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The Helmet
of Navarre
A STORY OF LOVE AND ADVENTURE
BY BERTHA RUNKLE.
Oe ,s1 ks by 'tie OssKtay a.
CHAPTER XXVII.
Instantly two more men Deme run-
etng from the postern arch. The five
were upon us like an sialanche. One
pinned my arms, while another gag.
gad me. Two held M. Etienne. a third
stopping his mouth.
"Prettily done," quoth the leader.
"Not a squeal! Morbl.n! I wasn't
anxious to have old Vigo out disput-
ing my rights."
M. Etienne's wrists were neatly
trtread by this time. At • word from
.She leader our captors turned un about
and marched um up the lane by Mira -
bean's garden where Rernet's blood
by rusty on the stones. We offered
no resistance whatever; we should
only have been prodded with a sword
print for our pains. 1 made out de-
spite the thickening twilight the fano
iliar uniform of the burgher guard,
It ds Belin having bagged the wrong
lard once had now caught the right
ens
The captain bade one of the bellows
go call the others off; I could guess
that the job had been done thorough-
ly, every approach to too house guard-
ed. I gnashed my teeth over the gag
that I had not suspected the danger.
The truth' was both of um had our
heads so full of mademoiselle, of May -
rune and of Lucas that we had for-
gotten the governor and his prepos-
terous warrant.
They led us into the Rue de l'Ere-
que, when was waiting the came black
coach that had stood before the Ole
d'Or, the same Louis on the bet. Its
lamps were lighted; by their glimmer
our captors for the first time saw us
fairly.
"Why, captain." cried the ran at
M. Etienne's elbow. "this is not Comte
tie Mar! The Comte de Mar is fair-
haired; i've seen him scores of times."
"The Comte de Mir answers to the
name of Etienne, and so does this
fellow." the captain answered. He
took the candle from one o1 the lamps
and held it in M. Etienne's face. Then
he put out a sudden head and pulled
the wig off.
"(bowl for you. eaptain !" cried the
Wren. We were indeed unfortunate to
encounter •n officer with brains.
"We'll take your gag off ton. M. le
('note, in the coach," the captain told
him.
"Will you bring the lass along, rep -
t ale Y"
"`foo exactly," the leader laughed.
"A fine prison it would be could a
felon have Incibonnib.t at his side.
No, f'lI leave the maid; but she need-
n't give the alarm yet. Ivo you stay
wwhile with her, i.'Estrange; you'll
pot mind the job. Keep her a quer-
ter of an hour, ate then let her go her
ways.'.
They bundled rn lord into the
coach. box and all, the captain and
two men with him. The fourth clam-
bered up beide Louis as he cracked
his whip and rattled smartly- down
the street.
My guardian stole a loving arm
•round my waist and marched me
down the quiet lone between the gar-
den walla. He was clutching my right
wrist. but my left hand was free. and
1 fumbled at my gag. in the middle
of the deserted lane he halted:
"Now, my beauty, it you'll be gond
1'11 take that stopper off, Rut if you
make a ecream, by heaven, it'll be
your loot,"
1 shook my head and squeezed hie
hand imploringly. while he. holding
me tight in one sinewy arm. plucked
left -handedly at the knot. 1 waited,
meek as Grlselde. 011 the gag was off,
and then I let him have 0. Volleying
euros', I hammered him square in the
et'.
It was a mad course, for he was
armed, 1 not. Ant Instead of stab-
bing he dropped me like a hot cull,
gasping in the blankest consterna-
ti on :
Thousand devils! It's a boy '
A second later, when he rerollect.d
himself, 1 was Leering down the lane.
