fm MPttfcLiCAN, ALtitWA, IOWA, WEDNESDAY, APBlt 15, 1896. "Ohl" cried Catherine, clasping her hands with a sudden shriek of indignation, "my letter! They will -get my letter 1" "Death!" exclaimed Croisette. "She is right! It is M.do Pavnnncs' 'Courier! This must be stopped! We cannot stand this, Anne!" "They shall pay dearly for it, by our lady!" I cried, 'swearing myself. "And In peace time, too—the villains! Gill- Francis I" 1 shouted. "Where are yon?" And 1 looked round for any fowling piece, while Croisctte jumped upon tho wall, and, forming a trumpet with hi.s hands, shrieked at the top of his voice: -"Back! he bears a letter from the •vicomte!'" But the device did not ^succeed, and I •could not find my gun. 'For a moment we were helpless, and before I could have fetched the gun from the house the horseman and the liooting rabble at his heels had turned a corner and were hidden by the roofs. Another turn, hov/p.vor, wonld-bring them out in front of the gateway, and. seeing this, we hurried-down the ram]) to meet them. I stayed a moment, to tell Gil to collect the servants, and, this keeping me, Croisette reached the narrow street outside before me. As I followed him I was nearly knocked down by the rider, whose face was covered with 'dirt and blood, -while fright had rendered his horse unmanageable. Darting aside, I let (him pass—he was blinded and .could notrsee me—and then fotind that'Croisette—>brave lad!—had collared the foremost of the ruffians and was foeaiting him <with his sheathed sword.wtbile the rest<of :the rabble stood •back, ashamed, yet sullen, and with longer in their eyes. A'dangerous crew, I though*; snot to-wmemen, most of them. "Down, with the fEDuguenots!" cried •one, as I .appeared, (bolder than the rest. « "Dowoa. with the canaille!" I retorted, sternly, eyeing the all-ilooking ring 1 . "Will you. set yourselves above the king's peace, dirt that you are ? • Go back to your kennels!'" The words were scaiscely out of my mouth before I saw that the fellow whom Croiserte was punishing had got hold of a .dagger. 1 .-shouted a warning, but it came too late. The blade fell, and—thanks to .God—striking the buckle of the lad's belt, glanced oti harmless. I saw the >steel flash up again—saw the spite in the man's eyes ; but this time 1 was a step nearer, and before the weapon fell I passed my sword clean through the wretch's body. He went down like a log, Croisette falling with him, held fast by His stiffening lingers. I had never killed a man before, nor seen a man .die; and if I had .stayed to think about it, I should have fallen sick perhaps. But • it was no time for thought; no time for sickness. The crowd were close upon us, a line of flushed threatening faces from wall to wall. A single glance downwards told me that the man was dead, and I set my 'foot upon his neck. "Hojands! Beasts!?' I cried, not loudly this time, /'for though I was like one possessed with rage, it was inward rag-e, "go to your kennels! Will you dare to raise a hand against a Caylus? Go—or when the vicomte returns, a dozen of you shall hang in the mai-ket place!" 1 suppose I looked fierce enough—I know I felt no fear, only a strange ex- altation—fo'r they slunk away. Un- willingly.butwithlittledelay the group melted, Breze*-s' following—of whom I knew the dead man was one—the last to go. While I still glared at them, lo! the street was empty; the last had disappeared round the bend. I turned to find Gil and half a dozen servants standing with pale faces,at my back. Croisette seized my hand with a sob, "Oh, roy Lord," cried Gil, quaveringly. But I shook one off, I frowned at the other. "Take iip this carrion!" I said, touching it with my foot, " and hang itfrom the justice elm, And then close the gates! See to it, knaves, and lose no time." :, CHAPTER II, THE VIPAME'S' THREAT, Croisette used to tell a story, of-the facts of wjhich. I have no- remembrance, save as a bad dream. He would have it that I left my pallet that night—I had one to myself in the summer, being the eldest, while he and Marie slept in another in the same room—and came ^o him and awoke him, sobbing and shaking and clutching him; and begging, him in a fit of terror not to let me go,.' And that so I slept in his arms Until morning. But as I have said, I do not remember anything of this, only that I had an ugly dream that night, and that when I awoke I was lying with him and Marie; so I cannot say whether it really happened. At .any rate, if I had any feeling of the'kiud it did not last long; on the