Romance here holds sway: romance in the spirit of Dumas, his dashing guardsmen, titled adventurers, intri- guing plots and exciting episodes, Loren Garde, of Norse and French ancestry, big and blond as a Viking, nimble of movement and with the sword thrust of D'Artagnan, is a of breath- taki interest: He his own en- thralling story, It is a story of hazard desperate chances and Loren meets Dulce, Spain's daughters in world, and finds his lo) between her and the cau upon to serve In the confiict votions dangers, conspiraci plot and count on surprise hero tells and romantic exploit, pas- fairest of Western divided is ealled sion, of a4 wildcat In fight, Rreatest, no less a pet var, “the Li ington of Sout The in at will slaughter-song su 1 i strings of his people, fs 1 At the annals of his fore appeared so vividly in fiction author has gone far beyond the n of this per » and brought to light the man, 1 r ber 3 to but hag never be- The ame JLOTY CHAPTER 1 4 Moon-Madness I sat, one and studied the night, upon an iron bench Cabildo—to me the most imposing building In that his- toric city which crescent-like, within the curving sweep of the Missis- sippl. Musing, I watched the scroll of history unroll before me. 1 saw De Bienville and those hardy followers of his who had erected the first house of the Crescent city; I saw the Spaniards pass—moving to the west and south— the Frenchmen come and go, and the Spaniard again: and I heard the thunderous shouts from a thon- sand throats Claiborne unfurled from the iron balcony of old Cabildo the St and Stripes, em- blem .of the new republic “Ah, well" 1 haif to half to the shades tory, “the var ana now within the be ruled by Kings tiers and courtesans.” Whereupon a sound reverie—the lilt of a as clear as the 1 » of “But, your in Spanish, if we squares along this the . into the river. “Name of 1 gasped, to my feet, There w that vibrant cord in blood flamed stood, trembl three figures Cabildo Hes, come as the ars sald, myself hing of his ing fortunes of Louisl. the past; safe fold. ill she cou va . belong to she is NO more w 1 and queens, broke into my laugh, a mocking bird, the woman's said volce majesty walk two more way we passed G leaping ing in hed a soul, and the young As 1 ns someth musical ce that tou Veins, the trappir Speechless, vaguely if, by some fate this cons have been turies: vet, yon jousness of rown back lor stood this was New Orleans, an I felt Ford eight But had she and did of and deep of the Isabella She h certain—was the yea of our t hundred not said, look govereigns Unheeding, [ drank beauty of this modern eon twenty-one, “Your majesty,” they not like fent Spain? id all the regal dignity and poise of Spain's great queen; Titian himself might have arranged wavy blue-black hair. Her eyes in the moonlight seemed to hold purple shad- ows, her face was pale, her lips half parted; a f partly closed, curve of cheek and chin, His a sturdy man with heavy shoulders, square full beard and broad forehead, spoke deep In his massive chest: but, deaf and dumb and blind to all the world the woman who stood before me, 1 paid non heed, Except for the lovely, gracious lady who 18 my mother, woman had hardly touched my life; yet here was I, logt in the depths of a lady's eyes, a lady I had never seen until this night. Madness? Ave, a sudden and over whelming madness, and no more to be explained than the alchemy of love ftaelf, As 1 stood, dazed, faltering, his majesty's volce, which held a rasping, hostile note, beat into my conscious ness: “Have the amber wines of old Didier touched thy brain, dolt, or is stupidity the natural heritage of Yan- keea?™ “It may be that he cannot hear” ‘he lady said kindly, “~