I am a good runner, and then •any
one can run well when he runs for
hi• IttP. Despite the wretched kirtle
trine up my legs i gained on him.
and when I had reached the corner of
our brume he dropped the pursuit and
made off in the darkness. I ran trill
Olt round to the great gate, bellow-
ing for the gentry to open. He came
at once. with a dripping torch, to
buret into roars of laughter it, the
eight of me. My wig was enmwher,
in the lane behind me; he knew me
}oerf•etly in my silly tnggery. He
leaned resist the wall, helpless with
laughing, shouting feebly to his com-
rades to come share the jest. 1, you
may well imagine, saw nethtng funny
about ft, but kicked and shook the
grilles in my -rag. and impatience.
He did open to me at length end in
1 dashed. clamoring for Vigo.- He had
appeared in the court by thin, as also
half .a drown of the guard, who sur-
rounded me with shouts of astonish-
ed mockery; but 1, little heeding.
cried to the equerry:
"Vigo, M. le Comte is arrested :
He's in the Pastille!"
Vigo gauped my arm ends lifted
rather than led me in at the guard-
room door, !lamming it in the sol-
diers' feces.
"Now, Eel ia."
"M. Etienne"' 1 gasped_ "M. Et-
ienne is arrested' They were lying in
wait for him at the hank ut the house
by the tower. They have token him
off in a rn•rh to the Bastille."
"Who have?"
"The gnvernnr'e guard. You'll sad-
dle and porno?, You'll retries him?"
f "How long ago"'
"Abnnt ten minutes. The roach
wee atanding in the Rue de i'1?vemie.
They left a man [Harding me, hot 1
broke away
"It can't h. done," Vigo said.
"They'll he mit of the quarter by now.
11 I could catch them at all it would
he claw* by the pastille. No good
ill tjtst; no use fighting four rein -
me What 0.•• devil are they ar-
ree him ' • Fella? 1 understand
Ms ire welts his blond. but what
bite the rite guar.1 to do with it?"
fin 1 -tram s ame," 1 said. Then
AA hien the tele vel the first ar-
v ot,r j wurt em to tell of the aM'•n-
rt's..fte the .Tyela Lanett,.*. and re.
fleeting that be might better know
' lust l'ow the land lay -with us. i made
l a clean breast of everything -the fight
before Farce'', house, the rescue, the
r.neontre in the trnnel. to -day's ex-
cursion and all that hrf.•II in the cnun-
cil-rerun. 1 wound up with r+k second
full account of nor eaptuire udder the
very walla of the house, our garrot-
ing before we could ery on the guards
to save us. Vigo said nothing tor sols
time; at length be delivered himself:
"Monsieur wouldn't have a patrol
o e wouldn't
*Tett the house. H publish
to the mob that 1►e feared any danger
whatever. Of course no one foresaw
this. However. -the arrest is the best
thing could have happened."
"'Vigo!" 1 Beeped in horror. Was
Vigo turned traitor% The ,olid earth
reeled beneath nay foot.
"He'd never rt'pt till 11.• Bret himself
killed." \'ire ivied .on. "\torn.u,-oi'n
hot enough, hit M. Etienne's nail t0
blind. If they leeliet .'aught 1 - to
night he'd been in some wor;le pi*kie
te-niormw; while, a, it ii, lie's rate
irom sword.► at Ira -t." . .
"Hot that' r'an rile' .as well' in
the Haetille a:r elves hen';' I tried.
Vigo shook his ,sad.
"No; ►ted they meant murder they'd
have settled him here in the. a!b•v.
Bance they lugged him 'of unhurt they
don't mean it. I knew not what the
devil they are un to. but it isn't that."
"1t was Lucee'n game in the fiat
plane." I repeated. "He'. ton prudent
to conte out in the open and fight M.
Etienne. He never strikes with hie
own hand; his way is to make eine
one else strike for hien. So he gets
M. Panne into the Restil0. That's
the first step. I suppose he thinks
Mayene will attend to the second."
"Mayenne-dares not take the he'll
life," Vigo answered. "He could have
killed him an he chose m the streets.
and nobody the meter. But pow that
monsieur's taken publicly to the Bas-
tille, Mayenne dares not kill him
there, by foul ;lay or by hos-the
Nike of St. Quentin's son. N0; all
Unrenna t .n,dn.ii._lo_ otane.•bi*t *1
R
.4,
k/4
sour the bt, terns gate would tar Ili
OM hands of a certain Breese, who
would pees us with a wink at the word
St. Quentin.
