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THE GAZETTE, MONTREAL, JANUARY 80. 1901 12 with my heart?" heard the astonishing news?" "News?" "Monsieur le Mairnula is hercl" CVKRV HOv'lIHOLO and TRAVEUIMQ TRVHX months, wasted, all these longings and legrels for nothing, this Buffering afford Monsieur le Marquis the momentary pleusure of seeing his own No. i THE GREY CLOAK. 1 By HAROLD MAO GRATH, author of tub rurrEr crown. (Copyright 1003 by the Bobbs-Morrlll Company.) l- 0 uftit to oontain A aOTTLI or ENO'S 'FRUIT A SIMPLE REMEDY FOR PREVENTING AND CURINQ BY NATURAL MEANS All Fuaotional Dertng mnts of tht Liver, Temporary Congestion arising from Alcoholio Beverages, Enron in Diet, Biliousness, Bick Headache, Giddiasis, Vomiting, Heartburn, Sourness of theStomach.Conitipation, Thirst, Skin Throat Affeotions and Fevers of all kinds.

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c. ENO'I FaUnU Wholnnl ot Mr. Evixe I Bond, Ltd MOPtrtaanqoronto, Canada. She went on: 'You have asked me If I love you. Find me and put the question.

France Is large. If you love me you will find me. You have complained that I have never permitted you to kiss me. Khe paused, glanced obliquely nt the scrawl, nnd shrugged. "Can It be posslblo that I wrote this 'I kiss your handsome grey eyes a thousand times'?" Calmly she folded the It'tter.

"Weill, Monsieur, and you searched thoroughly, I hnvo no doubt. This would be an Incentive to the most laggard gallant." "I I was In deep trouble." The words choked him. "I was about to start He glanced about helplessly. "And The scorn on her face deepened. He became conscious that the candle and the letter were drawing dangerously close.

"Hood Clod. Diane! how can I tell you? You would not understand! Whnt nre you dnng?" springing toward her to stay her arm. But he was too- la te. The flame was al ready eating Into the heart of that precious testament. Rhe moved swiftly, and a table stood between them.

He waa powerless. The letter crumbled into black flakes upon the table. She' set down the candie, breathing quickly, her amber eyes blazing with triumph. "That was not honorable. I trusted you." "I trusted, too.

Monsieur; I trusted overmuch. desiring to be come a nun, It would have com promised me." "Lid you come three thousand miles to accomplish this?" anger swelling his tones. "It was a rait of my plan." coolly. "To how many gallants have you shown this ridiculous letter?" His brn'n began to clear: for he saw that his love hung Jn the bnlance. 'And had I followed you to the four ends of France, had I sought you from town to city and, from city to town i "You would have grown thin.

Mon sieur." 'And mad! For you would have been here in Quebec. And I have kissed that letter a thousand times!" "Is it possible?" "Diane "I am Diane no longer," she In terrupted. "In God name. what ahaJi I can you, his despair maddening him. 1 "You may call me a dream.

And I advise you to wake soon." The man In h'm came to his rescue. He suddenly reached acros the table and caught her wrist. With hi' unengaged hand he caught up the ehea and let them, flutter back to the table. 'A lie, a woman's lie! Is that Why the ush Is black? Have I wronged you in any way? Has my love been else than honest? Who are you?" vehemently. 'I am play, Monsieur; pastime, frolic," ingolenitly.

"Was not that what you named me in the single hours?" "Are you some prince a llght-0 love" roughly. The blood of wrath spread over her cheeks. 'Your name?" Tam not afraid of you, Monsieur; but you are twisting my arm cruelly. Will you not let go? Thank you!" "You will not ten ma who you are?" "No." "No." 'Nor what your object waa In playing ENVELOPES All Regular Size kept In stock SPECIAL For Catalojtiics, Pamphlets or Legal 15ocu-merits, (witli or with, out daspsy a to order For the Trade GET PRICES On our Regular Lines. Quotation! on Specials cheerfull given- MONTREAL 1 SAMPLE ROOMS Are located at 232 McGIIX Street Call and eo ur IlepresentatiTe, who carries a full lino of sample, or write to 17.

J. eO. Limit TOItOJTO Wholes! Manufacturing Stationers "Perhaps I had beat tell you tht truth. Monsieur, It was a trap I set ror you that night In Paris, when I cama dressed as a musketeer. Mr love of mischief waa piqued.

I had heard so much about the fascinating Chevalier du Cevennes and hla con questa. There was Mademoiselle dj Longuevllle, Mamolselle de Fon. tralilea, th little Colslln, and I know not now many others. And you walk- ea over their hearts in such a cavalier ly way, rumor had it. that I could not resist the temptation to see what fnan- ncv or man you were.

