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The Richmond Palladium, Friday, December 28, 1906.
THE REFUGEES By A. CONAN DOYLE, Author of "The Return of Sherlock Holmes" COPYRIGHT. 1893. BY He wa-j more convinced than ever that she had lost her wits. A thought struck him by which he might appeal to all that was softer and more gentle in her nature. He stepped swiftly to the door, pushed it half pn and rrave u. whispered order. A youth with long golden hair waving down over his black velvet doublet entered the room. It was her youngest son, the Count of TouIoupo. "I thought that you would wish to bid him farewell." said Louis. I She stood staring as though unable to j realize the significance of his word. I; Then It was borne suddenly In upon y Iier that her children as well as her Iot- I cr were to be taken from her, that tnis 5 other woman should see them and i penk with them and win their love ! while she was far away. All that was evil and bitter In the woman nusneu 'I fcuddenly up in ber until for the instant i she was what the king had thought her. If her son was not for her then be ! should be for none. A jeweled knife I Jay among hr treasures ready to her ! hand. She caught it up and rushed at I the cowering lad. Louis screamed and ran forward to top her, but another had been swifter than he. A woman had darted through the open door and had caught the up raised wrist. There was a moment's etmggle, two queenly figures swayed and strained, and the knife dropped j between their feet. .The frightened Ljuie caught It up. and, seizing his JIttle son by the wrist, he rushed from it be apartment. Francoise de Montes fpan staggered back against the otto it man to find herself confronted by tbo 5 steady eyes and set face of that other jFrancoI.se, the woman whose presence I fell like a shadow .t every turn of her J life. I "I have saved you, madame, from Jdolng that which you would have been the first to bewail." I "Saved me! It is you who have driveu me to thi you, whom I picked f vcorvan had darted through the open door. 4pp when you were hnrd pressed for a j rust of bread or a cup of sour wine. fVhat had you? You had nothing Nothing except n l.ame which was a laughingstock. Aud what did I give fou? I gave you everything. You hnow that I give you everything fiioney, position, the. entrance to the ourt. , You had them all from me. jVnd now you mock me!" ? "Madame, I do not mock you. I pity you from the bottom of my heart." j 'Tity? Ha, ha! A. Mortemart Is goltled by the widow Scarron! Your gity may go where your gratitude is, lnd where your character is. We shall 5W troubled with it no longer then.' f "Your v-v-T -'o not on in me. I have i " f jSCeep 1 Your Nerve ' It is nerve energy that runs tthe organs of your body. The storage battery is the nerve .cells in the brain and spinal 7icord and from this battery 75nerve force is sent out through Jthe system of nerves. 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JaJf JUDGB JACOB REKMAN'-S'. lie I Madison, Wisconsin. bel, Dr. Miles' Heart Cur fa cold by nVour druggist, who will guarantee that iha first bottle will benefit. If it fail ifie will refund your money. 4Miles Medical Co., Elkhart, lnd t HARPER & BROTHERS never bad an evil thought toward you.' "None toward me? Oh, . woman, woman T "What have I done, then? The king came to my room to see the children taught. He stayed. He talked. He asked my opinion on this and that. Could I be silent, or could I say other than what I thought?" "And so, ly your own confession, you stole the king's love from me, most virtuous of widows r "I had all gratitude and kindly thought for you. You have, as you have so often reminded me, been my benefactress. It was not necessary for you to say It, for I had never for an instant forgotten It." "Pah! Your hypocrisy sickens me! If you pretend to be a nun, why are you not where the nuns are? I was j honest, and what I did I did before the world. You, behind your priests and your directors and your prie-dieus and your missals do 3-011 think that you deceive me as you deceive others?" Her antagonist's gray eyes sparkled for the first time, and she took a quick step forward, with one white hand half lifted in rebuke. "You may speak as you will of me," Rhe said. "To me it is no more than the foolish parrakeet that chatters in your anteroom. But do not touch up on tilings which are sacred. Ah, if you would but raise your own thoughts to such things if you would but turn them inward and see before it is too late how vile and foul Is this life which you have led! What might you not have done? His soul was in your hands like clay for the potter. If you had raised him up, If you had led him on the higher path, if you had brought out all that was noble and good within him, how your name would have been loved and blessed from the chateau to the cottage! But no. You dragged him down, you wasted his youth, you drew him from his wife, you marred his manhood. Take heed, madame, for God's sake take heed ere It be too late! For all your beauty there can be for you. as for me, a few short years of life. Then, when that brown hair Is white, when that white cheek