1 was 10 wroth with Vigo that I
would not stay with hien. but went
upstairs into M. Etienne'* silent
chamber and flung myself down on
the window bench his heed might
never tenet, again. and wondered how
be was faring in prison. 1 wished 1
were there with hits f cared not much
what the place was en long Re we
time together. I lied gone down tl)c
mouth of hell smiling so lie it 1 went
et hie heels. Mnyhap 0 I had strug-
gled larder with my eaptore. ehown
my sex earlier, they had taken me
too. Heartily I wished they had; 1
trow 1 em the only wight ever did
wish himself behind bare. And
promptly •1 repented one. for 0 Vigo
hail proved hut a broken reed there
wa. tnnnsieur. Monsieur was nut
tektite to pit smug and beclaro prison
the best place for his sun.
The slow twilight faded altogether
d ui the dark canoe. The eity was
very still. Once in a while a shout or
t sound of bell was borne over the
roofs, nr infrequent footsteps sounded
in the street beyond our gate. The
men in the court under my witidow
were quiet ten, talking among them-
selves without much raillery or.,
laughter; 1 knew they discussed the
unhappy plight of the heir of St.
Quentin. The shims* hall rung sone
time .ago the half hour after nine.
and 1 was fidgeting to be nN, but huff-
ed e.. 1 wan with him 1 could not low-
er myself to go ask Vign'a leave to
start. H. might come after me when
he wanted me.
"Felix! Felix!" Marcel shouted
down 111e corridor. 1 sprang up; then.
remembering my dignity, movedno
further, but bade him conte in to Inc.
"Where are you tenoning in the
dark?" fie demanded, stumbling over
the threshold. "Oh, there you are.
Dame! you'd come downstairs mighty
quick if you knew what was there
for your,w
"What" T cried, divided between
the wild hope that it was monsieur
and tate wider one that 0 was M.
Etienne.
'"Don't you wish 1'd tell you? Well,
You're c fond boy and i will. It's
the prettiest lase i've peen in a month
of Sundays --you in your petticoats
don't eon], near her."
- "For me?" 1 stuttered. •
-e; she .nkat for M. le Due. and .
-Inc, he wasn't here. for you. 1,1111.••
pope it's some 'friend id M. Etienge':-."
i stoppered- se, isidcnd 1 nuppld. ft•d
it was tow r.wner of my borrowed
plumage epee to claim her vwyn, an-
gry prelims hermit-, 1 hw.t tint re -
hinted it to her, 1 wondered whether
aloe, would /wrctrh m•' eves dont b--
1
f; /' r
"If Mayenne de that, by the Th rine of Heaven, I'll kill himl"
•
p;( -astir. to Trois pr.eent,y
we•will pluek him • ut at King Hen-
ry's gond pleasure "
"And meantime is he to rot behind
be r•+ -"
"1'nleas monsieur eat" get tum nut.
Rut then," Vigo went An, "a month
or two in a &11 won't by a bad thing
for him neither. Hie head will hese
a chance"tinrod. After . dope of
Mcycnn.'a purge he may rernver of
his fever for Mai-.nne'e ward."
"Monpietlr' 1 -nn will send to mon-
sieur?"
"01 enure!. You will go. And Gilles
with one to keep yet nut of mischief."
" When ? Now %"
"Now," /Miff Vigo. "You will go
.Int.he yourself in breeches firer, clan
are you not likely to arrive anywhere
Mit at die madhotn.. And then Pet
rnur supper. it's a long road to Rt.