contrary—it would- be idle to deny it—I was flattered by the sudden respect Gil and the servants showed me. What -Catherine thought of the matter J could not tell. She had the letter anil apparently found it satisfactory. At 'may rate we saw nothing of her. Mme. g/ude was busy boiling simples, and i fending the messenger's hurts. And |t seemed natural that I Should taUe pojjimand. There could be no doubt—at any rate we had none—that the assault on the courier had taken place at the vidnme's instance. The only wonder was that he had not simply cut his throat and taken the letter. But looking back now it seems to me that grown men mingled some childishness with their cruelty in those days—days when the religious wars had aroused our worst passions. It was not enough to kill aai enemy. It pleased people to make—I speak literally—a football of his head, to throw his heart to the dogs. And mo doubt it had fallen in with the vidame's grim humor that the bearer of Pavnnncs' first love letter should enter his mistress' presence, bleeding and plastered with mud. And that the riffraff about our own gates should have part i n the insult. Bezers' wrath would be little abated by the issue of the affair, or the justice I had done on one>of his men. So we looked well to bolts and bars and windows, although the -castle is well-nigh impregnable, the -smooth rock falling 20 'feet at least on 'every side from the Taase of the walls. The gatehouse, Pavannes had sftiown us, might be blown up with .'gunpowder, indeed, fo.int we prepared ;to close the iron grating which barred the way half-way up the ramp. This 'done, even if the enemy should succeed in forcing an entrance he would only find himself caught in a trap—in a steep, narrow vn.y exposed to :a 'fire, from the top of the flanking wallls, as well as from the front. We had ;a couple of culverines, which the vicomte had got 20 years before, at the time of the battle of St. •Qmentin. We fixed one of these at the bead of the ramp, and placed the other en the terrace, 'where by moving it a few paces forward we could train it on Bezers' house, which thus lay at our mercy. Not that we treally expected an at- tae'k. But we -did not know what to expect or what to fear. We had ftot ten servants, the 'v'ieorntc having taken a score of the sturdiest lackeys and keepers <to attend him at Bayonne. And we felt immensely responsible. Our maiu hope was that. the vidame would at. once go to Paris.-and postpone his vengeance. So .again and again we cast longing .glances .at the House of the Wolf, hoping that each symptom of bustle heralded his departure. Consequently it was a shock to me, and a great downfall of hopes, when Gil, with a grave face, camo to me on the terrace .and .announced that M. le Vidame was at the .gate, asking to see mademoiselle. "It is out of the (question that he should see her," the -aid servant added, scratching- his head mgrave perplexity. "Most certainly. I will see him instead," I .answered, stoutly. "Do you leave Francis and another at the gate, Gil. Marie, keep within sight, lad. And let Croisctte stay with me." These preparations made—and they took up scarcely a moment-—I met the vidame at the head of the ramp. "Mile. do Caylus," I said, bowing, "is, I regret to say, indisposed to-day, vidame." "She will not see me ?" he asked, eyeing me very unpleasantly. "Her indisposition deprives her of the pleasure," I answered, with an effort. He was certainly a wonderful man, for at sight of him three-fourths of my courage, and all my importance, oozed out at the heels of my boots. "She will not see me. Very well," he replied, as if I had not spoken. And the simple words sounded like a sentence to say ten "Did you take the wolf for a sheep) 1 " o| death. "Then, M. Anne, I have $ crow to pick with you.. What compensation do you propose to make for the death of my servant? A decent, quiet fellow, whom you killed yesterday, poor map, because his enthusiasm for the true faith carried him away a little." "Whom J killed because he drew a dagger on M, St^Croix de Caylus at'the •sicomte's gate," I answered, steadily. I had thought about this, of course,' and was ready fox- it. "You are aware, M. de Bezers," | continued, "that the vlcornt-e has jurisdiction extending to life and death over all persons within the valley?" "My household excepted," be rejoined, quietly. "Precisely; while they are within the curtilage of your house,"-! retorted. "However, us the punishment was summary, and the man had »q time to confess himself, I