is sunk en, when that bright eye is dimmed oh. then od pity the sin stained soul of Francoise !e Montcspn!" ner rival had sunk her head for the moment before the solemn words and the beautiful eyes. For an instant she stood silent, cowed for the first time in all her life, but then the mocking, de fiant spirit came back to her, and she glanced up with a curling lip. "I am already provided urith a spir itual director, thank you, said she. "Oh, madam, you must not tijlnk to throw dust f n my eyes! I know you and know you well!" "On the contrary, you seem to know less than I had expected. If you know me so well, pray what am I?" iiii ut i i i ui n mi l tin iicrrr uuu -ci. rang In the tones of her answer. lou are," said she, "the governess of my children and the secret mistress of the king." "You are mistaken," answered Mme. de Maintenon serenely. "I am the gov erness of your children and I am the king's wife." CHAPTEll XIV. FTEN had De Montespan feign ed a faint in the days when she wished to disarm the an ger of the king. But now she knew what it was to have the senses struck out of ber by a word. She could not doubt the truth of what she heard. There was that in her rival's face, in her steady eye, in her quiet voice, which carried absolute convic tion with it. She stood stunned for an instant, panting, her outstretched hands feeling at the air, her defiant eyes dull ing and glazing. Then with a short sharp cry, the wail of one who has fought hard and yet knows that she can fight no more, her proud head drooped and she fell forward senseless. Mme. de Maintenon stooped and raised her up in her strong white arms. There were true grief and pity in her eyes as she looked down at the snow-pale face which lay against her bosom, all the bitternes and pride gone out of it aud nothing left save the tear which sparkled under the dark lashes and the petulant droop of the lip, like that of a child which has wept itself to sleep. She laid her on the ottoman and placed a silken cushion under her head. Then she gathered together and put back into the open cupboard all the jewels which were scattered about the carpet. Having locked it and placed the key on a table where its owner's eye would readily fall upon it, she struck a gong which ummoned the page. "Your mistress Is indisposed." said she. "Go aud bring her maids to her." And so, having done all that lay with her to do, she turned away from the great silent room where, amid the vel vet and the gilding, her beautiful rival lay like a crushed flower, helpless and hopeless. Helpless enough, for what could she do? And hopeless, too, for how could fortune aid her? The instant that ber senses had come bak to her she had sent away her waiting women and lay with clasped hands and a drawn face planning out her own weary future. She must go, that was certain. Her spirit was broken at last. She must accept defeat, and she must go. She rose from the conch feeling that she had aged ten years In an hour. There was much to be done and little time In which to do It. She had cast down her jewels when the king had spoken as though they would atone for the loss of his love. But now that the love was gone there was no reason why the jewels should be lost too. If she had ceased to' be the most power ful, she might still be the richest wo man In France. There was her pen sion, of course. That would Imj a mu nificent one. for Louis was -always generous. And tueu there was all toe sdoU, which she hid collected during tnese long years, the jewels, the pearis, the gold, the rases, the picturei. the crucifixes, the watches, the trinkets together they- represented many mil lions of livres. With her own hands he packed away the most precious and portable of them, while she arranged with her brother for the safe keeping of the others. B.r evening all wns ready, and she had arranged that her property should Jm? sent after her to Fetit Kourg, to which castle she-intended to retire. It wanted half an hour of the time fixed for her departure when a young cavalier whose face was strange to her was ushered into ber room. He came with a message from her brother. "M. de Vivonne regrets, madame. that the rumor of your departure has got abroad among the court." "What do I care for that, monsieur? she retorted. "He says, madame, that the courtiers may assemble at the west gate to see you go; that Mme. de Neuilly will be there, and the Duchesse de Chambord and" The lady shrunk with horror at the thought of such an ordeal. To drive nw.iv from the nalaee where she had been more than queen under the scorn- ! ful eyes and bitter gibes of personal j enemies! j "Tell my brother, monsieur, that I j should be obliged if he would make! fresh arrangements." : "He bade me say that he had done bo, madame.1 "Ah! At what hour, then?" "Xow. As soon as possible. "I am ready. At the west gate, then?" "No. At the east. The carriage waits." "And where is my brother?" "We are to pick him up at the park gate. He is watched, and were he seen beside the carriage all would be known." "Very good. Tneu, monsieur, if you will take my cloak and this casket we may start at once." They made their way by a