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CHAPTER I. W A n E W O L IT 1 ,11 AD afterwards such good reason to look back upon and remember the events of that aft- e r n o o n, that Catherine's voice seems to ring in my brain even now. 1 cnu shut niy eyes and see again, after all these years, what i saw then—just the blue summer sky, and one gray angle of the keep, from which a fleecy cloud was trailing like the smoke from a chimney. I could see no more because I was lying on my back, my head resting on my hands. Marie and Croisette, my brothers, were lying by me in exactly tho same posture, and a few yards aw;' 1 .' on the terrace, Catherine wi.:- si! Mug on a stool Gil had ' brought ou* for her. It was the second Thursday in August, and hot. Even the jackdaws were silent. I had almost fallen asleep, watching my cloud grow longer and longer, andthinner and thinner, when Croisette, who cared for heat no more than a lizard, spoke up sharply: "Mademoiselle," he said, "why are you watching the Cahors road?" I had not noticed that she was doing so. But something 1 in the keenness of Croisette's tone, taken perhaps with the fact that Catherine did not at once answer him, aroused me; and I turned to her. And lo! she was blushing in the most heavenly way, and her eyes were full of tears, and she looked at us adorably. And we all three sat up on our elbows, like three puppy dogs, and looked at her. And there was a long silence. And then she said quite simply to us: "Boys, I am going to be married to M. de Pavannes." I fell flat on my back and spread out iny arms. "Oh, mademoiselle!" I cried reproachfully. "Oh, mademoiselle!" cried Marie. And he fell flat on his back, and spread out his arms and moaned. He was a good brother, was Marie, and obedient. And Croisette cried: "Oh, mademoiselle!" too. But he was always ridiculous in his ways. He fell flat on his back, and flopped his arms and squealed like a pig. Yet he was sharp. It was he who first remembered our duty, and went to Catherine, cap in hand, where she sat half angry and half confused, and said, with a fine redness in his cheeks: "Mile, de Caylus, our cousin, we give you joy, and wish you long life; atfcl are your servants and the good frierids and aiders of M. de Pavannes in all quarrels, as—" But 1 could not stand that. "Not so fast, St. Croix de Caylus," I said, pushing him aside—he was ever getting before me in those days—and taking his place. Then, with my best bow, I began: "Mademoiselle, we give you joy and long life, and are your servants and the good friends and aiders of M. de Pavanues in all quarrels, as—as—" "As becomes the cadets of your house," suggested Croisette, softly. "As becomes the cadets of your house," 1 repeated. And then Catherine stood up and made me a low bow, and we all kissed her hand in turn, beginning with me and ending with Croisette, as was becoming. Afterwards Catherine threw her handkerchief over her face—she was crying—and we three sat down, Turkish fashion, just where we were, and said: "Oh, Kit!" very softly But presently Croisette had something to add. "What will the Wolf say?" he whispered to me, "Ah! To be sure!" 1 exclaimed, aloud. I had been thinking of myself before; but this opened quite another window, "What will the Vidame say, Kit?" She dropped her handkerchief from her face, and turned so pale that I was sorry 1 bad spoken—apart f row the kick Croisette gave me, "Is M, de Bezers at his house?" she asked, anxiously, "Yes," Croisette answered, *'He came in last night from St. Antonin.with very small attendance." The news seemed to set her fears at rest instead of augmenting them, as I should have expected, I suppose they were rather for JUouis de Pavannes than for herself. Not unnaturally, too, for even the Wolf could scarcely bave found it in his heart to hurt our cousin. Her slight, willowy figure, her pale, ovel face and gentle brown eyes, her ple<»8- ant voice, her kindness, seemed to us boys, and in those days, to sum up all that was womanly. We pould not re^ member, not even Croisette, the youngest of us—who was IT, a year junior to Marie and myself—we were twins—the time when we had not been in love with her. Butlet me explain how we f our.wbose united ages scarce exceeded 70 years, came to be lounging on the terrace ia the holiday stillness of that, afternoon, it was the summer of 1572. Tho great peace, it will be remembered, between th§ Catholics and the Huguenots had not long beep declared; the Frenchmen hoped, to be cemented by the marriage of Henry of Navarre with Margaret of Valois, the king's sister. Vicomte de Caylus, Catherine's father and our guardian, was one of the governors appointed to see the peace enforced; the respect in which he was held by both parties—he was a Catholic, but no bigot, God rest his soul!