The Washington times., 1920-07-04
CHAPTER Iv.-Writins the WIN.
(ceasinssa from Last Sunday

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beast across the cobbles and
through the stone archway to the
street. He gave d, glance behind
him to see that all was quiet. then
mounted and, taking the way that
lay southwark, left the city by the
Barrier d'Artois.
The plains of Touraine stretched
out gray to the horizon in q level
monotony. and the little marshy
lakes reflected the glory Of the set
ting sun. Behind the horseman tn a
towers and minarets of the city
showed q delicate tracery against
the evening sky and from some
belfry q peal of bells sounded.
Once free of the city, Remy had al
lowed the bride to slip unheeded
upon the name and was letting his
horse make his own pace, whilst
the rider gave himself up to specu'
lation on why 1t was that Herat
the friend of the Terror and daily
companion of Fouquier-Tinville,
should be 80 far from Paris.
He knew that the Convention
was in the habit of sending out
pro-consuls to spy upon the doings
bf the provincial tribunals, but he
did not remember having heard
that Blois had tribunal. He told
himself that 1t must be the big
gest Of game that could draw Herat
away from the happy hunting
ground of the capital, and he
cursed him roundly for his pres
ence at the Star Of Navarro
For the last two hours Remy nas
been promising himself the com
fort of wine and supper, comfort
not easily understood save by those
who have spent twenty hours In
the saddle, and his horse had
doubtless, in his own way, had very
similar thoughts. And now, to be
forced into the remaining two miles
of his journey-which he had in
tended to resume, refreshed, in the
morning-was not pleasant. Be.
sides. the little hamlet of Massey,
which was his destination, boasted
but a poor rest for travellers--and
they would not be expecting him
at the Chateau de Chauville until
the morrow. On second thought,
however. Remy told himself that
Herats presence in Blois compli-
Gated matters. and his errand,
which hitherto had seemed to call
for no undue haste. now took on
new and more sinister significance.
So deep In thought was he that
the distance seemed covered in
less time than he had imagined pos
sible, and raising his eyes he was
surprised to see the little cluster
of red roofs nesting among the foil
age Of the chestnut trees, and
which, with the church, composed
the village of Massey.
The house lying back from the
road and showing the sign of the
"Three Lilies" was a poor enough
substitute for the "Star of Ma
varre," but, to the saddle-weary
man, 1t at least promised rest and
refreshment. AS he pulled up be-
fore the low doorway some peas.
ants. who were taking their thin
wine on bench outside, looked up
surlily.
Remy Paramount smiled grimly
as he dismounted. Time was when
these men would have sprung up,
hat in hand, to do aim service.
now-well, it was the turn OF the
people and why should they leave
their wine to hold the bride of a
stranger who, like enough, was an
;. aristocrat and an enemy of the
glorious Revolution that was to do
30 much for them and theirs?
There was little of the aristocrat
showing in Paramount, as, travel.
stained and dirty, he tied his horse
to a ring let into the post OF the
door and made his way inside the
house. Jacques, the landlord
whose great difficulty in these
times was to restrain from ad,
dressing his guests as monsieur"
and from bowling low before them
met him in the passage.
"Er-Citizen Paramount, is Il
not? You are from Parish"
Yes, jacques beg pardon,
Citizen Jacques. To-day France
groans under the citizen curse.
Oh, / don't mind!" as the innkeep-