circuitous route through the less used corridors, she hurrying on like a guilty creature, a hood drawn over her face and her heart in a flutter at every stray foot fall. But fortune stood ber friend. She met no one and soon found her self at the eastern postern gate. A rouple of phlegmatic Swiss guardsmen leaned upon their muskets upon either side, and the lamp above shone upon the carriage which awaited her. The door was open, and a tall cavalier swathed In a black cloak handed her tnto it. He then took the seat opposite eo ner, siamrred the door, rmn the caleche rattled away down the main drive. It had not surprised her that this man should join her inside the coach, for It was usual to have a guard there, and he was doubtless taking the place which her brother would afterward oc cupy. That was all natural enough. But when ten minutes passed by and be had neither moved nor spoken she peered at him through the gloom with some curiosity. At last the silence im pressed her with a vague uneasiness. It was time to bring it to an end. A thrill ran through her nerves. Who or what could he be, this silent man? Then suddenly it struck her that he might be dumb. "Perhaps monsieur is afflicted," she said. "Perhaps monsieur cannot speak. If that be the cause of your silence, will you raise your hand, and I shall understand." He sat rigid and silent. Then a sudden mad fear came upon her, shut up in the dark with this dreadful, voiceless thing. She screamed in her terror and strove to pull down the window and open the door. But a grip of steel closed suddenly round her wrist and forced her back into her seat. They were already out on the country roads far beyond Versailles. It was darker than before, heavy clouds had banked over the heavens, and the rumbling of thunder was heard low down on the horizon. The lady lay back panting upon the leather cushions of the carriage. She was a brave woman, and yet this sud den, strange horror coming upon her at the moment when she was weakest had shaken her to the soul. She crouched In the corner, staring across with eyes which were dilated with terror at the figure on the other side. If he would but say something. Any revelation, any menace, was better than this si lence. "Sir," said she, "there is some mis take here. I do not know by what right you prevent me from pulling down the window and giving my directions to the coachman." lie said nothing. "I repeat, sir, that there is some mis take. This is the carriage of my broth er, M. de Vivonne, and he is not a man who will allow his sister to be treated uncourteously." A few heavy drops of rain splashed against one window. The clouds were lower and denser. She had quite lost sight of that motionless figure, but it was all the more terrible to her now that it was unseen. She screamed with sheer terror. "Sir," she cried, clutching forward with her hands and grasping his sleeve, "you frighten me. You terrify me. I have never harmed you. Why should you wish to hurt an unfortunate wo man? Ob, speak to me, for God's sake, speak!" . Still the patter of rain upon the win dow and no other sound save her own sharp breathing. "Perhaps you do not know who I am?" she continued, endeavoring to as sume her usual tone of command, and talking now to an absolute and im penetrable darkness. "You may learn when it is too late that you have chosen the wrong person for this pleas antry. I am the Marquise de Montes pan. and I am not one who forgets a slight. If you know anything of the court you must know that my word has some weight with the king. If you would O Je-sxif! Have mercy!" A livid flash of lightning had burst from the heart of the cloud and for an instant the whole countryside and the interior of the caleche were as light as day. The man's face was within a hand breadth of her own, his mouth wide open, his eyes mere shining slits, convulsed with silent merriment Every detail flashed out clear in that vivid light his red quivering tongue, the lighter pink beneath it, the broad white teeth, the short brown beard cut into a .peak and bristling forward. But It was not the sudden flash; it w-s not the latching, cruel face, which shot u ie cold shudder through Fran d Mcntnf--" It gut of ailj men upon eartn. mis was ne whom sne most dreaded and whom she had least thought to see. "Maurice!' she screamed. "Maurice! It U you?" "Yes, little wifie, it is I. We are re stored to each other's arms, you see, after this interval." "Oh, Manrice. how you have fright ened uie! How could you be so cruel? Why would you not 5pak to me?" "Because it was so sweet to sit In si lence and to think that I really had you to myself after all these years, with none to come between. Ah, little wifie, I have often longed for this hour." "I have wronged you. Maurice; I have wronged you! Forgive me! "We do not forgive in oQr family, my darling Francoise." "You may kill me if you will," she j moaned. "I will," said he simply. Still the carriage flew along, jolting and staggering in the deeply rutted country roads. The storm had passed, but the growl of the thunder and the faroff glint of a lightning flash were to be heard and seen on the other side of the