—recommending him for this employment, lie had therefore gone a week or two before to Bayonne, his province. Most of our neighbors in Quercy were likewise from home, having gone to Paris to be witnesses on one side or the other of tho royal wedding. And consequently we young people, not greatly cheeked by the presence of good-natured, sleepy Mme. Claude 1 , Catherine's duenna, were disposed to make the most of our liberty and to celebrate the peace in our qwu fashion. We were country folk. Not one of us had been to Pan, much less to Paris. The vicomte held stricter views than were common then upon young people's education; and, though we had learned to ride and shoot, to use our swords and toss a hawk, and to read ^ul write, wu knew little more than Catherine herself of the world; little more of the pleas- tires and sins of court life, and not one- tenth as much as she did of its graces. Still, she had taught us to dance and make a bow. Her presence had softened our mariners; and qf late we had gained something from the frank companionships of Louis de Pavannes, a Huguenot whom the vicomte had taken prisoner at Moncontour and held to ransom. We were not, I think, mere clownish yokels. But we were shy. We disliked and shunned strangers. And when old Gil appeared suddenly, while we were still chewing the melancholy cud of Kit's announcement, and cried sepulchrally: "M. le Vidame de Bezers to pay his respects to mademoiselle!"—Well, there was something like a panic, I confess! We scrambled to our feet, muttering: "The Wolf!" The entrance at Caylus is by a ramp rising from the gateway to the level of the terrace. This sunken way is fenced by low walls so that one may not—when walking on the terrace —fall into it. Gil Bad spoken before his head had well risen to. view, and this gave us a moment, just a moment. Croisette made a rush for the doorway into the house; but failed to gain'it, and drew himself up behind a buttress ,of the lower, his linger on his lip." I am slow sometimes, and Marie waited for me, so that we had barely got to our legs—looking, I dare say, awkward and ungainly enough—before the Vidaine's shadow fell darkly on the ground at, Catherine's feet. "Mademoiselle!" he said, advancing to her through the sunshine, a ad bending over her slender hand with a magnificent grace that was born of his size and manner combined, "I rode hi late last night from Toulouse; and I go to-morrow to Paris. I have but rested and washed off the stains of travel that I may lay my—ah!" He seemed to see us for the first time, and negligently broke off in his compliment; raising himself and saluting us. "Ah," he continued, indolently, "two of the maidens of Caylus, I see. With an odd pair of hands apiece, unless I am mistaken. Why do you not set them spinning, mademoiselle?" and he regarded us with'that smile which—with other things as evil—had made him famous. Croisette pulled horrible faces behind his back. We looked hotly at. him; but could find nothing to say. "You grow red!" he went on, pleasantly—the wretch!—playing with us as a cat does with mice. "It offends your dignity, perhaps, that I bid mademoiselle set you spinning? I now would spin at mademoiselle's bidding, and think it happiness!" "We are not girls!" I blurted out, with the flush and tremor of a boy's passion. "You had not called my godfather, Anne de Hontmorenci, a girl, M. le Vidame!" For though we counted it a joke among ourselves that we all bore girls' names, we were young enough to be sensitive about it. He shrugged his shoulders. And how he dwarfed us all as he stood there dominating our terrace! "M, de Mont" morenci was a man," he said, scornful^ Jy. "M. Anne de Caylus is—" And the villain deliberately turned his great back upon us, faking his seat on the low wall near Catherine's chair. It was clear even to our vanity that he did) not think us worth another word— that we had passed absolutely from his mind, Mme. Claude came waddling out: at the same moment, Gil carrying a chair behind her. And we—well, we slunk away and sat on the other side of the terrace, whence we could still glower at the offender. 