The Exeter Times-Advocate, 1933-11-30, Page 6THURSDAY. NOVEMBER 80, 1933 THE EXETER TIMES-ADVOCATE
Captain Midnight
by L. Arthur Cunningham
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“M’sieu,” said Yvonne, “you have J was there, the Sieur de Cadet and
begun early in Quebec to estabish or • Hughs de Pean, whose wife, Angel-
should I say, maintain—your repu
tation as a great lover. I assure you,
you had begun for better elsewhere
than with me. I am persecuted
enough by men of your stamp . . .”
She turned sharply away from him
and when his friends, boisterous,
laughing, found him, she had taken
refuge in the darkness from which
Jean Pieere had come.
Jean Pieere’s long and slender
fingers, deceptive of their steel-like
strength, cupped fanwise the playing
cards he held. A queen of hearts,
a queen of spades—aye, Yvonne was
both, he thought. The assembly
was over, the ladies had gone home
from the Castle of St, Louis, but
here in a little room of the Inten
dant’s Palace men sat about the ta
pis vert, the igaming -ever in their
eyes—in the eyes at xeast of young
Paul Caron, hei' brother, and of Si
mon Girard, and of the Chevalier de
Rennes, all good friends of Monsieur
Francois Bigot, most charming and
unscrupulous of rogues.
There was, however, no fever in
Jean Pierre’s Martel’s clear, dark
grey eyes only regret. All evening
he had not again set eyes on her,
though everywhere in tne gay throng
he had searched and even discreetly
asked for her. She had vanished,
seemingly, as if caught up by the
moo rays and wafted away. Yes,
he thought whimsically, that might
well be; for there in the magic light
in the elfin surroundings of the anc
ient garden she had been like a
creature unearthly, ot beauty too
great to dwell in the prosaic light of
candles, in the laughing turmoil of
the dance.
“You dream, Monsieur Martel.”
Simon Girard’s silken voice arous
ed Jean Pierre from his musings and
the moonmist melted and became a
green
white
down
three
a*d Paul Caron had lost
Jean Pierre had lost too-.
“Enough!” he said. “There will be
other nights. You, too Caron—have
you not suffered sufficient loss for
once?”
“Loss cannot hurt me—” Paul's
boyish face was ghastly, his lips piti
fully white,
sheer pain,
play—”
“One who
win, is bound to lose. The
pasteboards are contrary. A\nd is it
so bad with you as all that?”
“Paul exaggerates,” smiled
“For Paul there is always
out—”
“Yes, there is,” said young
but only Jean Pierre knew that Paul ■ the beauty of
meant something other than Girard! thrown the thousand million stars
Jean Pierre laid a to be as foils for his master-jewel,
dark green
spirits of old
Meloses, was
dull for you
Martel?” It
here,
was
I fear,
a ques-
against
fashion
baize covered board with tense
faces above it. He had laid
his hand. As usual, in their
hours of play Girard had won
heavily.
in his eyes a look of
“I—I might win if I
ique des
tress.
“It is
Monsieur
tion. Bigot laid a finger
his nose and looked in droll
at the young Parisian, by repute a
greater Don Juan and bigger scamp
than the noble Intendant himself.
“You find our women ugly, without
doubt; our men rather doltish—”
“Far from either,” said Jean Pierre
“I do, to the contrary, find that you
have the fairest women and keenest
rogues I have yet encountered.”
As this was said with a smile and
was addressed by one scamp to three
others, it provoked only laughter
and cheery “bonosirs” as Jean Pierre
took his leave. But the Intendant
and his henchmen had not been so
ready to vote Monsieur Martel a fine
fellow and excellent asquisition had
they been able to see the look of dis
dain, of derision upon his lean
strong-jawed face. Rogue he might
be, but of a calibre far different
from these petty robbers and liber
tines.
“Pigs,” he muttered. “Fat, wme-
bibbing pigs! Ah, is it good to
breathe this clear, cool air of night.
What a land! What beauty, what
vastness of strength! For weaklings
to attempt to govern such means
only destruction for them. But in the
meantime they do much harm—this
boy—her 'brother—”
Jean Pierre, as he
hilly, moonlit streets
thought pleasantly of
grily of the methods
woud use to force her to marry him.
