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CHAPTER I.
THE JUSTICE OF M. DE RONE.
"Millc diables! Lost again! The
devil runs in those dice!" and de Gom
eron, with an impatient sweep of his
hand, scattered the little spotted cubes
onto the floor of the deserted and half
ruined hut, wherein we were beguil
ing the weariness of our picket duty
before La Fere, with a shake of our el
bows, and a few flagons of wine, cap
tured from Monsieur the King of Na
varre, as we, in our folly, called him
still.
I knew little of de Gomeron, except
that he was of the Camargue, and had
followed the fortunes of d'Aumale from
Arques to Ivry, from Ivry to the Exile
in the Low Countries, and that he held
a commission from the duke as cap
tain in his guards. 01' our personal re
lations it is enough to say that we
hated each other, anil would have
crossed swords ere now but for the
iron discipline maintained by de Hone
—a discipline the bouquet of which I
had already scented, having escaped by
the skin of my teeth after an affair
with de Gonnor, who trod on my toe at i
the general's levee, and was run j
through the ribs at sunrise the next
morning.
Up to the time this occurred I had
been attached to de liojie's staff, but
after the accident to de Gonnor was
banished to the outposts, thinking my
self lucky to escape with that.
At any rate, the outpost was under j
my command. Imagine, therefore, my j
disgust when I found that de Gomeron
had been detached to examine into and [
report upon my charge. lie did this
moreover in so offensive a manner that
I could barely restrain myself from pa
rading him on the stretch of turf be
hind the thorn hedge that fenced in
the inclosure to the hovel.
Our feelings towards each other be
ing as they were, it would seem odd
tliut we should have diced and drunk
together; but the situation was one of
armed peace; and, besides, time had
to be killed, ns for the past week M.
de Ilctlielois, formerly as lively as a
cricket, had kept himself close as a nun
of f'ort Royal behind the walls of La
Fere, and affairs were ineffably dull.
I was certain, however, that we should
soon break into open quarrel, and on
this night I felt a mad anger against
the man as he sat staring at nie, and
it was ail I could do to restrain myself
from flinging the lees of the wine in
my glass in his face and abiding the
result.
It was at this moment that we heard
the quick challenge of the sentry out
side,. the password as sharply answered,
anc the tramp of feet.
'1 he same idea flashed through both
our minds —it must be the general, and
do Gomeron gave expression to the
thought.
'Corbleu! de Hone perhaps —the old
bat on the wing."
There followed a shuffling of feet, and
before a man could count two, Nicholas,
the sergeant of our picket, with a file
of men entered the hut, thrusting a
couple of prisoners, a man and a wom
an before them.
"Two birds from La Fere, my cap
tain," and Nicholas with a salute to de
Gomeron pointed to his prize. "We
took them," he ran on, "at the ford near
the lied mill, and but for the moon they
would have gone free; spies no doubt..
The old one is M. le Mouchard, I swear.
There is fox in every line of his face;
and as for madame there —so the old
gentleman calls her —in time 1 warrant
she will learn to love the camp of the
Holy league," and the sergeant pushed
the lantern so that it shown full on the
lady's face. A curious light came into
de Gomeron's eyes as he looked at. her,
and she shrank back at the sergeant's
words and action, whilst the old man
strained at the cords that bound his
wrists till the lines of the blue veins
stood out on his forehead. Madame was
unbound; but her hood had fallen back,
loosening in its fall a mass of chestnut
hair, and from this framework her eyes
glanced from one to another of us, half
in fear and half in anger.
"Messieurs!" There was a tremble
in the sweet voice, and there was light
enough to see her color come and go.
"Messieurs! We are no spies. It is
true we are from l.a Fere, but all that
we did was to try and escape thence—"
"To the camp of the Ceamais—eh,
mndaine?" interrupted de Gomeron.
"To the caaip of the king of France,"
she flashed back at him, a red spot rising
on each cheek. "Messieurs!" she went
on, "you are gentlemen, are you not?
You will li t lis go. Surely the Iloly
league wars not with women and old
men ?"