You were only the usual lord of creation, a trite pat tern, you amused me. ana i was curious to seo how long you would re main constant." "Are you not also a trite pattern?" I constituted myeelf a klmui of ven geanoe. Mademoiselle Catharine ex pected you to establish her In ths millinery. Have you done so?" The Chevalier fell back from the table. This thrust utterly confused and bewildered1 hlrn.

It was ao ground' less and unexpected. "She la very plump, and her cheeks are nxe winter appiea. one nau ai one time been In my service, but I had reasons to discharge her. I compliment you upon -your taste. After kissing my hands, these," holding out tnose beautiful membera of an exqui site anatomy, "you could go and k'sa tne cheeks of a serv n-wench! Mon sleur, I come from a proud and! noble race.

A man cannot, after having kUwed my hands, press his Hps to the oneeKS of a Catharine and return again to me. I wrote that letter to lead you a dunce such as you would not soon forget. And see! you did not trouble yourself to start to finer me. Ana a i'atharlne! Faugh! Her hands are large and red, htT eyes are bold; when she la thirty she will be fat and perhaps dispensing cheap wime In a low cabaret. And you called me Kosallnd between times and signed! your verses and letters Orlando! You quoted from Petrarch snd said I was your Laura.

My faith! man is a curious animal. I have been told that I am beautiful: and from me vou turned to a Catharine! I suspect she is lodged somewnere nere in cjueoec. "A Catharine!" he repeated, wildly. The devil gathered ud the reins. "This Is a mad.

fantastic world! You my handsome grf-y eyes a thousand times, then What rapture! Catha-rlde? What a. pretext! It has no saving gra.ee. You are mad, I am mad'; the world Is one of those Italian panoramas! A thousand kteses. Diane No; you have ceased to be the huntress. You are Well, I will play Apollo to your Daphme.

Let us see If you will change Into laurel!" Lightly he leaped the tabe, and she was locked In his arms. "What! daughter of Perseus and Terra, you are still In hyman shape? Ah! then the gods themselves are lies!" She said1 nothing, but there was fear and rage in her eyes; and her heart beat furiously aga'nst his. Presently he pressed her from him wUh a pressure gentle but steady. "Have no fear, or Daphne, or whatever you may be pleased io call yourself. I am a gentleman.

I will not take by force what you would not willing give. I have never played with a woman's heart nor with a nan's honor. And as for Catharine, I laugh. It Is true that I kissed her creek. I bad been drinking, and the wine was still In my head.

I had kft you. My heart waa light and happy. I would have kissed a spaniel, bad a spaniel crossed my path Instead of a Catharine. There was no more taint to those kisses I gave to lier than to those you have often thoughtlessly given to the flowera In your garden. I loved you truly; I love you still.

Catharine la a poor pretext. There Is something you have not told me. Say truthfully that your belief is that I waa secretly court to that poor Madame de Brlssac. and that I wore the grey cloak that terrible night; that I fled from France because of these tilings. You say that you are about to become a' nun.

You do, then, believe in God. Well." releasing her, "I swear to you by tlhat God that I never saw Madame de Eriswae; that I was far away from Paris on the nineteenth of February, You have wantonly and cruelly destroyed the only token I had which was closely associated with my love of you. This locket means nothing." He pulled it forth, took the chain from round his neck. "You never wore It; it is nothing. I do not need It to recall your likeness.

Since I have toeen the puppet, since even God mocks me by bringing you here, take the locket." Bhe looked, not at 'the locket nor at the hand which held it, but Into his eyes. In hers the wrath was gone; there waa even a humorous sparkle under the heavy lashes. She made no sign that she saw the jewelled miniature. She was thinking how strong he was, how handsomely dignity and pride sat upon his face. "Will you take it?" he repeated.

Her hands went slowly behind her back. "Does this mean that, having lain upon my heart for more than a year, It Is no longer of value to you?" He laid the chain and locket upon the I table. "Yesterday I lhad though my cup was full." The mak lay crumpled at hla feet, and he recovered It absently. "You" he cried, suddenly, aa the picture cams back. He looked at the mask, then at her.

"Was It you who came Into that room at the Come d'Abondance in Roohelle, and when I addressed you, would not' speak? Oh! You were Implicated In a conspiracy, and you wre on tht way to Spain. Raumaise! He knows who you are, and by the frienhship he holds for me and I for him, he shall tell me!" He became all eagerness again. "Vervain! I night have known. Diane, give me some hope that all this mystery shuU some day be brushed aside. I am Innocent of any evil; 1 have committed no crime.