'Yet who were we to glower at him? To this day I shake at the thought of him. It was not so much his height and, bulk, though he was so big that the clipped, pointed fashion, of his beard—a fashion then new at- courts Beemed on him incongruous and effeminate; nor so m u ch the sinister glance of his gray eyes—he had a-slight cast in them; nor the grimy suavity of his manner, and the harsh, threatening voice tha$ permitted ol no disguise, It was the sum of these things, the great, brutal presence of the man,-— that was Qyerpowfiring-rthftt paxfe $^ falter ami the popr crouch. And then his reputation! Though w« Idicw little of the world's wickedness, all \vc did know had come to us linked with his name. We had heard-of him aa a duellist, as a bully, an employer of brnvos. At Jarnnc he had been the last to' turn from the shambles. Men culled him cruel and vengeful even for those days—gone by now, tJmnk God! —and whispered his name when they spoke of assassinations; saying commonly of him'that he would not blench before a Guise, nor blush before the virgin. Such was our visitor and neighbor, Unotil <1c Mar, Vidame do Hc/crs. As lie sat on the terrace, now eyeing us askance, and now paying Catherine a compliment, I likened him to a great, cat before which a butterfly has all unwittingly flirted her prettiness. Poor Catherine! No doubt she had her own reasons for uneasiness; mor'6 reasons, I fancy, than I then guessed. For she seemed to have lost her voice. She stammered and made but poor replies; and Mine. Claude being deaf and stupid, and we boys too timid after the rebuff'we had experienced to fill tho pap, tj:n conversation languished. The Vidame was not for his part the man to put himself out on a, hot day. It was after one of these pauses—not tho first but the longest—that I started on finding his eyes fixed on mine. More, I shivered. It is hard to describe, but there was a look in the vidame'.-i eyes at that moment which I had never seen before. A look of pain almost; of dumb savage alarm at any rate. From me they passed slowly to Marie and mutely interrogated him. Then the vidame's glance traveled back to Catherine, and settled on her. Only a moment before she had been but too conscious oil his presence. Now, as it chanced by bad luck, or in the course of Providence, something had drawn her attention elsewhere. She was unconscious of his regard. Her own eyes were fixed in a far-away gaze. Her color was high, her lips were parted, her bosom heaved gently. The shadow deepened on the vidame's face. Slowly he took his eyes, from hers, and looked northwards also. Caylus Castle stands on a rock in the middle of the narrow valley of that name. The town clusters about' the ledges of the rock so closely that when I was a boy I could fling a stone clear of the houses. The hills are scarcely GOO yards distant on cither side, rising in tamer colors from the green fields about the brook. It is possible from the terrace to see the whole valley, and the road which pavsses through it lengthwise. Catherine's eyes wore on tho northern extremity of 'the defile, where the highway from Cahors descends from the uplands. She had been sitting with her face turned that way all the afternoon. I looked that way too. A solitary horseman was descending the steep track from the hills. "Mademoiselle!" cried the vidame, suddenly. We all looked up. His tone was such that the color fled from Kit's face. There was something in his voice she had never heard in any voice before—something that to a woman was like a blow. "Mademoiselle," he snarled, "is expecting news from Cahors, from her lover. I have the honor to congratulate M. de Pavannes on his conquest." Ah! he had guessed it! As the words fell on the sleepy silence, an insult in themselves, I sprang to my feet, amazed and ang-ry, yet astounded by his quickness of sight and wit. He must have flic air of Paris; is not good for Huguenots, I am told." I saw Catherine shiver; indeed, she was on the point of fainting. I broke in rudely, my passion getting the bettor of 711 y fears. "M. clc Pavannes can take care'of himself, believe me," I said, brusquely. "Perhaps F;O," rJe.-'.crs answered, his voice like the grating of steel on steel. "P>ut at any rate this will be a memorable day for mademoiselle. The day on which she receives her first eongratula- tionS'-Khe will remember it as long as ulic lives! Oh, yes, I will answer for that, M. Anno," he said, looking brightly at one and another of us, his eyes more oblique than ever, "mademoiselle will remember it, I am sure!" Jt would be impossible to describe the devilish glance he flung at the poor sinking girl as he withdrew, the horrid emphasis ho throw into those last words, the covert deadly threat they conveyed to the dullest ears. That he went then was small mercy. He had done all the evil he could do at present. If his desire had been to leave fear behind him, he had certainly succeeded. Kit, crying softly, went into the house; her innocent coquetry more