The mention of the league stirred her
companion anil he gave tongue.
"The Holy league!" he exclaimed
with a savage scorn. "Madame, though
we stand delivered unto these sons of
Belial, I must speak, for my heart is
full. Yea! Shall my lips be sealed be
fore the enemies of the Lord! The Holy
league! Ha! ha! There is no Holy
league. It died at Ivry." llere de
Gomeron cut in with liis quick, stern
voice: "lie silent, sir! or else a gag
will stop your tongue," and then with
a bow, "Madame, it goes to mv heart to
detain you; lint war is war, and we have
opt!'ji. Will you not be seated? All
that this poor hut affords is yours," and ,
he bent low again, perhaps to hide the ;
expression in his eyes.
She made no effort to take the chair j
he offered, but burst out passionately: ;
"Monsieur, 1 see you command here, ;
and it is to you to whom I must appeal.
Monsieur, I give you my word of honor
we are no spies. The rules of war allow
the ransom of prisoners, and anything
you name will be paid. Monsieur, I pray :
you let us go."
As she finished her appeal madame |
turned towards the captain with a ges
ture of entreaty: but in this movement
she saw that in his voice and manner
which paled her cheeks to marble, and
she made a half-irresolute step towards
her companion as if for protection.
De Gomeron observed this, and laughed
under his heavy black mustache.
"Madame, but there are some things
which have no price! And there is no
ransom you could name which would
tempt Adam de Gomeron to part with
his prisoners—with one of them at any
rate. You are no spy, I know; such
eyes as yours were never made to count
the strength of battalions. As for your
j friend there, we have means to make
| him tell about himself to-mo 1 w; and
you must not bruise your tender feet
by walking through the night to the
camp of monsieur—the king of France.
In a day or so, perhaps," he went on
with a horrible smile, "but not to-night. [
Come!" and lie stepped up to her. 1
"Come, taste the d'Arbois —it is from
your friends —and learn to love the poor
! soldiers of the Iloly league."
I Saying this he attempted to pass his |
] arm round her waist, but, slipping from
j his grasp, and licr cheeks aflame,
j madame struck him across the face '
with the back of her hand.
The ret was done in a flash, and de j
Gomeron reeled back with bleeding i
lips. It was in nie to follow up my ;
blow by passing my sword through the
man, so mad was I in my fury; but
luckily for him Nicholas hung on my
arm and saved the villain's life. He
righted himself at once, and passing his
hand across his mouth, spoke to me
quite coolly and collectedly, but witii
livid features:
"We finish this outside, sir; follow
ine," and picking up his rapier, which
lay on the table, where he had thrown it
on the entrance of the prisoners, de
Gomeron stepped out of the door. In
the excitement of the moment the men
poured after him, and I was the last to
follow. It came to me like lightning
that the prisoners were unguarded, and
slipping my dagger from its sheath, as j
I went out, I thrust its haft into
madame's hand, and I saw that she un
derstood from the thanks in her eyes.
It was but a stone throw to the
stretch of green, which extended as
level as a tennis court for a hundred
paces or so, and then sloped gently
downward towards the junction of the
Serre and the Oise. Beyond rose the
walls of La Fere, whose gray outlines,
lit up here and there by the flare of a
lamp or (ire, were clearly visible in the :
bright moonlight. So clear was this j
light, that 1 could distinctly make out j
the blue flowers of the patch of borage,
beyond which de Gomeron was await- 1
ing me. When I came up I found him
standing with his back to the moon,
lie had thrown off his doublet and was
in his shirt sleeves, which were rolled
up to his elbows, and Nicholas and the
men stood a little on one side, utterly
forgetful of the prisoners, and eager as
bloodhounds to witness the coming
fight. It took but half a minute
to make myself ready, and borrowing
a poniard from Nicholas to help me to
parry, I took my position. Then there
was an angry little clash and our blades
met, looking for all the world like two j
thin streaks of fire in the moonlight. |
We were both sober enough now, be- I
sides being in deadly earnest, and de I
Gomeron began to change tactics and l
attack in hm turn. At this point aclotid ,
obscured the moonlight, and my op- 1
ponent, springing back, called out»: j
"Hold! hold till the cloud passes! We
cannot see."
