The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1922-08-10
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[ hear, until he was killed in a duel.
She lived in Paris with the boy, sent
him to school here at home, and he
was at Yale when the wal broke out.
He was technically a French subject,
30 he went back to serve his time.
"Still, he's an American now. Calls
himself Henry GramOnt, and would
drop the prince stuff altogether if these
French people around here would let
him.
A page brought the, domino. Fell,
discarding the mask. threw the domino
about his shoulders, and the two men
left the club in company.
They sought their destination afoot
the home Of the banker Joseph Mail
lard. The streets were riotOuS, filied
with an eddying. laughing crowd OF
masquers and merrymakers OF all ages
and sexes; confetti twirled through
the air, horns were ~deafening. and
laughing voices rose into sharp screams
of u~nrestrained delight.
AT last gaining st. Charles avenue,
with the Maillard residence a half
dozen blocks distant, the two compan-
Ions found themselves well away from
the main carnival throngs.
AS they walked along they were sud-
denly aware of Il 1.-the figure approach
ing from the rear; with ii running leap
and an exclamation of delight the fig
ure forced itself in between them,
grasping an arm of either man, and
"A hontArinu Nnipn hrnIn In ,tAnn thnir
train OF talk.
Forfeit - it cried. "Forfeit-where
are your masks, sober gentlemen? This
grave physician may be p%ardOned, but
not a domino who refuses to mask!
And for forfeit you shall be my escort
and take me whittier you are going"
Laughing, the two fell into step,
glancing at the gay figure between
them. A Columbine, she was both
cloaked and masked. Encircling her
hair was a magnificent scarf shot with
metal designs Of solid gold-a most
unusual thing. Also, from her words
1t was evident that she had recognized
them.
Willingly, fair Columbine," respond
ed Fell in his dry and unimpassioned
tone of voice. 1--WE shall be most happy
indeed to protect and take you with
us"
S far as the door, at least inter-
rupted Ansley, with evident caution.
But Fell drily laughed aside this wary
limitation.
NAY, good physician, farther !" went
on Fell. "Our Columbine has an excel
lent passport, l assure you. This gauzy
scarf about her raven tresses was
woven for the good Queen H~ortense,
and l would venture a random guess
that. clasped about her slender throat,
lies the queens collar Of star sap
phires-"
"Oh!" From the Columbine broke a
cry Of warning and swift dismay.
Don't you dare speak my name, sir
don't you dare!"
Fell assented with a chuckle, and
subsidized.
Ansley regarded his two companions
with sidelong curiosity. He could not
recognize Columbine, and he could not
tell whether Fell was speaking of the
scarf and jewels In jest or earnest.
Such historic things were not uncom-
mon in New Orleans, yet Ansley never
heard Of these particular treasures.
However, 1t seemed that Fell knew
their companion. and accepted her as a
fellow guest at the Maillard house.
What are you doing out on the
streets alone?" demanded Fell, sud-
denly. Haven't you any friends or
relatives to take care Of your"
Columbine's laughter pealed out, and
she pressed Felrs arm %confidingly.
Have l not some little rights in the
world, monsleurY" she said in French.
Il have been mingling with the dear
crowds and enjoying them, before / go
to be buried in the dull splendors Of
the rich mans house. Tell me, do you
think that the Midnight Masquer will
make an appearance ~tonightT"
~ have every reason to believe that
he WILL" said Jachin Fell, gravely.
Columbine put one hand to her
throat, and shivered a trife.
"You-you really think so? You are
hot lying " lIiShtCu ulC! IIcT NoiCS
was no longer gay. "But-the jewels
II they are taken by the Masquer-"
I'm that case" said Fell, 'let the
blame be mine entirely. If they are
lost, little Columbine, others will be
lost with them, fear not! l think that
this party would be a rich haul for the
Masquer, Ell? Take the rich man and
his friends-they could bear plucking,
that crowds! Rogues ALL"
"Confound you, Fellw exclaimed
Ansley, uneasily. IF the bandit does
show up there would be the very devil
to payw
And Maillard would do the paying"
Felrs dry chuckle held a note of Bit
terness. Let him. Who cares? Look
at his house. there, blazing with lights.
Why pays for those lights? The people
his financial tentacles have closed their
suckerlike grip upon. His wife's Jew
els have been purchased with the coin
Of oppression and injustice. His sons
life is one Of roguery and drunken
wildness-"
Man. are you mad?" Ansley indi.
Gated the Columbine between them.
'sWe're not alone here-you must not