WIH you i give me some hope, the barest straw?" She did not answer. She was nervously flneerlng the ashes of her letter. "You do not answer?" So be it. You have nsked me why I did not seek you. Some day you will learn.

Since you refuse to take the locket, I will kep it. Poor fool that I have been, with all these dreams!" "You are destroying my mask, Monsieur." He pressed his Hps against the silken Hps where hers had been ao often. "Keep It," Bhe said, carelessly, "or destroy It. It Is valueless. Will you stand aside? I wish to go." He stood back, and she passed out.

Her face remained in tfce shadow. He strove to read it, in vain. Ah, well, Quebec was firr.all. And she had taken the voyage on the same ship as his father. She had not heard; she could not have heard! Ah, where- was this labyrinth to lead, and who was to threw him the guiding thread? He had returned that evenltvg from Three Rivers, If not ha.ppy, at least In a contented' frame of mind to learn that a He had sent him into the wilderness, a lie crueler Jn effect than the accepted truth! to learn that the woman he loved waa about to become a nun! No! She ahould not become a nun.

He would accept hla father't word, resume hla tKles long grown dusty, and set about winning I his mysterious beauty. For ah waa worth winning, from the rcie of her charming foot to the glortoua ffejfn on her brow. He would tee h.e" agaabl Quebeo wei Indeed small. He would aside the maP.tle of gloom, become a goo! fellow, laugh frequently, lng occasionally; hi fine, become hi former wlf. 7Tr Vletor rushed in, treat Wcss.

"Paul, lad," he cried, "iiaie you "I have seen him. Victor, and spoken to him." "A reconciliation? The Virgin save me, but you will return to France!" "Not lad," with a gaiety which deceived the noet, "I will tell you something later. Have you had your supper?" "No." "Then off with us both. And a bot tle of the Governor's burgundy which I have been saving." "Wine?" excitedly. "Doea not the name Bound good? And, by the way, did you know that that woman with the grey mask, who was at the Corne d'Abondance "I have seen her," quietly.

"What Js her name, and what has she done?" Indifferently. "Her name I can not tell you, PauJ." "Can not? Why not 'will not'?" not, then. I have given my promise." "Have I ever kept a secret from you, Victor?" "One." "Name it." That mysterious mademoiselle whom you call Diane. You have never even told me what she looks like." "I could not If I tried. But this woman In the mask; at least you might tell me what she has done." "Politics.

Conspiracy, like misery, loves company. Who has been burning paper?" sniffing. Burning pn.per?" "Yes; and here's the ash. You've been burning something?" "Not with on abrupt laugh. "Hang It, let us go and eat." "Yes; I am anxious to know why Motmleuir le Marquis is here." "And the burgundy; it will be like old times." There was sweat on the Chevalier's forehead, and he drew his sleeve It.

From an obscure corner of the council chamber the figure 91 a man emerged. He walked on tlptoa toward the table. The black ash on the table fascinated hlrn. For several moments he stared at It. 'I klsa your handsome grey eyes a thousand times'," he said, softly.

He touched the ash with the tip of his finger, and! the feathery particles sifted about, as if the living had imparted to the inanimate the sence of uneasiness. "For a space I thought he would kiss her. In faith, there is more to Monsieur du Cevennes than I had credited to account. It takes power in the presence of that woman, to resist the temptation to kiss her. But here's a new element, a new page which makes interesting read ing." The man twirled the ends of his moustache.

"What a curious irame of chess life Is! Here's a simple play made compli cated. How serenely I moved towara the coveted checkmate, to find a cas tle towering in the way! I came in here to await young Montaigne. He fails to appear. Chance brings others here, and lo! it becomes a new game. And D'Herouville will be out of hospi tal tomorrow or next day.

Quebec promises to become as lively aa Paris. Diane, he called here. What Is her oblect In concealing; her name? By all the gargoyles of Notre Daoie, but she woulo' lure a bishop rrom n.s nsn of a Friday!" He gathered up a pincn or tne asn and blew it Into the air. 'Happily the poet smelt nothing but paper. sockets ana love-ieiiers; ana D'Herouville and I for cutting eacn other's throats! That Is droll.

Mv faith, I will do It! It will be a tolerably srood stroke. 'I kiss your handsome grey eyes a thousand! times'! Chevalier. Chevalier! Dip steel into blood, and little comes of It; but dip steel into that black liquid named Ink, and a kingdom topples. She is to Be come a nun, too, she eays. I think not." It was the Vicomte d'Halluys: and when, shortly after this soliloquy, Montaljrne came in, he saw that the Vicomte was smll'ng and' staging with the tip of his finger some black ash which sifted about on the table.