am willing-.to—" "Well?" "To pay Farther Pierre masses for his soul." The way the vidame received this su r- prised me. He broke into boisterous laughter. "By our lady, my friend," he cried, with rough merriment, "bul you are a joker! You arc, indeed. Masses? Why, the man was a Protestant!" And that startled me more than anything which had gone before; more, indeed, than I can explain. For it seemed 1o prove that this man, laughing his unholy laugh, was not like other men. He did not pick and choose his servants for their religion. He was sure that the Huguenot would stone his fellow athir, bidding; the Catholic cry: "Vive Coligny!" i was so completely taken aback that I found no words to answer him, and it was Croisette who said. smartly: "Then how about his enthusiasm for the true faith, M. le Vidame?" "The true faith," he answered — "for my servants is my faith." Then a thought seemed to strike him! "What is more," he continued, slowly, "that it is the true and only faith for all, thousands will learn before the world is ten days older. Bear my words in mind, boy! They will come back to you. And now hear mo," he went on in his usual tone, "1 am anxious to accommodate a neighbor. It goes withou f, saying that I would not think of putting you, M. Anne, to any trouble for the sake of that rascal of mine. But my people will expect something. Let the plaguy fellow who caused all this disturbance be given up to me, that I may hang him, and let us cry <jtiits." "That is impossible," I answered, coolly. I had no need to ask what he meant. Give up Pavannea' messenger, indeed! Never! He regarded me — .unmoved by my refusal — with a smile under which I chafed, while I was impotent to resent it. "Do not build too much on a single blow, young gentleman," he said, shaking 1 his head, waggishly. "I had fought a 'dozen times when I was your age. However, I understand that you refuse to give me satisfaction ?" '"Iii the mode you mention, certainily.;" I replied. "But—" '"Bah!" he 'exclaimed, with a sneer, *%usiness firsthand pleasure afterwamfe'! Bezers will o'btain satisfaction in ihis own way, I promise you that! And. 'at fais --OW71 time. And it will not be on unfledged bantflings like you. But what is this for'.?" And he rudely kicked the •oulverin, which apparently he had not noticed Ibefore. "So! so! understand," he continued, casting a sharp glance at one and another of us. "You looked to be besieged! 'Why, you booby, there is the shoot -of your kitchen midden, 20 feet a'bove the roof of old Fretis -store ! And open, I .will be sworn! Do you think that I-s'hould have come this way while there was u ladder in Caylus'? Did you take the wolf for a sheep?" With that he turned on his heel, swag- •prering away in the full enjoyment of liis triumph. For a triumph it was. We stood stunned ; ashamed to look one another ia the face. Of course the shoot was open. We remembered nO'.v that it was. and w.e were so sorely mortified by his knowledge of our folly, that I failed in my courtesy, and did not see him to the gate, .as I should have done, 'We paid for that later. "H« is the 'devil in person!" I exclaimed, angrily, shaking my fist at the House of the Wolf, as I strode up and down impatiently. "I hate him worse! " "So do I!" said Croisette, mildly. "But that he hates us is a matter of more importance. At any rate we widl close the shoot." "Wait a moment!" I replied, as, after another volley of complaints directed at our visitor, the lad was moving oil' to see to it. "What is going on clown there?" "Upon my word, I believe he is leaving us!" Croisette rejoined sharply. For there was a noise of hoofs below us, clattering on the pavement. Haifa-dozen horsemen were issuing from the House of the Wolf, the ring of their bridles and the sound of their careless voices came up to us through the clear morning air. Bezers' valet, whom we knew by sight, was the last of them. He had a pair of great saddle-bags before him, and at sight of these we uttered a glad exclamation. "He is going!" I murmured, hardly able to believe my eyes. "He is going after all ! " "Wait!" Croisette answered dryly. But he was right. We had not to wait long. He was going. In another moment he came out himself, riding a strong iron-gray horse; and we could see that he had holsters to his saddle. His steward was running beside him, to take, I suppose, his last orders. A cripple, whom the bustle had attracted from his usual haunt, the church porch, held up his hand for alms. The vidame as he passed, cut him savagely