Denis."
f ran at once, thrdnugh a fucllale of
jeers from soldiers, grooms and house-
men. erre** the eourt, through the
hall and up the stairs to Marcel's
ehember. Never Main 1 gladder of any-
thing in my life then to doff those
waddling petticoats. Two minutes and
1 was n man /gain 1 found it in my
heart to pity the poor things who must
wear the trappings their Nvea long.
But for all my joy in my freedom 1
choked over my supper end posher) it
Reny kelt tooted. to misery over M.
Etienne. Vigo might nay comfortably
that Mayennn dared not kill him, but
1 thought there w.rll few things that
gentleman dared not doThen there
aro. Lorne to bre reckoned with. He
had caught his fly in the web; he wan
not likely to let him go long undo -
enured. At beet, 0 M. Etienne'.' life
were sate, yet was he hotplate, while
to -morrow our mnd.meiselle wet to
mem. Vigo teemed to think that a
bleeping, but i was nigh to weeping
into my soup. The one ray of light
was that she was nut to marry Lucas.
That was something. Still, when M
F.ttenne CRT. colt of prison, 0 ever
he did- t could pear& bring myeelf
to believe it --he would find his dear
vanished over the reeky Pyrenees
Vjge would net even let me eters
when 1 was ready. Sines we were too
late to fled the gates 'mon wa mist
inatW111 but et the do*. el .fAtq►t
('cause 1 hart Inst ton cap-wheti: 1
mold find it 0 I went to look with a
high . 'Kone too eagerly i descended
to her.
She was standing igniist the.- well,
in 11," nirhway. Two ..r thrce'o1 the
gnerd.nten were about her. ono with
a flambeau, I. whine they were all
ear -eying her. She ware the coif and
blouco, nie Week bodice end short-
stripe.l skirt of the crinntry rw'nsaut
gal, and. like a country Air!, sets
&bowed a face flushed and downcast
under the soldiers' bold ecrtlitiny: She
Inked up at me as at a rescuing an-
gel. 1t was Mlle. de Mnntluc !
i dashed past the torchbearer, near-
ly upsetting him in my haste, and
snatched her hand.
"Mademoiselle! ! Come into the
house!"
Ahs clutched me with Mogen as cold
as marble, which trembled on mine,
"Where is M. de It. Quentin?"
"At St. Denis."
"You must take me there to -night. '
"1 was going." 1 stammered. be-
a'ildere.•d; "hut you, mademni.selln"- -
"Vou knew of M. de Mar's arrest o"
.Aye.,,
"What coil is this, Felix?" demand -
eel Vign, coming up. He took the
torch from hie man and held it in
mademoiselle's fare, whereupon an
amazing (h•nge came over his men.
' He lowered the light, shielding it with
his hand, as it i1 were an impertinent.
eye.
"You are Vigo." ahs acid at once
"Yes; and 1 know not what noble
lady mad.mnicelle can he. Bare. will
it plans. her to rame into the hotelier
He lend the way with his torch, not
suffering himself to look at her again'
He bed his fent nn the staircase when
eh* Called to bim. an if ehc had been
&cnuctomed to addressing him all her
life •
"Vigo, this will do. 1 will speak
to you here."
"An mademoiselle wishes. 1 thought
the eaten fitter. Mr cabinet here will
Inc quintcr than the hall. mademoi-
selle."
He .'paned the dnnr and she enter-
ed. He pushed me in nevi, giving me
the toroth and saving:
."Ask mademoiselle. Febx._.wtathae
f. I
num wants me." He amazed ate- he
who always ordered.
"I want you, Vigo," maderndselle
answered him herself. "i waut you to
send two men with me to St. Deno."
"To -morrow?"
"Nn; to -night."
"But mademoiselle cannot go to St.
Denis."
"I can and i must."
"They will not let a horse party
through the gate at night," \'lgo be-
gan.
"We will go on foot."
"Mademoiselle," Vigo answered, aa
if she had proposed flying to the
moon, "you cannot walk to St.
Denis "
"1 n,ltat !" she cried.