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Williams' Medicine Brockvllle, Ont. Russian "Pogrom" Explained. (Russian Correspondent London Times) It perhaps because the word "pogrom" is not understood in West ern Europe tnat the occurrences at Kiseneff and Gomel were described as massacre. There la an important dis tinction for the pogrom le a national institution, and it was not a massacre in the ordinary sense of the term, but a pogrom that took place in these towns. The word "grom" means thunder, and the word pogrom Implies a desire to shatter or destroy ea a thunderstorm deetroya, A mob assembled for purposes of devastation dots not, however, constitute a pogrom unlesg it follows certain well-established and ruies.

Thus, untlS now, pogroms have only been directed against Jews, though the yiMti could be attended to other at-cUoni of the population. The r-o-from Vai first ingysuted after the fcs-aarelnatlon of Alexander It, In mi, when antl-8emltlam and reaction Gnur-lshd under Oanernl IcnatlwfT. The pogrom wse eneeurayed as a means of terrorising th Jaws. Th mtthoJi la jfoUowai-rirst, ilesh and blood wiltliel Hate, as hut lead sinks Into the flesli, so this word Bank Into the Chevalier's soul, blottlnsr out charity and forgiveness Forgive? His laughter rang out hard and sinister. Only God could forgive such a wrong.

How that wrinkled face roused the venom in his soul I Was the mnrquls telling the truth? Had he lied? Was not this tne cui Jnlnatlon of the series of tortures the marquis had Inflicted upon him all tfH'se years: to let him fly once more, only to drag him down into swauow ing mire from which he might never rise? And yet If It were true! and the pnll of shame and ignominy were lifted! The Chevalier grew faint. Dlune! From beyond the wllder- resa spoke, a voice, the luring voice of love. Dlnne! He was free to seek her; no barrier stood between. Ha could return to France. Her letter! He drew it forth, his hands trembling use a woman a.

"France la large. 1." you love me you will find me. I kiss your hnndsnme grey eyes a thousand times." There was still the delicate odor of vervain her perfume clinging to It. Ah, if that terrible eld man were not lying again! If but spoke the truth! Aa he strode back und forth his foot struck something. He bent and pick ed up the object.

It was a grey mask with a long curtain. He carried it to the candle-light and Inspected It. A grey mnsk: what was such a thing doing In Quebec? There were no masks in Quebeo save those which nature herself gave to man, that ever-changing maHk called the human face. A rey mask; what did It recall to him? Ah! Like a bar of light the memory of It returned to him. The mysterious woman of the Corne d'Abondancc! But this mask could not be hers, since she was by now in Spain.

With a movement almost unconscious he held the silken fabric close to his face and inhaled. vervain! "Monsieur," said a soft but thrilling voice from the doorway, "will you re-tuim to me my mask, which I dropped In this room a few moments ago?" As he raised his head the' woman stopped, transfixed. "Diane?" leaped from the Chevalier's Hps. He caught the back of a chair to steady himself. He was mad, he knew he was mad; It had come at last, this loosing of reason, HAPTER XIX.

A Page from Mythology By The Way And a Letter. A man's brain can accept only so many blows or surprises at one time; after that he becomes dazed, incapable of lucid thought. At this moment it seemed to the Chevalier that he was passing through some extravagant dream. The marquis was unreal; yonder was a vapor assuming the form of a woman. He started patiently, waiting for the dream to He was staring Into a beautiful face.

lively, yet possessing that unmarred serenity which the Greeks gave to their female statues; but it was warm as living flesh is warm. Every feature expressed nobility in the catholic sense of the word; the proud, delicate nose, the amiable, curving mouth, the firm chin and graceful throat. In the candle-light the skin had that creamy pallor of porcelain held between the eye and the sun. The hair alone would have been a glory even to a Helen. It could be likened to no color other than that russet gold which lines the chestnut bur.

The eyes were of that changing amber of woodland pools in autumn; and a soul lurked in them, a brave, merry soul, more given to sons; and laughter than to tears. The child of Venus had taken up his abode in this woman's heart; for to see her was to love heir, and to love her was to despair. The tableau lusted several seconds. She was first to recover; being a woman, her mind moved swifter. "Do I wear the shield of Perseus, and IS the head of Medusa thereupon? Truly, 1 have turned M.onsieur du Cevennes into stone!" "Diane, can it be you?" he gasped, seeing that the beautiful vision did not vanish into thin air.