1 "Hut I can, messieurs," answered n |
deep voice to our right. "What means |
this fool's work?" and a tall figure, the
white line of a drawn sword shining in
its hand, stepped between us, coming,
as it were, from nowhere. The cloud
' passed, and the moon was again bril
liant and clear. The light fell on the
commanding form before us. showing
i the high aquiline features and grizzled
hair of de Hone himself.
"So this is Ifow my outposts are
' kept?" he said. "M.de Gomeron, you
are the senior officer here and I await
' your explanation."
"I command the guards of the Due
I d'Aumale," began de Gomeron, sullen
ly, but de Hone interrupted him in the
' same deep measured voice.
"I know that. Your explanation, or,"
I and in fierce anger, "by God! you will
i hang like a common thief by sunrise."
112 "A gentleman must defend his honor.
i Orders or no orders, general, there are
- times when one must fight. There was
a matter in connection with some pris
oners, and I was struck by M. d'Auriae.
I have nothing further to say."
l "Now, M. d'Auriae, what have you to
if say ?"
I '"The prisoners will, pert:ape ♦ •plain
i to your excellency why I struck this
> man."
1 "Take me to them."
CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, DECEMBER i, 1898
We gathered tip our belongings, and,
hastily dressing 1 , led the way back to
the hut. My reflections were none of
the most cheerful. We nil knew de
Rone, and knew that, his mind once
made up, nothing could turn him. De
Gomeron had some chance of escape,
as 1 was the op«*n aggressor. But we
had no great time for thought, as a few
steps brought us to the door of the hut.
Another step took us in, and de lione,
with a curling lip, cast a glance around
the room.
"I do not see the prisoners," said de
Rone, quietly.
It was not likely, I thought to my
self. They were gone—not a doubt of
j that. On the floor, near my feet, were
some cut cords, and, lying on them, a
knot of black and white ribbon, that
had fallen there as if by chance, I had
seen it last at the shoulder of madame's
1 dress, and something told me it was not
■ there by accident. There was, at any
! rate, no hojie for me from the prisoners,
! but a sudden impulse I could not under
: stand urged me to get the knot of rib
bon, so, stooping low, I picked up the
bow and the cut cords, and, with a
careless movement, flung the latter on
the table, saying quietly: "They have
; escaped, your excellency."
' "And with them your explanation, M.
d'Auriae, eh? Corbleu! Rut the eamp
marshal will have hia hands full to
morrow;" and Nicholas* halberd all but
fell from his hands as the general's eye
rested on him. De Rons went on:"M.
de Gomeron, you have given me a rea
son for your conduct that will hold
good this onee. Further orders will
reach you at dayfght about your neg
lect of your prisoners. As for you,"
and he turned on me with the sharp
command, "Follow me. You —knaves!
fetch me my horse —he is tethered to
the clump of elms to the rig'nt there."
Two men vanished from the door to
do his bidding, and I took the oppor
tunity to secrete the knot of ribbon.
In a minute or so we heard the sound
of horses' hoofs, and as we went out,
I saw there were two beasts at the door,
and, from the whinny of welcome that
came to me, that one was mine, and
Nicholas was at his head.
| As I sprang into the saddle the good
fellow leaned forward and whispered:
"Make a dash for it, chevalier, and
i change the flag."
I shook my head and followed de
j Rone, who had already moved a few
i paces onwards. And jet, a?, I rode on,
Nicholas' ,words came Iwiek to me with
an insistent force.
"Gallop!"
De Hone's sharp command broke the
thread of my thoughts, and ended all
chance of escape. We set spurs to our
horses and splashed through the ford
of the Oise, a half mile from the out
post. On the other bank a picket chal
i longed, and. giving them the word, we
rode in the direction of camp. A few
MADAME STRUCK HIM ACROSS THE FACE.
j strides more and we reined in at the
! door of the general's tent. The guard
! presented arms and I received a brief
| order to dismount and follow de Rone.
