Perth Amboy evening news., 1922-06-26
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to Gavrillac."
Andre. you must not. 1t is
death to youl In her alarm she
backed her horse. and pulled it
across the road to bar his way.
"Aline. on one condition only"
And that?"
THAT you swear TO me you will
v seek the aid of NJ. de La Tour
d'Azyr on my behalf"
"Since you insist, and as time
presses. I consent"
Obediently he swung down from
his horse and surrendered the reins
to her.
She was gone and he stood listen
ing to the receding clopper-clop of
hoofs until it grew faint in the dis
lance.
BOOK II: THE BUSKIN
CHAPTER I
Coming presently upon the Re-
don road Andre-Louis, obeying in
stinct rather than reason. turned
his face to the south, and plodded
YEARLY and mechanically forward.
He had no clear idea of whittier he
was going. or of whittier he should
go. All that imported al the mo-
ment was to put as great a distance
as possible between Gavrillac and
himself.
Midway across the vast common
to the north OF Guignen he came to
a halt. Beyond doomed a tall build
ing which he knew to be an open
barn, standing on the edge of a long
stretch of meadowland. 1t was as
big as a house, yet consisted of no
more than a roof carried upon half
a dozen tall. brick pillars. But
densely packed under that roof was
a great stack OF hay that promised
a warm couch oil SO cold a night.
He cleared a trough for his body,
and lying down in it. covered him
self to the neck with the hay he had
removed. Within five minutes he
was soundiy asleep.
When next he awakened, the sun
vas already high in the heavens.
Then to his awakening senses came
a drone of voices close at hand, to
which at first he paid little heed.
cot, mon Dieu. Leandre, let US
separate at once. If it should be my
And upon this a mans voice
broke in, calm and reassuring:
NO, no. Climene; you are mis-
taken. There is no one coming. We
are quite safe. Why do you start at
shadows?"
More was not needed to reassure
Andre-Louis. He had overheard
enough to know that this was but
the case of a pair of lovers who,
with less to fear Of life. were yet
after the manner of their kind
more timid of heart than he.
In the space of cropped meadow
between the barn and the hedge
stood a man and a woman. both
young. The man was a well-set-up.
comely fellow, with a fine head of
chestnut hair tied in a queue by a
broad bow of black satin. He was
dressed with certain tawdry at
tempts at ostentatious embellish-
ments. which did not progresses one
at first glance in his favor.
The child-she "a not more than
that, perhaps twenty at the most
possessed, in addition to the allure
ments of face and shape that went
very lei perfection, a sparkling vi
vacity and a grace of movement the
like of which Andre-Louis did not
held assembled in one person.
He could not have told you why,
but he was conscious that it aG-
grieved him to find her so intimate
with this pretty young fellow, who
was partly clad. as it appeared, IL
the cast-offs of a nobleman. He
could not guess her station, but the
speech that reached him was Gull
tured in tone and word. He strained
to listen.
THAT is what my heart desires,
Leandre, but I am beset by fears
lest your strategem should be too
late. I am to marry this horrible
Marquis of Sbrufadelli this very
day. He arrives at oon He comes
to sign the contract-to make me
the Marchioness of Sbrufadelli. Oh"
1t was a cry of pain from hat ten
der young heart. Save me. LeandIe
Save me, You are my only hope"
So her father was marrying e &c
a marquis. That implied birth ON
her side. And yet she was content
to pair of with this dull young ad-
venturer in the furnished lace,
st shall never be-" NJ. Leandre
was storming passionately. Never!
I swear it," And he shook his puny
fist at the blue vault of heaven
Ajax defying Jupiter. "Ah, but here
comes our subtle friend. He will
bring US news, / know"
Andre-Louis looked also in the
direction of the gap. Through 1t
emerged a lean. slight man in a
rusty cloak and a three-cornered
hat worn well down over his nose so
as to shade his face.
Monsieur" said he. with the air
of a conspirator. "the time for ac-
ton has arrived, and so has the
marquis. That is why"
Tell me, tell me! Speak," CHM
enc implored him. holding out her
hands in a supplication no man of
~sensibility could hive resisted. And
then on the instant she caught her
breath on a faint scream. "My
father" she exclaimed, turning dis
tractedly from one TO the other of
those two. He is coming! We are
lost,'
CONTINUED in our next issue)