1 had pelt the flambeau in • socket
on the wall. Now that the light shone
ow her steadily 1 saw for the first
tune. though I might have known it
from her presence here., how rent with
entnt�ion she was, white to the lips,
wiih giFaadng eyes and stormy breast.
She had spoken low and quietly. but
it was a main -force oompn.,ura, liable
to snap like glass. I thought her on
the very verge of passionate tears.
Vigo looked at her, puzzled. troubled.
pitying, as on some beautiful, mad
•reature. She cried odt on him sud-
denly. her rich voice going up • key
You need not say cannot' to nw.
Vigo! 'You know not how I came
here. i was locked in my chamber. I
changed clothes with my Nornan
plaid There was a sentry at each end
of the street. I slid dawn a. rope of
my bedclothes; it was dark -they did
not see me. I knocked at F'eroe's door --
thank the Sainte, it opened' to me
quickly! I told M. Ferou-(lap for-
give me !-I had business for the duke
at the other sad of the tinnal. He
took, rme through and i rams. Dere."
Aut. mademoiselle. the bate!" I
cried. '
'Yea, the bats," she returned with a
little smile --"And my hands on the
ropes!" She turned them over; the
skin wee torn cruelly from her deli-
cate palms and the inside of her floe
pers. Little threads of blood marker
the scores. "Then 1 came here," she
repeated. "in all rt\y Life 1 have never
been in the streets alone -not even
for one step at noonday. Now will you
tell nim, M \'rgo, that 1 cannot go to
St. Denis?"
"Mademrwselle, it 0 yours to say
what you can do."
Asfor me, 1 dropped on my knees
and laid my lips to her fingers softly,
fin ((stir even their preslmre might hurt
11Pr tenderneaa.
"Mademoiselle!" T cried in pure
(slight. "Mademoiselle, that you are
ere !"
She flushed under my word'.
Ah, it -i& no little thing brought
me. You knew M. de Mar was ar-
rested?"
We assented; she went on, more tn•
me than to Vigo. am 0 inn telling me
she was telling M. Etienne. She (poke
low as if in pain.
"Alter Rapper M- de Mayenne went
back to his eabinet and let out Paul
de Lorraine."
"I trial we had killed him," i mut-
tered. "We had no time nr weapons."
"M. der Movers sent for me *telt,"
she went nn wetting her lips. "T have
never seen 'ltim so angry. He was
furious because M. do Mar had been
before his face and he had not known
it. He felt he had been made •. mock
of. He raged' against me -I never
knew he could be so angry. He said
the Spanish envoy was too good for
ate; 1 ahonld•marry Paul de Lorraine
to -morrow."
"Mordieu, Mademoiselle!"
"That wax not it. 1 had- borne
that!" she ivied. "Mayhap I deserved
it. But while my lord thundered. at
me word came that M. de Mar was
taken. My lord (wore he eMuld die.
He swore no mast ever set him at
naught end lived to boast of i ."
She swept on unheeding:
He said he should be tried for the
murder of Pontoon -he should be tor-
tured to make him confess it."
She dropped down on her knees.
biding her fats in her arms on the
table, shaking from head to foot an
in an ague. Vigo swore to himself,
loudly. violently: "If Mayenne do
that, by the throne of heaven, I'll kill
him!" '
She sprang to her feet, dry-eyed,
fierce inc a young lioness.
"Te that all you. ran wyf Mcyenne
mar torture hint and be killed for
it?" •
"1 shall send to the duke'—Vigo
began.
"Aye! I shall go to the duke! i ran
pay who killed Pontou. I know much
beutdec to tell the king. 1 sues M.-ty-
cnne's cousin, but if he would Mare
his secrets he mutt give rip M. de
Mar. Mother of God! 1 have been his
o)tedient child; T have let him do so
with me as he would. I pent my Inter
away. I consented to the Swint -it
tn:srriage. But to this I will not soh -
lie shall not torture and kill
Ktlenne de Mar!"