heavens. t "Where are you taking me?" she asfc- od at last. "To Port iliac, my little wifie." "And why there? What would you do to me?" "I would silence that little lying tongue forever. It shall deceive no more men. You would murder me? You have a stone for a heart." "It is true. My other was given to a j woman." "Oh, my sins are Indeed punished. Can I do nothing to atone?" "I will see that you atone." "You have a sword by your side, Maurice. Why do you not kill me, then, if you are so bitter against me? Why do you not pass it through my heart?" "Rest assured that I would have done so had I not an excellent reason." "Why, then?" "I will tell you. At Portillac I have the right of the high justice, the mid dle and the low. I am 6eigneur there, f and can try, condemn and execute. It is my lawful privilege. This pitiful king will not even know how to avenge you, for the right is mine and he can not gainsay it without making an en emy of every seigneur in France." He opened his mouth again and laughed at his own device, while she, shivering in every limb, turned away from his cruel face and glowing eyes and buried ber face in her hands. Once more she prayed God to forgive her for her poor sinful life. So they whirl ed through the night behind the clat tering horses, the husband and wife saying nothing, but with hatred and fear raging in their hearts, until a brazier fire shone down upon them from the angle of a keep and the shad ow of the huge pile loomed vaguely up in front of them In the darknesa. It was the castle of Portillac. CHAPTER XV. A" XD thus it was that Amory de Catinat and Amos Green saw from their dungeon window the midnight carriage which discharged its prisoner before their eyes; hence, too, came that ominous planking and that strange procession in the early morning. And thus it also happened that they found themselves looking down at Francoise de Montes pan'as she was led to her death, and that they heard that last piteous cry for aid at the instant when the heavy hand of the rufilan with the ax fell upon her shoulder and she was forced down upon her knees beside the block. She shrank screaming from the dread ful red stained, greasy billet of wood, but the butcher heaved up his weapon and the seigneur had taken a step for ward with hand outstretched to seize the long auburn hair and to drag the dainty head down with it when sud denly he was struck motionless with astonishment and stood with his foot advanced and his hand still out, his mouth half open and bis eyes fixed in front of him. And, indeed, what he had seen was enough to fill any man with amaze ment. Out of the small square win dow which faced him a man had sud denly shot headforemost, pitching on to his . outstretched bands and then bounding to his feet. Within a foot of his heels came the head of a second one. who fell more heavily than the first, and yet recovered himself as quickly. The one wore the blue coat and silver facings of the king's guard; the second had the dark coat and clean shaven face of a man of peace, but each carried a short rusty iron bar in bis hand. Not a word did either of them say, but the soldier took two quick steps forward and struck at the headsman while he was still poising himself for a blow at the victim. There was a thud, with a crackle like a break ing egg, and the bar flew Into pieces. The headsman gave a dreadful cry, dropped his ax. clapped his two hands to bis head and, running zigzag across the scaffold, fell over, a dead man. into the courtyard beneath. Quick as a flash De Catinat had caught up the ax and faced De Mon tespan. "Now!" said he. The seigneur had for the instant been too astounded to speak. Xow he under stood at least that these strangers had come between him and bis prey. "Seize tfiese men!"' he shrieked, turn ing to his followers. "One aioment!' cried De Catinat, with a voice and manner which com manded attention. "You see by my coat what I am. I am the body serv ant of the king. Who touches me touches him." "On. you cowards!" roared De Mon tespan. j But the men at arms hesitated, for the fear of the king was as a great shadow which hung over all France. De Catinat saw their indecision. "This woman." he cried, "is thejking's own favorite, and if any harm come to a lock of her hair I tell you that there .is not a living soul within this portalice who will not die a death of torture." "Who are these men. Mareeau? cried the seigneur furiously. "They are pri.oners, your excellen cy." Who ordered you to detain them?" "You did. The escort brought TOr signet ring." "I never saw the men. There is devil try In this. But they shall not bea,?l tpe in rey own castle, nor stand t-e-twe-n me and my own wife. No. par j dieu! They eha'I not and Iita! You f ir.en, Maroeau. Etienne. GHOert. Jean, Pierre, all you who have eaten my bread, on to them. I say!" He glanced rouud with furious eyes, but they fell only upon hung heads and averted faces. With a hideous curse be flashed out his sword and rushed at his wife, who still knelt half insensible beside the block. IK Catl nat sprang ltv-een tbera to protect her, but Mareeau. the bearded sene schal, had already seized his master