I entered the tent, and stood patient
ly whilst he walked backwards and for
wards for a little time. Suddenly lie
stopped and, facing me, said:
"Well, M. d'Auriae?"
"It could not be helped, your excel
lency," I stammered.
"You said that of De Gonnor, and
promised it should never occur again—"
"But there were circumstamces —"
"Pshaw!" he exclaimed, "I ffucss
them all —wine —dice —women. One of
I the prisoners was a woman. I saw you
j pick up that knot of ribbon. There is
no excuse. None."
"I had the honor to be the first man
j behind your excellency at the storm of
| Laon," I said, with a happy recollec
' tion.
"And saved, my life, you were going
|to say," he cut in.l bowejl, and de
j Rone began again to pace up and down,
tugging at his short-pointed beard.
"See here, I will pay my debt; but
i first ask if I have your parole not to
| attempt escape. If you do not give it—"
| and he laid his hand on a call-bell, with
j an inquiring look towards me.
"I will not attempt escape."
"Then you will not have to complain
! of the justice of de Rone. To-morrow
! some things will happen, and amongst
I them will be the lamented death <*f the
) Sieur d'Auriae. This much I will tell
you. To-morrow the king and I meet
' oneo more—and you must die on the
j field. Win or lose, if I catch you alive
nt the close of the day, I will hang you
1 as high as Ilaman; and now go."
My first thought 011 leaving de Rone
j was to make my way direct to the quar
ters of the staff, where I felt .sure of
. iv«lcome and accommodation for the
i rest of the night. As I came near to
them I saw a light streaming from the
partly open door of the largest tent,
and from within burst a chorus of
voices singing an old chanson of
j Guienne.
I The last line was repeated amidst
peals of laughter, followed by the
crashing of glass. It was enough for
me. I was in no mood for any further
1 folly, or any more d'Arbois. and re
solved 4 o make the best of it in the open,
as t.t this hour it was worse than use-
less to attempt to find my lackey
Jacques, whom I had left behind in the
camp with my belongings when I went
onto the outposts. Tethering my horse
to a stump, I removed the saddle, which
I made shift to use as a cushion, and,
leaning my back against it, was soon
as comfortable as circumstances would
permit. My sleep could not have lasted
much more than on hour; but so pro
found was it that ages seemed to have
passed when I awoke with a start, and
the consciousness of movement around
me. The moon was on the wane; but I
saw that the camp was astir, and that
the men were being mustered as silent
ly as possible.
"So things are nbout to happen," 1
raid to myself, recalling de Rone's
words, and, hastily my horse
sprang on his back, and moved towards
the general's tent. All around me was
the muffled tramp of feet, the jingle of
tfhajn bits and steel scabbards, the
plunging of impatient horses, and a
subdued hum of voices, above which
rose now and again a hoarse word of
command, as regiment after regiment
wheeled into position on the level
stretch before us.
[TO BE CONTINUED.]
ESSAY ON CHILDHOOD.
Iluefiil Ileinlnifieencea of That lleat
lftc Period Wliieli AH of I'h
Have Known,
The following essay on childhood was
recently read at the Turniptown Lit
erary society bv Mr. Randolph Hogg,
one of the society's star members:
"Childhood is a good thing. It is
something all of us have had more or
less experience with. If is a pretty diffi
cult matter to get along in the world
without being a child nt some period in
our careers. Childhood is the flush bud
ding of life'si young spring. It is the
season of fairy dreams and golden am
bitions, and cramp, colic and seed ticks.