"He would be to her touch as
some slimy thing,” muttered Jean
Pierre. “A pity that brother of
hers would allow himself to fall into
the lawyer’s hands. Dame Rather
than see him go to prison or be dis
graced, she woud martyr herself. I
know women. And there seems
naught that I can do. Paul has stolen
from the Royal Treasury—not offi
cial thefts like Bigot’s. It would go
hard with him, of a certainty, were
they to find him out. And this Gir
ard would, by his looks, prove a
worse traitor than Judas—”
Jean Pierre had been assigned a
good
in the
wraith
called
met. They did surely
Quebec, Monsieur Mar-
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“But keep the
and keep the money.
that wretch—why, his face, with its
tight tips and taut-drawn £kin over
high cheek-bones, was like a Death’s
hood. Poor child, thought (Jean
Pierre—surely she could find some
one, some friend to aid her! The In
tendant now, could not be such a
callous man that he would not, if the
stolen amount were made good, let
the youth go with a caution,
thought, Jean Pierre—but he did
know Bigot.
The Intendant received him in a
room highly furnished, in a manner
comparable with the splendor of
sallies itself. Here were great
rors in gilded frames, and fine
traits of former Governors of
France—stern faces that seemed to
look reprovingly at this smiling, ir
responsible man who was so swiftly
undoing the work that they, with
their heart’s blood, 'had performed;
here, too, were carven chairs and
fanteuils of 'cherry-wood, and
upholstery and cushions of
point strewn about.
“You are welcome, Monsieur
tel,” smiled the Intendant .“Pray be
seated.”
Bigot, for a moment, toyed with
his snuff-box, opening and closing it,
tapping the silver lid with his rest
less fingers.
“Women,” he said, as if he had
been shaping his words, “are a great
source of annoyance to those who
are drolly termed their masters.
Peste! A man is better clear of the
entanglements they involve him in.
You know that, monsieur—”
“As well as you, sire,” said Jean
Pierre, careless of. the sharp look of
reproof.
“I was speaking neither of your
case nor mine,” continued Bigot. “A
man has just left me— you met him
at the gaming-table last
mon Girard. He is an
lawyer and may in time,
to the judiciary. But here
going to marry this night a girl who
detests him. Of course he is using
pressure to force her consent. I
tell you this just to show you that
here, too, men are as great fools as
elsewhere.”
‘It is good of you to tell me,” said
Jean Pierre, faintly suspecting that
prying eyes had witnessed his meet
ing with Yvonne Caron and conveyed
news of it to the Intendant. The
spreading of gossip would be the
night—iSi-
excellent
be raised
now he is
I like the place
am and.the life of the city
draw me away too mu'dh.”
dull, but it has its compen-
The colony is very quiet
sole business of many in this walled
city.
“Yes, said the Intendant dryly.
“Also, from experience, I would be
wary of—of—intrigues here, if I
were you—”
‘I plan to live quietly: one lives
most happily then.
where I
will not
“It is
sations.
and well-ordered-
“Starved,” thought Jean Pierre.
“Oppressed.” But he said aloud
“There is some spice of adventure.
Last night, very late, as I returned
home to Sillery I was waylaid by a
knight of the road and held at the
point of the pistol—”
(To be continued)
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his
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“Eh! The royal pet, the rake,
the scamp par excellence: Me seems
we are well
need you in
tel. Bien!
your jewels,
value on the road before you.
may keep your reputation—for it I
care nothing.”
Jean Pierre did as he was com
manded. He knew when death fac
ed him and there was no mistaking
the nature of this man. In his
harsh voice, his tense, bent forward
position, the steadiness of the 'gaunt
leted hand that held the pistol—in
all these as death for who should
disobey him.
“Aye, your watch too,” said the
highwayman, as Jean Pierre resi-
tated to give up the timepiece which
he so much prized—r-a gift
youth from his brother.
“Let me keep the watch,”
“It can be of little value to
that and I shall bring you twice its
worth in gold to such place as you
may designate.”
“You prize it well, eh-”
“Yes—it was a gift to me
my brother—he is dead now.”
Captain Midnight laughed again—
that terrible, inhuman laughter that
made Jean Pierre shudder and
as if he had touched a dead
But the laughter died away
chuckle so soft, so choked, that it
was even more appalling.
