The Washington times., 1920-07-04

horses. f0u nave your pessports-
you are pstriotsf"
For answer Remy stood up and
raised his glass. ITO the Conven-
tlon," he said. "and to those brave
men who are nkhting the peoples
battle In Psrislk And. when he
had drained his tiass. Good wine.
citizen. but wish 1t were the blood
Of the Austrian womenl"
The other man smiled his sppro-
bation.
"Ths Austrian's blood viii now
sure enough, citizen. Your senti-
msnts do you q vast credit They
are wanting men such ~ you In
Paris"
"Ah, Paris! What room is there
for q wine-merchant's clerk among
the patriots theref'
-Yoa would help, eAf Give me
your name. citizen; have infiuen-
tai friends in the committee"
The speaker paused and took a
SIP at his glass.
II wonder" he went on. eyeing
the other shrewdly. whether you
passed on your road a party of an
old man with q aNchild-a little girl
and an, English nursef I am act
ing on orders received from Paris"
"They are emigresf"
"Sursly!"
For some moments Remy sat
gazing at the dying fire. his brows
knit together in thought. The Re-
publican watched him narrowly.
"supposing l can help, you-what
do -"
"Then there is q career awaiting
you in Paris. Great events make
great opportunities. You have my
word on It."
"Well. citizen. my news may
amount to but little. II was
/ league the other side OF Lilleburne.
We were passing q little wood Of
pines that lay back from the road.
We had noticed thin spiral Of
smoke above the trees, but had
given 1t no thought. AS we drove
on, however, q woman came run
ming from the little wood. calling
to us and asking for a little milk.
She was English, citizen, and said
she wanted the milk for little girl
who was Ill"
The man from Paris was draw
ing on the boots he had taken OF
ss Remy finished speaking. He
was laboring under intense excite
ment and in his eyes was the fero-
cious look of the animal who scents
its game. His instructions had
been explicit. Herat, his master.
looked upon the arrest Of the ci-
devant Marquis de Daftigny as es-
sential to his reputation, and to the
more important capture Of the son
and those who helped him to his
reward would themselves reap plen-
tifully. So the man from Paris
was drawing on his boots.
He jumped to his feet, and
snatching his hat from the table
made for the door. He did not see
the smile on the face of the man
by the fire.
tCome, citizen. the rain has
ceased and the moon is up. Show
me The road now. There is little
time to lose. 1 may start tonight" I"
The two men passed out through
the kitchen of the inn. The rain
had indeed stopped falling, but a
iboistsrous wind showered the
drops from the trees and scattered
the white petals Of the apple bios
SONS. The moon, mist-ringed,
showed through a storm wrack of
clouds as Remy took his compan-
ion by the arm and led him across
the orchard to where, behind a
hedge, the pale light showed the
ruts and puddles of the high-road.
81 can point you the direction
from that rising ground in the cor
ner yonder. We should see the
lights Of Bolbec from there. You
are stranger in these parts, citi.
zen?"
The other did not answer and
they made their way between the
apple trees until they reached the
corner Indicated by Remy. Here
low, fiat wall separated the or
chard from the road.
ALLOW me, citizen" The young
er man held out his hand. Step
up. / will follow you-so."
AS the. little man leaned on
Remy's arm the latter stepped
nimbly aside and, losing his bal,
ance, the man from Paris fell heav-
lily to the ground. The next mo-
ment Remy, his hand pressed
tightly over his victims mouth,