than sufficiently punished already. And we three looked at one another with blank faces. It was clear that we had made a dangerous enemy, and an enemy at our own gates. As the vidame had said, those were troublous times when things were done to men—ay, and to women and children—which we scarce dare to speak of now. "I wish the vi- comte were here," Croisette said, uneasily, after we had discussed several unpleasant contingencies. "Or even Malines, the steward," I suggested. Buck- Wheat Flour..... i&Si.A.aL, asfS'X'.A.'raa I*W1 v4? ^Aj and Bag thrown in. 12-lb. 24-lb. sacks, sacks, —AT TIIE- 3O 55 cts. cts. M. I'. HAGGARD. G, F. Haggard & l*cek, Successors to JONES & Smirr. ABSTRACTS, HEAL ESTAT COLLECTIONS. Ar-tiOWA, IOWA. Water + Mill, or our FLOUR STORE next door south of the REPUBLICAN Office. -JONES ft. STACY, A. D. Clarke & Co., FARM LOANS. Ken r A Ipuiiil State BaBk. A I.GONA, IA. Best Thing on Earth i GKO. 15. CIiAHKE, CIIAS. A.COHKNOWtt Clarke & Cohemmi', ATTORNEYS AT LA W. AI.OONA, IOWA. ERICAS CREAM IAND SEPERATOR 1 Boys, I am BOinB to be married to M. de Pa- vatmea." recognized the Pavannes badge at that distance. "M. le Vidame," I said, indignantly—Catherine was white and voiceless—"M. le Vidame—" but there I stopped and faltered, stammering. For behind him I could see Croisette; and Croisette gave me no sign of encouragement or support. So we stood face to face for a moment; the boy and the man of the world, the stripling and the roue. Then the vidame bowed to me in quite a new fashion, "M. Anno de Caylus desires to answer for M, de Pavannes?'' he aske-1, smoothly; with a mocking smoothness. J understood what he meant. But something prompted me^-Croisette eaid afterwards that it was Q happy thought, though now I know the crisis to have been less serious than he fancied—to answer: ''Nay, not for M. de Pavannes. Bather for my cousin." And I bowed. "I have the honor on her behalf to ^acknowledge you'r congratulations, M, le Vidame, It pjeases her that our Dearest neighbor should also be the first outside the famjly to wish/her well, You have divined truly in supposing that she will shortly be united to M. de Pavannes." I suppose—for J. sa,w the giant's color change and his lip quiver as I spoke- that his previous words had been only r. guess. For a moment the devil seemed to foe glaring through his eyes; an,d ho looked, at Marie and mo as a wild animal at its keepers. Yet he maintained his cynical politeness ju part. "Mademoiselle desires my con gratulations? 1 ' he said, slowly, laboring with each word, it seemed. "Shu ehalj have them on the happy day. She Ph&ll certainly have them then. But these are trpublo$s times. And raa4«- mpiseHe'sbetrot-hedis,} think, npt, ancj h,as gone to Paris. Paris "Ho would not be much good," replied Croisette. "And he is tit St. Antonin, Mid will not be back this week. Father Pierre, too, is at AlbL" "Ton do not think," said Marie, "that he will attack us?" "Certainly not!" Croisette retorted, with contempt. "Even the vidame would not dare to do that in time of peace. Besides, he has not half a score of men here," continued the lad, shrewdly, "and counting old Gil aad ourselves we have as many. And Pavannes always said that three men could hold the gate at the bottom of the ramp against a score. Oh, he will not try that!" "Certainly not," I agreed. And so we crushed Marie. "But for Louis de Pa- vannes—" Catherine interrupted me. She came out quickly, looking a different person; her face flushed with anger, her tears dried. "Anne!" she cried, imperiously, "what is the matter down below—will j-ou see?" I hacl no difficulty in doing that. All the sounds of town life came up to us on the terrace. Lounging there we could hear the chaffering over the wheat measures in the cloisters of the market square, the yell of a dog, the voice of a scold, the church bell, the watchman's cry. I had only to step to the wall to overlook it all. On this summer afternoon the town had been for the most part very q uiet. If we had not been engaged in our own affairs we should have taken the alarm before, remarking- in the silence the first beginnings of what was now a very respectable tumult. It swelled louder even as we stepped to the wall. We could sec—a bend in the street laying it open—part of the vidame's house; the gloomy square hold which had come to him from his mother. His own chateau of Bezers lay far away in Tranche Comte, but of late he had shown a preference—Catherine could best account for it, perhaps—for this mean house in Caylus. It was the only house in the town which did not belong to us. 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