And, as we grow old, as the ghostly
shadows of the great afternoon steal
athwart our pathways, we love to sit
down and recount the joys of the van
ished past. We love to recall the ex
hilarating thrill which filled our breast
when we stuck our thumb in our mouth
and looked in at the dining-room door
just in time to see the fat chicken leg
we longed for vanish down the throat
of the local preacher, llow cold and
desolate the world looked! llow we
longed to hear a motion to adjourn!
ll<yw we yearned to hand in a long let
ter of regrets! 111 fact, we threatened
togo exclusively into the yearning
business. Another pleasant memory
that comes back to us mixed up with
rose mist is that of pushing a wheel
barrow along the margin of a stony
brook for the purpose, of gathering up a
job lot of stonebruises. Then what no -
ble aspirations thrilled our soul whew
we stole into the pantry and lassoed the
fruit jar with a bowstring and with a
manly pull landed it on the floor with
such violence that the cranky old bot
tom followed the example of South
Carolina and seceded from the union!
And with what rapture do we recall the
tidal wave of joy that swept over us
when mother came softly in and
wrapped us irr the downy folds of the
broom handle!
"Then there was the old schoolhouse.
The memory of it conies back to us like
the delicious pleasure which hovers
around the presence of a bill collector,
and over the mazy vision of our dreams
floats the sublime utterances of Shake
speare :
" 'How utterly tough were the days of our
kldhood.
In the schoolhouse that stood over there
by the slough;
W'e toted the water and cut all the fire
wood.
And swept up the floor, for we had It to
do.' "
•—Atlanta Journal.
SaliKf>liiK h Skeptic.
Young Mokeby (sullenly) —I wants
ma' fo' dollahs back, dat 1 paid for dis
chawm, Unc' Johnsiug; none ob ma'
dreams come true.
Unc' Johnsing (the conjure man) —
I)oan' you remember de dreams dat you
fo'git; de dreams you know you dream
but can't recall?
"Why, yas! Many tames I know I hab
had dreams, but in de mawnin' I can't
rec'lcc' dem!"
"Dem's de witch dreams! Dcm's de
ones dat come true!"— Puck.
MannKiiiK Tramps.
Mistress —Did anyone call whilel was
out ?
Servant —No one, ma'am, exoeptdn' a
tramp. He wanted srtmethin' to ea>! ■,
but 1 toid him there was notlnin' ready,
air he'd have to wait till the leddy of the
house got back from the cooking school,
an' mebbe she'd make him something.
Mistress —Of all things! Did he wait?
Servant —No, ma'am. He runned. —
N. Y. Weekly.
A Typical Juror.
An old German, being drawn to serve
on a coroner's jury, sat stupidly and
stolidly listening to the evidence for an
hour or so. Then he became weary in
his attention. Suddenly he fixed his
eyes 011 the corpse, advanced to it, and
raised the corner of the sheet. "Mein
Gott, slientlemens!" he exclaimed,
starting back in surprise and fright,
"dot man ish dead!"— San Francisco
Argonaut.
Queenx of Europe.
There have never been more than
three contemporary European queens;
in fact, tbe number who have occupied
the throne in medieval and modern
times is comparatively small. England
heads the list with live. Russia car
boast of four, but the total comes to
considerably under 30 altogether.
Tin- TallcKt Obelisk.
A single st'Mie 115 feet long, ten feet
square at one end and four feet square
at the other, has been successfully cu'
from the sandstone quarries at Hough
ton Point, Wis. It is supposed to be th.
longest monolith eva 1 quarried.
Youth's Companion.
POOR ISLAND QUEEN.
A Victim to the Superstition of Her
Dusky Subjects.
Danshter of un Kiirllhli C««lnn«) la
Forced to lleeouie the Uuler of
the Mult Inland*, and Meets
a Tr«Kic End.
Capt. Luttrell, of the schooner Ocean
Spray, just arrived at San Francisco
from a voyage to the South seas, brings
a strange story from the Muna islands.
