Charlevoix county herald. (East Jordan, Mich.) 189?-1953, 1917-11-02

snowy arms and bosoms flashed past
me and disappeared, and the od0rs
from the conservatory were suffocat'
ing. Fascinating II was; but ! sudden
ly realized that such a public station
was no place for an unlimited
guest, and 30 made my way TO the
garden. knowing that my girl would
naturally escape from the heat OF the
house when the dance was over.
must see her soon, for dared not un-
mask with the rest. Before long |
must have my message, and 20 to
where il would lead me.
Under the brilliant moon outside it
was quiet enough, and but few We're
moving about the grounds that
stretched down TO the low bluffs on
the Hudson. I took my stand beneath
a tree, and did not have long to wait.
Presently the music ceased. and
among the first to leave the ballroom
was Agnes. She was not now with
the merry monarch, but leaned on the
arm OF a tall troubadour, the sword he
wore looking out of place with the toy
guitar slung over his shoulder, and
the girls laugh was as free as il both
her mind and heart were clear OF
aught TO worry them.
At distance followed the two.
They left the garden, passed
through the belt OF trees bordering it..
crossed the broad stretch OF lawn, and
walked on to the disused and. dis
hat aH M
the bluff. II was an earthwork thrown
up by Putnam just before the disast-
rous battle OF Brookland, and was now
overgrown with grass. 1t made an
ideal trysting- place, being far from
the house, and under the moonlight IL
looked large and mysterious.
AS the two came 10 the edge OF the
slope | hurried forward, fastened by
st. Pauls clock that doomed out the
hour of twelve. 1t was high time that
| made myself known.
"Benedicite, daughter" | said i'm a
voice befitting my character. But
thou hast not seen fit to make thy
confession as becomes thee! When
may | hear it?"
Ny sole answer TO this was an en-
preston of unalloyed CONSERVATION.
The girl dropped the arm of her
escort and stared at me as il seeing
a ghost.
you are annoying the lady and in
truding, sir" exclaimed the trouba.
dour, who had unmasked and showed
the irritated but handsome face Of a
man about thirty.
THAT is for the lady TO tell me-"
returned in my natural voice.
by ST. George! You of the cowl."
was The prompt reply, ut is for me TO
teach you respect for"
Gentlemen! Gentlemen" inter
posed Agnes. Il will permit no quar-
reling, Sir Troubadour, know this
this monk. / have promised an audi
ence of five minutes. VIII you pardon
me-and return in that time?"
rs it your wish, madam"
1T is my wish. am not being
coerced." She laughed, but it was
with an effort that was apparent TO
me. The man swept the ground with
the plume Of his cap and turned To
me-
Are you afraid to disclose your
identity, Sir Monk" he asked soon
fully.
Not in the least, Sir Tinker" |
replied, pulling off my mask.
Il will now know you again, sir" he
said with a palpable sneer.
Now, God be praised for your
good memory! l am complimented,"
He made no remark to this, only
biting his lip as he bowed and left
us.
why have you not gomez" asked
the girl feverishly, when we were
alone.
Because | have but recently come"
| said, with a sudden and instructive
knowledge of what had happened.
But you know how important II is.
You have read my note and"
Madam, | have not been your Wis
avis in Il minuet," ! returned. But
my counterpart has. There are two
monks"
ned, then threw up her fair, round
arms.
"Oh, God preserve u.s." she ex-
claimed, dashing her hands together.
Il ruined myself and you!" In the
moonlight her face went white, the
rouge standing dark against her
cheeks.
"Why did on write? What was
the note?" | demanded, catching her
by the wrist. for IL was imperative
that she retained her self-control.
II wrote because there was a mass
Of detail which you could not have re.
membered without studying. II was
about Arnold, who had been ordered
TO Virginia with sixteen hundred men
to ravage the colony. Washington
should know at once. And there was
pass | coaxed from the governor.
But the paper was unsigned"
Here was strenuous piece OF
information. I could have screamed.
Was the note in plain English?" I