Vigo tbok her hand and kissed -it
"Shall we start, Vigo' Onee at St.
Denis 1 am hoatn-n for his safety. The
king can fell Msvettrte tint 0 Mar
is tortured he will torture me! May-
enne may not tender me greatly, bot
he will not relish itis aoatan'c break -
int nit the wheel."
Mayen/se won't torture M. Eti-
enne,' Vl o said. patting; her hand
in both of his, forgetting he was a
greet lady. he en equerrrryy. "Fear not 1
you will save him, mademoiselle."
"Let us go!" she cried feverishly.
"Let in go!"
O(llee was In the roust wailing,
stripped of his livery, dr.pc.ed. peace-
ably ac a porter, but With n mallet In
his hand that T phnuld not like to re -
mine on my crown. I thought, we were
ready, but Vigo bade us legit, T stood
on the houaeataspe with m,saiemoicelle,
while he took stride Stunning Char=
let for * lotrvoirel, emplwitic inter-
view.
Must we wait?' mrdeminiselle
urged me, quivering like the arrow on
the bowstring. "They may discover I
am gone. Need we wait:' '
"Ave," I anew.' ed; "if Vigo bids
Ile. 11e knew••."
We waited then. Vigo disappeared
presently. Maderrx.lael1 a and T Atoned
patient with, oh! what impatienee in
our heart, wondering how he could so
hinder ti.. Not till he came back di•l
it dawn on me for what we had play-
ed. He wan dreeeed as an under-
go -from not a tag of St. Quentin eolors
on him.
"i beg • thousand pardons, .made-
moiselle. I hal to give my ikntenant
his orders. Now. 0 you will give the
word sur gr."
"iM you go. M. Vigo- vitt, breeth-
ed deep. ft. we. ca.-'• h. .c. she le •k -
.d upon him in . rrannr ret.
"01 corrle,•' \'uv' innawer.d is If
there•eo►ld be no other w"Ay,
i solid in pure deviltry to t'y to
I ruffle him:
I "Vigo, you maid you were here to
guard monciPur'm int.,rent.--hie heaps,
hie goods, hie moneys. Do you den.rt
your trust?"
Mademoiselle turned gnirkly to
horn
Vigo, you must not let ma take
yen from vont rightful past Felix
and yam man her. will rare for me"
. ben' ,talks atllineas. mademost,
.4111.', t Igo retUrrteU " lrangnlllp.
"MademoiseUe is -worth a dozen ho-
tele. 1 go with her,"
H. walked beside her serosa the
evert. I following with (IIUes, laugh-
ing to myself. Only yesterday had
Vigo declared that never would he
give aid end comfort to Mlle. tie
Montlue. It war no ntn•v?I ,Jho had -
{
conquered M. Etienne, for Ile must
I nems here la''n in live with no•no
one. but ill,-briugi,.g Vigo tit !ler foot
she had woo a tuumph indetvl,
We had to fee out by the greet •r,,ate,
bee,t•ee the key of the imeterit was
in the ltastile. Hnt e. a lie nutgic
every gllurd.:mau and hangcr•:tbnut
had disappeared -thew woos out one
to stare at Vie Indy, though when we
had peeled ,,•sune one l,.ekcd the gates
behind us. \'igd called neo up to made-'
n -i-eilob left. Gilles was to loiter bi-
llow!.
►hoe!, lar enough tin •rent not to 1'.
long to ua, near eh to ensue tip
int need. Tibia at n peel pare, utade-
npdselle stepping out IW brave as e'ty
r o tt- t' .r
we sot out air.. th • city (l
.f 1 s c ,
the I'orte St. Denis.
Our quarter was very quiet; we
scare.' met it Foul. But afterward, as
We reached the neighborhood of the
markets, the streets grew livelier.
Nmv were we gladder then ever of
\',go's rsrort, for whenever we at.
prosehed in band of ruysterere or of
gentlemen with lights mademoiselle
sheltered herself behind the equerry's
broad hark, hidden as behind a tu.Pr.