"Diane?" she repeated, moving toward the mantel. "No; not Diane. I am no'longer the huntress; I flee. Call me Daphne." He sprang forward, but she raised her hand warningly. "Do not come too close.

Monsieur, or I shall be forced to change myself Into laurel," still keeping hold Of the mythological thread. "What does it all mean? I am duzed!" He covered his eyes, then withdrew His hand. "You are still there? You do not disappear?" "I am flesh and blood as yet," with low laughter. "And you are here In Quebec?" advancing, his face radient with love and Joy. "Take care, or you will stumble against your vanity." Her glance roved toward the door.

There was something of madness in the Cheva-ller'a eyes. In his hands her mask had become a shapeless mass of silken cloth. "I did not come to Quebeo because you were here, Monsieur; though I was perfectly aware of your presence here. That Is why I ask you not to stumble against your vanity." "What do. you here, in Heaven's naime?" "I am contemplating peace and quiet for the remainder of my days.

It is quite possible that within a few weeks I shall become a nun." "A nun?" stuplfied, "The idea seems to annoy you, Mon-sler," a chill settling upon her tones. "Annoy me? No; it terrifies me. God did not Intend you to be a nun; you wero born for love. And Is there, a man in all the world who loves you half as fondly as You are here in Quebec! And I never even dared dreaan of such a possibility!" "I accompanied a dear friend of mine, whose intention to enter the Ursullnea stirred the desire in my own heart. Love? Is anyman worthy of a woman's love? What protestations, what vows today! And tomorrow, over a cup of wine, the man boasts of a conquest, and casts about for another victim.

It la so." "You wrote a letter to me," he said, remembering. "It was In quite a different tone." He advanced "Was I so indiscreet?" Jestingly, though the rise and fall of her bosom was more than normal. "Monsieur, do not think for the briefest moment that I folol-wed you!" "1 know not what to think. But that letter "What did I say?" "You said that France was large, but that If I loved you I would find you." "And you searched diligently; you sought the four ends of France?" with quiet sarcasm. He could find no words.

"Ah! Have you that letter? I ahoukl like to read It." 8h put forth jlSIjJt'aj'd with a little imperious gts- He fumbled In his blouse. Had his mii.d been less 'blunted he would have thought twice before trusting the mis sive into her keeping. But he gave it to her docilely. There beat but one thought in his brain; she ws here in Quebec, Khe took down a candle fioin the mantel. Hhe read aloud, and her ton was flippant.

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wear, appropriateneu, ana economy of clothing. Box of patter ue alio tent free on raqueu. AddewDeik7 THE WHITE HOUSE, Depot for Irbh reuent Indtutrlci Portrush, Ireland. A-? there is a period of incubation. Hints) are received "from above" by the local' police that it would be well to glva the Jews a lesson.

It will then so hap pen that some three or four months before Easter a propaganda Is commenced in dram shops, cheap restau rants, and other places of popular re sort. Itumora are circulated that the Jewa are exploiting the people, that they are enriching themselves, thao they have killed for ritual purposes a Christian child. Then, when Easter comes, the smallest incident suffices for a pogrom. At Klsheneff It waa a squabble with a Jew who was man-, aging a merry-go-round; at uomei ic waa a dispute with a woman selling herrings; The first manifestation of a pogrom is made by small boys. They, march round the town shouting, throwing atones, and smashing the windows of houses inhabited by Jews.

If the pogrom has commenced spontaneously or its occurrence is not con sidered desirable by the authorities, the police arrest some of the small boys, give them a nogging in a pub lic square, and there the matter ends. But if on the morrow it Is ascertained that no boya have been flogged a mob of adults now gathers, and matters become more serious. The houses of the Jews are entered though as a rule, no one is hurt, and only the furniture is smashed, But above all the great feature cf a po grom is the bringing of bedding to the windows and discharging the feathers it contains into the street be low. The Jews are very great con surnera of poultry, and they carefully keep the feathers. Thus feather beda become a mark of social and indicate the wealth of the fyrnilyv' To open a feather quilt cuts at once at the pride and purse of the Jew.