round the waist. With the strength of a maniac, his teeth clinched aud the foam churning from the corners of his lips, De Montespan writhed round in the man's grasp, and, fuortcning his sword, he thrust it through the brown beard and deep into the throat behind It. Mareeau fell back with a choking cry, the blood bubbling from his mouth and his wound; but before his mur- t- : . Shortening the $word, he thrust it deep into the throat. derer could disengage his weapon De Catinat and the American, aided by a dozen of the retainers, had dragged him down-on to the scaffold, and Amos Green had pinioned him so securely that he could but move his eyes and his lips, with which he lay glaring and spitting at them. So savage were his own followers against him for Mar eeau was well loved among them that, with ax and block so ready, jus tice might very swlftiy have had her way had not a long, tSear bugle call, rising and falling in a thousand little twirls and flourishes, clanged out sud denly in the still morning air. De Catinat pricked up his ears at the sound of it like a hound . at the hunts man's call. "Did you hear, Amos?" "It was a trumpet." "It was the guards' bugle call. You. there, hasten to the gate! Throw up the portcullis and drop the drawbridge! Stir yourselves, or even now you may suffer for your master's sins! It has been a narrow escape, Amos." " "You may say so, friend. I saw him put out his hand to her hair even as you sprang from the window. Another instant and be would have had her scalped. But she is a fair woman the fairest that ever my eyes rested upon and it is not fit that she should kneel here uxon these boards." He dragged her husband's long black cloak from him and made a pillow for the sense less woman with a tenderness and deli cacy which came strangely from a man of his build and bearing. He was still stooping over her when there came the clang of the falling bridge, and an instant later the clatter of the hoofs of a troop of cavalry, who swept, with wave of plumes, toss of manes and jingle of steel, Into the courtyard. At the head was a tall horseman in the full dress of the guards, with a curling feather In his bat, high buff gloves and his sword gleaming in the sunlight. De Catinat's face brightened at the sight of him, and be was down in an instant beside his stirrup. "De Brissac!" he cried. "De Catinat! Now where In the name of wonder did you come from?' "I have been a prisoner. Tell me, De P.rissac, did you leave the message in Paris? And the archbishop came? And the marriage?" "Took place as arranged. That Is why this poor woman whom I see yon der has had to leave the palace." "I thought as much." "I trust that no barm has come to her?" "My friend and I were just in time to save her. Her husband lies there. He is a fiend. De Brissac." "Verv Iikelv. Rut an anAl rniebtj TT MID-WINTER TERM OPENING WEEK Ml 2, '07 The Best RESOLUTION you fulness by getting a Practical Educatin in the RICHMOND BUSINESS COLLEGE. Such an educa tion Is the best investment yeu can nyfke and will IjiTing you the largest, surest and quickest returns. We have an attractive proposition to make to you. Write or call at once for our catalogue and terms. 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When De Vivonne found that she did not come and that her rooms were empty he made inquiries and soon learned how she had gone. De Mutespms arms had lxen seen on the panel, and so the king sent me here with my troop as fast as we could gallop." "Ah. and you would have come too late had a strange chance not brought us here. I know not who it was who waylaid us. for this man seeded to tvow nothing of the matter. How ever, all that will be clearer after ward. What Is to be done now? "I have my own orders. Madame Is to b- sent to Petit Bourg. and any who ire concerned in offering her vio lence are to be kept until the king's pleasure is known. The castle, too, must be held for the king. But you. De Catinat. you have nothing to do now." "Nothing save that I would like well to ride into Paris to see that all Is t right with my uncle aud his daugh ter." "Ah, that sweet little cousin of thine! By my soul, I do not wonder that the folk know you well in the Rue St. Martin. Well, I have carried a mes sage for you once, and you shall do as much for me now." "With all my heart. And whither?" "To Versailles. The king will be on fire to know how we have fared. You have the best right to tell hini. since without you and your friend yonder it would have teen but a sorry tale." "I will be there in two hours.' "Have j-ou horses?" "Ours were slain." "You will find some in the stables here. Pick the best, since you have lost your own in the king's service." The advice was too good to bo over looked. De Catinat, beckoning to Amos Green, hurried away with him to the stables, while De Brissac, with a few short, sharp orders, disarmed the retainers, stationed his guardsmeu all over the castle and arranged for the removal of the lady and for the cus tody of her husband. An hour later the two friends were riding swiftly .down the country road, inhaling the sweet air, which seemed the fresher for their late experience