurT'
He stopped. his eyes on my face.
He must have perceived my perplex-
ity, for he smiled again, and pressed
my hand gently.
"If so the angels must judge" he
answered stoutly. ''As for me, | am
very glad you do me this honor. /
but seek the best plan Of service.