Somewhere near IJO years ago a trading
schooner hailing from Australia was
driven out of her course by one of those
tremendous storms which occasionally
made a misnomer out of the name Pa
cific ocean. When the hurricane was at
its height the schooner, in the middle
of the night, struck t he coral reef which
surrounds the largest of the Muna is
lands. The vessel was dashed to pieces
and all on board perished except Wil
liam Young, one of the sailors.. He was
found next morning lying on the beach,
half naked and wholly unconscious. At
that time Muna islands were hardly
known to civilization and the simple in
habitants concluded that the white
youth so suddenly thrown in their
midst was a god. He was tenderly cared
for and soon became enamored of the
lazy life. He was a bright lad and in a
few months had mastered enough of the
island language to stand him in good
stead. A young sister of the king de
cided that he would suit her as a hus
band. and the sailor was nothing loth,
and soon the marriage of the dusky
princess and the white god was cele
brated with all the pomp incident to
royal weddings in the Muna islands
In the course of time a daughter was
born to the distinguished pair. The
father named her Margaret, after his
own mother in far-away England. From
little trading sloops manned by Sa
moans, who on rare occasions visited
the islands. Young obtained a couple of
books and some papers, and with the
aid of these taught his daughter to
read. She grew up to be a handsome
girl and her father sent her to school
in Samoa, where she remained for sev-
POOR QUEEN MARGARET.
(A Victim to the Superstition of Her Ig
norant Subjects )
eral years. While there she fell in love
with a Samoan chief, who urged her to
marry him, but being a dutiful daugh
ter she refused to do so before acquaint
ing her father.
The next vessel carried h"r to th«
Muna islands. Almost immediately
t'pon her arrival the king was taker
seriously ill and Margaret sought fot
an opportunity to leave the islands
she being the heir to the throne. Onct
seated thereon, she would be kept in
seclusion, and would not even be al
lowed to look at a man, much less marry
him. She was unable to get away, and
when the king died she was declared
queen of the islanders. So rigid wai
the seclusion to which she was con
deinned that even her own father was
rot allowed to see her. the islanders Ik
lieving that their queen should be ab
solutely free from male influence in
ruling her people. The horror of hia
daughter's situation so wrought on
Young that he sickened and died. Mar
garet was carried to his grave in the
great funeral procession, tbe convey
ance being a bamboo box carefully cov
ered with leaves all around, and with
only part of the roof open.
Shortly after this Oucen Margaret
was herself taken ill, and about that
time Capt. Luttrell arrived at the island
with the Ocean Spray, his wife being
with him. The islanders had become
alarmed at the condition of theil
queen, and besought the captain's as
sistance. Mrs. Luttrell prepared some
simple remedies, which they gave to
the islanders, but the latter were afraid
of the white man's remedies, and did
not carry out the captain's instruc
tions. Instead, they built an enor
mous semicircle of brushwood, in the
center of whb 1 ' they placed the bntu
boo cage, with the queen inside. Then
they set fire to the brushwood, their
idea being that the god of heat would
drive out the evil cold spirit. Priests
uttered incantations meanwhile, and
there was great beating of tom-toms
ard drums, the ceremony being kept
<ip all night. Of course the unfortu
nate girl died from the heat and smoke,
nnd when ( apt. Luttrell sailed the
chiefs and priests were again looking
for a royal ruler.
Paper llotiMe and Furniture.
Paper, according to the Kleine Zel
tung. has a magnificent future. It de
scribes a large paper house with 16
rooms which has been erected by a
Russian gentleman upon his country
estate at Savitiowka. in l'odolia. The
house was constructed in New York by
an American engineer, and cost 80,000
rubles. Its architect declares that it
will last longer than a stone building
To make the triumph still more em
phatic, the proprietor has resolved thai
the whole of the furniture shall be
made of the same m^teriaJ
SSOO Reward
The above Reward will be paid for i»t
Vmation that will lead to tho arrest and
conviction of the party or parties whe
placed iron and slabs on the track of the
Kmporium & Rich Valley R. R., nesjr
he east line of Franklin Honsler'l farm,
in the evening of Nov. 21st, 1891.
iIXNBT AUCIIO,
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carried in stock and every
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IOHN MCDONALD, Proprietor.
Kur P. <i E. Depot, Emporium, Pa.
Bottler and Shippar of
Rochester
Lager Beer,
BEST BLU3S OP EVP6RT.
The Manufacturer of Soft
Drinks and Dealer in Choice
'Tinea and Pure Liquore.
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Aailjr If desired.
JOHN MCDONALD.
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