of the dank, foul va pors of their dungeon. CHAPTER XVI. TWO days after Mme. de Main tenon's marriage to the king there was held within the hum ble walls of her little room a meeting which was destined to cause untold misery to many hundreds of thousands of people. The time had come when the church was to claim her promise from ma- dame, and ber pale cheeks and sad eyes showed how vain it had been for her to try to drown the pleadings of her tender heart by the arguments of the bigots around her. She knew the Hu guenots of France. Who could know them better, seeing that she was her self from their stock and bad been brought up In their faith? She knew their patience, their nobility, their in dependence, their tenacity. What chance was there that they would con form to the king's wish? A few great nobles might, but the others would laugh at the galleys, the jail, or even the gallows, when the faith of their fathers was at stake. If their creed were no longer tolerated, then, and If they remained true to it, they . must either fly from the country or spend a living death tugging at an oar or work ing In a chain gang upon the roads. The eloquent Bishop Bossuet was there, with Louvois, the minister of war, and the thin, pale Jesuit, Father la Chaise, each piling argument upon argument to overcome the reluctance of the king. Madame bent over her tapestry and weaved her colored silks In 6ilence, while the king leaned upon his hand and listened with the face of a man who knows that he Is driven and yet can hardly turn against the goads. On the low table lay a paper, with pen and ink beside It. It was the order for the revocation, and it only needed the king's signature to make it the law. "And so. father, you are of opinion that if I stamp out heresy in this fash ion I shall assure my own salvation in the tLrxt wor!d?" be rested can mae for the NITW YEAR la, that usiow and ability. which has its own EMPLOYMENT state. at Anderson, Columbus, Maron, Kokomo, "ENROLL NOW. OONT DELAYY ANOTHER DAY. of North B. and 11th Streets. Richmond, 240. CHAS. H. CARRIER, Res. Mgr. DOCTOR CURED OF ECZEMA Maryland Physician Cures Himself of, Eczema with Cuticura Remedies.' . Prescribes Them and Has Cured Many Cases Where Other Formulas Have Failed Dr. Fisher Says: CUTICURA REMEDIES POSSESS TRUE MERIT My face was afflicted with ecxema In the year 1S97. I u?oft the Cuticura. Remedies, and was entirely cured. I am a practicing physician and very often prescribe Cuticura Resolvent ami Cuticura Soap in caf 3 of eczema, and they have cured whofre other formulas have failed. 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A single set, costing but one dollar, is. often sufficient to cure the most torturing, disfiguring, itching, burning, and scaly fkin, scalp, and blood humors, with loss of hair, from infancy to age, when ail else fails. Culttw Me OtntnMnt, ltolat M. On fnnn A Chotoiaw Cnat4 Hll, Ur. pr tal oliV,r .ld ttiroujrtimrt it' world. Totter iruf u4 Cbau Corp., toir rroM BoMoti. ar M.ilwl Frve.Hnw to Car Torturiof, DltSgwlM Human at latency u4 t-n '"lou will have merited a reward." "And you think so, too, M. Bishop?" "Assuredly, sire." "Besides, sire,' said Tere la Chaise softly, "there would be little need for stronger measures. As I have already remarked to you, you are so beloved in your kingdom that the mere assurance that you had expressed your will upon the subject would be euough to turn them all to the true faith." "I wish that I could think so, father; I with that I could think so. But what is this?" It was his valet who bad half opened the door. "Captain de Catinat Is here, sire. "Ask the captain to enter. Ah!" A happy thought seemed to have struck him. "We shall see what love for me will do In such a matter, for If It Is anywhere to be found it must be among my own body servants." The guardsman had arrived that in stant from his long ride, and, leaving Amos Jreen with the horses, he had come on at once, all dusty and travel stained, to carry his message to the king. He entered now and stood with the quiet ease of a man who Is used to such scenes. ' "What news, captain?" "Major de Brissac bade me tell you, sire, that be held the castle of Tortib lac, that the lady Is safe and that her husband Is a prisoner." Louis and his wife exchanged a quick glance of relief. "That Is well," said he. "By the way, captain,, you have served me In many ways of late and always with success. I hear, Ixmvois, that De la Salle is dead of the smallpox." "He died yesterday, sire." "Then I desire that you make eut the vacant commission bf major to M. de Catinat. Iet me be the first to congratulate you, major, upon your promotion." De .Catinat kissed the hand which the monarch held out to him. "May I be worthy of your kindness, mini "You would do what you could, ti serve me, would you not ? Then I 64al! put your fidelity to the proof." "I am ready for any proof." (To Be Continued.-) ""h Palladium gives a dollar eacli week for the best piece of news "tip ced off to It- . you will prepare for a life of use DEPARTMENT. It Is the Great- uneie, Lafayette, Richmond. Lo- lnd. Office open for enroll C. CRING, Gerx Mgr.