(neve the gallant M. de ('hempflcur'.
hr who ret pink .alk had adorned
Mone. do Mpyenue's salon, passed
Close enough to to:lrh her. Thr hens. -
4i1 a ejgh of relief alien he tit..: by
For, her own sake 'Inc had no fear,
the .midnight street+, the opu•tt r„nil
to at Denis, hail eco power 1” daunt
her, but the dread of beim: recognto
ed and turned hail: ride her like ie
nightmare.
Close by the gate Vigo bade to
panne in the door of n shop whole he
went forward to r"nmuottre. Before
long Ile returned
"Bail luck, mademoiselle Rris-ac's
not on. 1 don't know the epimer, but
he knows me. that's the worst of I.
He told me this nes out St Quentin
eight Well. ee must try the Porto
Neave.n"
Bit lademoiseU. demurred •
"That will be out ret our is ay, will
it trot. Vigo? 1t 0 n logger road from
the Porte Neuve to St. (lent:?"
"Yee; blot What to do? We must get
through ,the
"Suppose we fare no better at the
Porte Nelms? 11 your Ariesar ie sua-
oeeted he'll not be on at night. Vico,
1 prnpoes that we part company here.
They will not know Gilles and Felix
at the gala. will the!''?"
"No," Vigo said doubtfully; "but"
"Then can we Ret thorough'" she
cried. "They will not stip us, such
humble folk! We are going to that bed-
side. Of our dying mother at St. Denis.
Your name, Gilles?"
"Toreatier, mademoiselle," he
stammered, startled.
Theft are we all Fnreattera-Alec,
Felix and Jeanrr. We can pass out.
Vigo; i am sure we can pas* out. 1
am loath ter part with you: but 1 tear
to go through the eity to the Port.
N eoire. My ab.a'nce mar be di.cover-
ed- i mast place myself without the
walls speedily.'
"Well, mademoiselle may try 1t,"
Vigo gave reluctant consent "If you
are -refused we can fall back on the
Porte Neave. If we succeed-- Lia -
tan to me. you fellows. You will de-
liver mademoiselle into monsieur's
hands or answer to me for it. If any
one touches her little finger -well,
tzit me * e•
"ghat'underaf0od," ve-anweneed.
asivting6 toiether;
"MademotaPlle need have no doable
of them," Vyro said. "Felix is M. 0
Cornte's own henchman. And Gilles
is the best man in the household next
to ole. God speed you, my lady. I am
here if they turn you bas' ." •
Wr went t...ldlp routed the corner
and up the street to the gate. The
sentry walking his beat ordered us
awaywithout en'urh as looking at
rev . m
Then Gilles. nppninteI our spokes-
man. demanded to sec 1110 captain of
the watch. His errand was urgent.
Hut the sentry showed no disp os`` -
tion to budge. Had we a passport? N.
iv.• had no p,ssIwrt. Then we could
l, about our buaineee. There wag .no
eaving Parie to -night 'nr up. Call the
captain? No; Inc wet.:d do nothing of
tl:'• kind. Be off, then!
100 RR nrwTINt'iw.l
The Famous Pedestrian
Grutlrmr•,•--
"I was a martyr to catarrh of the
head, throat and atomach. 1 wax ea had
the doctors feared consumption. f
tried many phyeirians and medicine.
A friend suggested Psychine. 1 tried
it and it was the only thing "-Nei. del
me any good. 1 am now perfertiy well.
It is. the greatest remedy the world
has ever known. F 00 not need it for
my health now hut. I use it as a
mtrengthencr for my walking matches. I
on,• much of my physical endurance to
Psychins."
JAMES REYNOLDS,
Port. ifole, Ont.
Psyching is the greatest cure for
catarrh of the head, throat nr stomach
in the world. It is a wonderful tonic
and strengthener of ren down eyetent,
acting direetic nn all the vital organs,
giving youthful vigor and etrengtb to
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