Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1921-09-03
EVENING EDITION.

understand. sir, how It 81 impossible
him to come TO you. RLuckily, his
mama was published among those Of
ficers Of the Petit reres who tell on
the 10th Of August---in That lies his
safety-so far as II is believed
The entrance OF the ervah Pre-
vented further speech, and, even when
tpa meal was cleared away, the old
man sat silent. Whilst his visitor
Mad been eating the nobleman had
taken from his pocket the letter he
Mad received from his son the day
before. He had read It through, and
now he sat, the paper hanging Ampiy
from his fingers. gazing into the
flames ID
watched the freight play shadow
tricks mon the shapely features OF
his host, The heavy wooden shut
tiers had been barred across the win
| dows. and a candelabra Of three
branches shed an oasis&of hgnt over
the fruit and decantera. n remote
corners Of the splendid room We're
in deep shadow, in which loomed tne
ltndistinct shapes. Of furniture and the
dull CLEAN of mirrors. PORTRAITS q
dead and gone owners OF h hatea
looked down from the paneled Walls
as though wondering what hat
come Of the gay jewellers OF their own
time, and why it was that the hall ct
the Dartignys was SO deeoiafe.
freight flickered upon the tarnished
frames, and here and there was the
cold sheep or armor
The Marquis looked mp suddenly.
you must forgive. me. Monsieur
Paramount. I was thinking" he tap
ped tho letter with a white and taper
Ing forefinger. land I was wonderine'
too, at this. Did Gaspard tell you
what he wants me to do
Remy Paramount nodded.
81 understood that I am to see tina
you and your granddaughter. reach
Fecamp in safety. We OF Gaspard's
have refused to accept from them I
have arranged-@
The old a-ristocrat held up : pros
testing hand.
Over fast, my young sir, you go
over fast. I am under no oath OF
obedience t my son.. Under
stand me. I will not leave the Chateau
de Cauville." ls%sgs
But, Monsieur le Marquis. you do
not appreciate the"
Il appreciate enough to know that
I will not be driven from my home
by a pack Of wolvess Besides my
people round here love me; I have
no g Of them. They will not for
set h cornI nave distributed among
them in their lean years, the rents I
hvea refused to- accept from them. I
In danger from my peasants? It is
absurd"
Paramount sat looking into the fire
for a few moments, then he rose and
faced the Marquis de Dartigny, into
whose pale cheeks a tnge Of color
had come.
1T DIS hateful to me-" Remy said
at last, "to dispel Illusions, but my
duty IS clear. You, who have lived
your life in these peaceful solitudes
can have only one slight idea Of what
Is taking place back there in Paris
1t is no. your peasants: you have to
fear. When I tell you that at this
moment n OF the bloodiest Of the
Terrorists is sitting drinking at the
Stag OF Navarro in Blois, perhaps
you will allow that Gaspard and my
self are acting rightly
Remy paused. Perhaps he ex-
pected an answer; but the Marquis
sat silent, his eyes fixed on the speak
er's face.
Perhaps, Monsieur lie Marquis, the
name of Herat conveys nothing to
you; to us Who know him it spells
all that is hellish In human, or, rather
inhuman. nature. This man is the
friend OF Fouquier-Tinville 1t Is he
who prepares the fatal lists for the
daily sittings in the Maison de JUS
tice. Your son knows the names
which APPEAR
Continued Monday Evening.