Tli scattering of the feathers also greatj amuses the crowd, and it is considered fine sport. The police stand aside, only interfering should the Jews resist; then they separate the contend ing parties. On the morning of the third day the? governor or the local autboritiea Issue proclamations, professing to be very; grieved at what has occurred and forbidding the people to assemble in the streets: Perhaps two or three mujika are arrested and publicly flogged. Hera the pogrom generally terminates, ami such pogroms have taken place oft and on for now more than twenty years. so that they fall to cause any par-, tlcu-lar conoema unless they are allowed to continue for.

the third day. By that time the criminal Instincts of the crowd have developed, and the professional criminal ceases to fear the police. Then it Is that men are murdered and women violated. A pogrom is, therefore, a five-act drama. First there Is the propaganda; secondly.

some equabble tnat supplies the pre text; thirdly, litt'e boys go forth to see if the authorities are willing, and if they are not punished for smashing the windows then the fourth act be gins, and the mob brWks the furni ture and scatters the feathers of the bedding. Finally, at the fifth act, the lowest pasfiiona finding themselves unrestrained, rape and murder terminate the drama. But from the very first pebble thrown by a small boy to the last murder committed, all is absolutely under the control of the Government. BRITISH GE0WU COTTON. Large Areas to Be at Once Planted in West Africa.

London, January 28. The Duke of Marlborough, under secretory for the colonies, received a deputation of the British Cotton Growers Association at the Colonial Office this afternoon. The deputation waa much encouraged) by the Governments attitude. The Duke expressed the sympathy of the Government with the movement to secure an adequate supply of British, grown cotton. Large areaa will immediately be planted In West Africa.

The association ia satisfied that the work done is past the experimental stage. A lengthy meeting of the master cotton apinnera waa held at Manchester thla afternoon and discuHsscl detailed plans to restrict gambling ta cotton. The principal propositions were to discontinue buying of futures, ta increase the purchases of c.l.f. (costs. Insurance and freights) cottor: and to carry larger stocks, as a protection against market An alternative plan was to purchase for a atipuiated monthly delivery.

The subject finally was referred to a spe-i clal committee. It was reported to the meeting that, the ahort time movement was progressing satisfactorily. Since I'v sworn oft I've deeply felt sir, What uphill work 'tis drinking geltaerfci But that just makes me know what risky, And downhill wcri 'twas drinking whisky!" 1 Town Topic. "You say that Lord Fucash'a social position has Improved since mar-" rted a rich American girt?" "Yes, tnV deed. Formerly he wu only noble-4 meuv, but now he belongs to our helr eaetooracy." Washington Star.

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fj SYNOPSIS OF PRECEDING CHAPTERS. K- i The Count de BrlHsaq killed In his mansion by a man In a grey cloak, whom the Count caught rifling a private secretary. The slayer escapes, taking with him certain papers relating to a conspiracy, and to wW.ch are attached a number of signatures. He drops his grey cloak. The Chevallw flu Cevenws, bou of the MarquJs do I'erigny, returns from a journey to Home, whither he had be-n sent by Cardinal Masnrln, to And that his grey cloak, which he had loaned to M.

do BaumaCse, has not been returned. He goes to report to the Cardinal, who questions him, and because he will not tell to whom he loaned his clonk, banishes him from Paris. The clonic Is returned by an unknown servant. At the Horn of Plenty inn In Ko-Ehelle, he meets de Sauma.lse, who has come from Paris to tell him that the Cardinal has been convinced of his Innocence, and that he Is at liberty to return. There also turn up at the Inn the Vicomte de Halluys.

ItrnHin-i. ulirvm thfl first, mr-t at Pails, and. who looks singularly like Wmself; alRo Father Chaumonot, the Jesuit. While the priests are in the chateau of the Marquis de Perlgny, the Chevalier enters with some companions, and passes Into another room where they continue a carouse. The Marquis makes up his mind to save his son, feels that it cannot be done by gentle methods.

They quarrel, the Marquis says he TXiS not married to hla aon'n mftlhpr nnrl thf clhevn.ller returns to the inn. There arrive from Rouen two masked ladlee. One is Anne de the ft her (Madame da Bifssac) the secrpt nf hpr Both the Che valier and M. de Saumaisa enlist for service In New France, and go on board the ship Saint Laurent, as aUo does de Halluys and the Count d'Herouville, who has followed the ladies from Paris, and thinks they also have embarked. The Chevalier is visited in, Ms cabin by the Count d'Herouville, who sees the grey cloak hanging on the wall, contrives to touch It, and discovers that there Is a paper'ln tr-e pocket.

He discusses this fact with de Halluys, who is also under suspicion of beirig one of the conspirators; but when, they get their hands on the garment nothing Is found in tt. Arriving at Quebeo, the Chevalier Is Insulted at the Governor's house by one de Levlston, who appears to bei acting in collusion with d'Herouville. The latter declines, in consequence of what de said, to meet the Chevalier in a duel that had been agreed on. De Halluys thereupon Insults d'Herouville and De Raumaise repeats the affront to de LevLston. D'Herouville and de Levfston are wounded in the double "duel that follows.