across the face with his whip, and cursed him audibly, "May the devil take him!" exclaimed Croisette in just rage. But I said noth^ fug, remembering that the cripple was A particular pet of Catherine's. I thought instead of an occasion.not so ^ery long ago, when the vicomte being at home, we had had a great hawking- party. Bezers and Catherine had ridden up. the street together, and Cath-^ erine giving the cripple a piece of money, Bezers had flung to him, all his share of the game. * And my heart sank. Only for a moment, however. The man was gone; or was going at any rate. We stood silent and motionless, all watching, until after what seemed a Joug interval, the little party of seven J-ecame visible on, the white road far ?ielow us — to the northward, and moving- in that direction. Still we watched them, muttering a word to one another, now and again, until presently the riders slackened their pace, ajad begajj to ascend the winding- track that- led to the hills and Cahors; and to Paris also, if one went far enough. Then, at length with a loud "Whoop!" we dashed across the terrace, Croisette leading-, and so through the courtyard to the parlor; where we arrived breathless. '-'H£ is ,a$ ! '' Croisette cried, shril- ly, "lie has started for Paris! And bad luck go with him!" And we all threw up our caps and-shouted. But no answer, such as we expected, came from the women folk. Wlien we picked up our caps, and looked at Catherine, feeling rather foolish, she was staring at us with a white face and great scornful eyes. "Fools!" she said. "Fools!" And that was all. But it wa« enough to take me aback. I had looked to see her face lighten at our news; instead it wore an expression I had never seen on. it before. Catherine, so kind and so gentle, calling us fools! And without cause! 1 did not understand it. I turned confusedly to Croisctte. He Was looking at her, and 1 saw that he was frightened. As for Mmc. Claude, she was crying in the corner. A pro' sentiment of evil made my heart sink like lead. What had happened ? "Fools!" my cousin repeated, with exceeding bitterness, her foot tapping the parquet unceasingly. "Do you think he would have stooped to avenge himself on you? On you! Or that he could hurt me 100th part as much here as—as—" She broke off stammering. Her scorn faltered for an instant. "Bali! he is a man! lie knows!" she exclaimed, superbly, her chin in the air; "but you are boys. You do not understand !" I looked amazcdly at this angry woman. 1 had a difficulty in associating her with my cousin. As for Croisette, he stepped forward abruptly, and picked up a white object which was tying at her feet. "Yes, read it!" she cried, "read it! Ah!" and she clenched her little hand, •and in hei passion struck the oak table toeside her, so that a stain of blood •sprang out of her knuckles. "Why did you not kill him? Why did you not do it while you had the chance? You were 'three to one!" she hissed. "You had him in your power! You could have killed him, and you clld not! Now he will kill me!" Mme. Claude muttered something tearfully; something .about Pavannes and the saints, i looked over Croisette's shoulder, and read the letter. It began abruptly without any term, of address, and ran thras: "I have a mission in Paris, mademoiselle, which admits of no delay, your mission, as well as my own—to see Pavannes. You have won his heart. lit is yours, and I will bring it to you, ©r his right hand, in token that he has yielded up his claim to yours. And to this 1 pledge myself." The thing bore no signature. It was written in some red fluid—blood- perhaps—a mean and sorry trick! On the outside? was scrawled a direction to Mile, de Caylus. And the packet was sealed with <Ja« vidame's crest, a wolfs head. "The coward 1 ! The miserable coward!" Croisette cried. He was the first to read the 'meaning 1 of the thing. And his eyes were full of tears—tears of rage. For me, i was angry exceedingly. My veins seemed full pf fire, as I comprehended the mean cruelty which could thus torture a girl. "Who delivered this?" I thundered. "Who gave it to mademoiselle? How did it reach her hands? Speak, some one!" A maid, whimpering in the background, said that Francis hud given it to her to hand to mademoiselle. I ground my teeth together, while Marie, unbidden, left the room to seek Francis—and a stirrup leather. The vidame had brought the note in his pocket, no doubt, rightly expecting that he would not get an audience of my cousin. 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