The Chevalier joes to Three Rivers, and the Marquis de Perlgny arrives at Quebec on a ship which also brings two ladles. Gang to report to we Sovernor the Chevalier enters a room where his father Is seated. CHAPTER XVIII. The Master of Ironies. So they stood for some moments the one with eyes glaring, the other with quiet scrutiny.

"It appears to agree with you began the marquis, There was not the slightest tremor Jn his voice. "You?" The marquis winced inwardly: that pronoun was so pregnant with surprise, contempt, anger, and indignation! "Yes, It Is your paternal parent." "And you could not bave me In peace, even here?" The son stepped back and strained his arms across his chest. "From your tone It would seem so." The marquis sat down. A fit of trembling had seized his legs. How the boy had changed in three months! He looked like a god, an Egyptian god, with that darkened skin; and the tilt of the chin recalled the mother.

"I had hoped never to look upon your face again," coldly. The marquis waved his hand. Life Is a page of disappointments, with a margin of realized expectations, which is narrow Indeed. Will you not sit down?" "I prefer to stand. It is safer for you with the table between us." "Your sword was close to my he-art one night.

I made no effort to repulse it." "Heaven was not quite ready for you, Monsieur." "Heaven or Hell. There seems to be gall in your blood yet." "Who put it there?" The Chevalier was making an effort to control his passion. "I put It there, it Is true. But did you not stir a trifle too well?" "Why are you here? What Is your purpose?" "I have been three months on the water; I have been without my accustomed canary and honey; I have dined upon salt meats till my tongue and stomach are parched like corn. Have you no welcome?" The Chevalier laughed.

"They haven't tamed you, then?" The marquis drew circles in the spilled salt. "Have you become great nn.i rr.snected?" The thrust went deep. A pallor formed under the Chevalier's tan. "I have made some progress, Monsieur. If any laugh, they do so behind my back." The marquis nodded approvingly.

"Have you come all this Journey to mock me?" "Well," the father confessed, "I do not like the way you say They rested. The marquis breathed the easier of the two. "Monsieur, I have not much time to spare. What has brought you here?" "Why am I here? I have come to do my flesh and blood a common Justice. In France you did not give me time." "Justice?" Ironically.

"Is that not a new word In your vocabulary?" "I have always known the word; there were some delicate' shades which I overlooked. I Wed to you." The Chevalier started. "It was a base lie. unworthy of a gentleman and a father." The marquis fumbled at his lips. "The lie fiai kept me rather wakeful.

Anger burns quickly, and the ashes are bitter I am a proud man, but there Is co flaw in my pride. You are my lawful son." "What! Have you gone- to the trouble of having me legitimatized?" with a terrible laugh. "I shRil never lose my temper again," retorted the father, a ghost of a smile parting his thin lips. "Let us put eeide antagonism for the present. It us analyse my action.

Why ehould I go to the trouble of having your tfUe adjusted by parliamentary law? I am too o'd fr Paris; Paris nhall ee me no muie. Am I a man to run after sentimentality You will m-aroo accuse me of that weakness. Were you auifht but what you nre, I should be dining In Rfchelle, with nil my nrpustoiTmd comforts, You are uceeiwor to my titles. Believe n's lr not, as to that I nm totally Indif 1 ferent. I am doing what my sense of Justice demands.

That Is sufficient for me. The night of the day you took passage on the Saint Lnurent I called to the hotel those whilom of yours and charged them on the pain of death to stop a further sil rend to your madness. Scarce a dozen In Kochelle know; Paris is wholly ignorant. Your revenues in the Cevennes are accumulating. Tte-turn to France, or remain here to become great and respected; that Is no concern of mine.

To tell you these facts I have crossed the Atlantic, There can be no maudlin sentiment between you and me; there have been too many harsh wordu, That Is. all I have to say. Digest It well." Silence. A breeze, blowing In through a window, stirred the Ilan's of the candles, and their lines of bluck smoke wavered horizontally through the air. Monsieur le Marquis waited waiting he dj.1 not look at his son; rather he busied himself with the stained ruffles of- h(s sleeve.

The pause grew. It was so long that tb marquis was compelled finally to look up. In his cabinet at 1'erlgny he had a small bronze statue of the goddess the scowling eyes, the bent blows, the widened nostrils, the half-visible row of teeth, all th'ifle he saw 1n the fuce towering above him, "So that Is all you have to say? How easily and complacently you say It! 'Monsieur, the honor I robbed you of I bring back. It is worthless, eitner to you or to me, It Is true. Nevertheless, thank me and bid me be And that is ull you have to say!" The marquis sat back in his chair, thunderstruck.

"It is nothing, then," went on" the son, leaning across the table and speaking in those thin tones of one who represses fury; "it Is nothing that men have laughed behind my back, insulted me to my face? It is nothing that my trust in humanity is gone? All these things are Inconsiderable! In a moment of anger you told me this unholy lie, without cause, without definite purpose, without Justice, carelessly, as a pastime?" "Not a a patiine, not carelessly; rather with a definite purpose, to bring you to your senses. You were becoming an insolent drunkard," The Chevalier stretched out a hand. "We have threshed that subject well. We will not recall it." "Very well." The marquis's anger was close to the surface. This was his reward for what he understood to be a tremendous He had come three thousand miles to make a restitution only to receive covert curses for bis pains! "But I beg of you not to repeat that extravagunt play-acting.

This glass belongs to Monsieur de Lauson, and it might cost you dear." "Is your heart made of stone or of steel that you think you can undo what you have done? Can I believe you? How am I to tell you that you are not doubling on the lie? Is not all this because you are afraid to die without succession, the fear that, men will laugh?" "I am not afraid of anything," sharply; "not even of ridicule." "Well, Monsieur le Marquis, neither am I. You have wasted your time." "So I perceive," sourly. "A letter would have been more to the purpose." "It would Indeed. It Is the sight of you, Monsieur, that rouses fury and unbelief. We ought never to meet again." "1 will go at once," making a movement to rise.

"Wait till I have done. You will do well to listen, as I swear to God I shall never address a word to you again. Your death-bed shall be no more to me than my heart has been to you. Ah, could 1 but find a way to wring your heart ns you have wrung mine! You have wasted your time. I shall never resume my title, if indeed 1 have one; I shall never return to France.

Do as you please with my estates. There Is an abyss between us; you can never cross It, and I shall never make the attempt." "Supposing I had a heart," quietly; "how would you go about to wring It?" "There are easier riddles, Monsieur. If you waked to the sense of what it is to love, waked as a sleeping volcano wakes, and I knew the object of this love, it is possible that I might find a way to wring your heart. But I refuse ot concern myself with such ridiculous Impossibilities." It was the tone, not the words, that cut; but the marquis gave no sign. He was tired physically and felt himself mentally incompetent to play at Repartee.

Besides, he had already lost too much through his love of this double-edged sword. "Suppose it was belated paternal love, as well as the scntie of Justice, that brings me into this desert?" The Chevalier never knew what it cost the proud old man to utter these words. "Monsieur," laughing rudely, "you are always will be, the keenest wit in France!" "I am an old man," softly. "It is something to acknowledge that I did you wrong." "You have brought the certificate of imy birth?" bluntly. "I searched for it, but unfortunately I could not find it;" and a shadow of worry crossed the marquis's face.

For the first time In his life he became conscious of incompleteness, of having missed something In the flight. "I have told you the truth. I can say no more. I had some hope that we might stand ogaln upon the old footing." "I shall not even visit your grave." "I might turn over, it Is true," a flare in the grey eyes. "And, after all, I have a heart." "Good heaven! Monsieur, your mind wanders!" the Chevalier exclaimed.

The marquis swept the salt from the iable. The movement was not lm- pntlent; rather resigned. "There is nothing more to be said. You may go. Our paths shall not cross again." The Chevalier bowed, turned, and walked toward the door through which he had entered.

He stopped at the threshold and looked back. The grey eyes met grey eyes; but the son's burned with hate. The marqu'u listening, heard the soft pat of moe-casined feet. He was alone. He scowled, but not with anger.

The chill of stone lay upon his flesh. "It is my blood," he mused; "my blood and hers; mine the pride of the hers the pride of the heart. I have lost something; what is it?" II slid forward In his chair, his head sunk between hi shoulders. Thus the governor, returning, found him. As for the phevaller, on leaving his father hejiad a YgST'it Jt passing lino Crie of lift CoTHiclT chanT-trs, attracted poswIMy by the lights.

Tumult was in his heart, chaos in his brain; rage and exultation, unbelief and credulity. He floated, drifted, dreamed. His father! It was so fantastic. That cynical, cruel old man here In Quebec! to render common Justice! A lie! He had lied, then, that mad night? There was ringing In the Chevalier's ears and a blurring In his eyes. He rlfd i.Ut clenched hands, only to drop tl.cm limply, impo'ently.

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