“A pretty sentiment,” said Captain
Midnight .gently,
timepiece,
Where do you dwell, Monsieur Mar
tel?”
Jean Pierre wondered mightily
what concern this should be of his,
but he answered civilly enough—
‘I live in the grey stone house on
the left of the chemin des foulons, a
half-mile beyond the flax-mill. It us
set back on a knoll—”
“Ah!” said Captain Midnight. “I
know the place well. I shall visit
you soon, no doubt. As a newcomer
in the colony, you will need some
counsel
‘You
Though
me—”
“iSapristi! Were you not the great
est rogue in France, and famous too,
just as I am here? Why should we
not be friends? You speak as if you
were an honest man—”
Jean Pierre looked sharply up
wards, his eyes narrowed with sud
den suspicion but Captain Midnight
was only a shadow sitting there on
his ghostly mount—only a sinister
figment of the night.
“Bien!” said Jean Pierre. “You
will doubtless find me home.”
“If not, then I shall await your
coming,” said the highwayman very
pleasantly. “Now I must away. My
business is such as is best pursued
in the kindly dark. A. lovely time,
the night, don’t you think? It hides
the ugliness of earth and of mankind
Au’voir Monsieur Martel. Ho! Bar
ca!”
The white horse reared up, forefeet
pawing the air; it swung about, gal
loped off down the tunnel of moon
light and shadow, bearing its mask
ed rider, whose cloak fluttered like
a bat’s wings behind him.
“The devil!” muttered Jean Pierre
staring after him. “a strange fel
low that. All the time he talked
with me I had a suspicion he was
mockintg me—as if he Knew a lot
more about me than I was telling
him. But he lei me keep my watch
—and for that I thank ihim.”
'On the afternoon of his first day
in Quebec, Jean Pierre was invited
to call upon the Intendant, a courier
being despatched in the forenoon to
convey Francois Bigot’s greetings to
the distinguished exile and beg him
to honor the palace with his presence
At the
mount
King's
letters
every courtesy be shown him.
Jean Pierre went willingly enough
The morning he had spent in his
garden, among tihe roses and the
rioting pageant of the phlox and jas
mine and marigold. Flowers—he
thought of the moon-flowers in the
Governor’s Garden, and of Yvonne,
like a dark rose, loveliest of them
thought—Girard
to marry him.
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her making any
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walk. The bellman, passing
shadowy streets, like some
conjured up from the night,
the hour of two. The city slept. The
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thing that seemed to rise like a mist
invisible from the greax river flow
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Pierre loved it—the sky that was the
blue troy of the cosmic jeweler, on
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woods where lived the
that spoke in the rustling leaves;
and the dew-wet grass beaneath his
feet, a magic carpet.
From such fancies as these, it was
rude to be awakened in the darkness
of the Sillery woods, where indeed
he should not have come afoot—rude
to be awakened by menacing words,
spoken by one still more menacing
and sinister. In the moonlight that
the over-arching boughs and branch
es spattered down upon the road,
astride a great white steed, black-
masqued, blac'k'-cloaked, with black
tri-cornered hat, sat Captain Mid
night. And like an evil eye was the
tiny circular1 entry to tne tunnel of
death—the muzzle of the pistol that
covered Jean Pierre, who carried
only a small sword.
“Another fop, eh ” Captain Mid
night laughed—an awful, jarring
contemptuous laugh.“What is your
name pray-”
“Jean Pierre Martel.”
the
are
Bi
saw and
of the
was thinking,
hand lightly on
sleeve; narrowly
the gloating face
pile of notes and
Why, if Paul had been losing at this
rate for very long—
“If you must 'go, you must, Mon-
slieur Martel, sai dPaul. “But I .shall
stay yet awhile. Some other will
take your place if you will kindly
suggest that as you pass through
next room—Cadet and de
there in converse with my
got.”
Jean Pierre shrugged;
made bitter' mental note
mocking glint in Girard’s eyes—the
glint that said, “It’s too late to pluck
this lamb from the slaughter—”
Jean Pierre left the tabe With a
curt "bonsoir” passed between the
heavy green portieres that separated
the gaming room from the Inten
dant’s chamber and walked in upon
one of those sudden silences that al
ways inform the alert tnat they have
been the subject of discussion .Bigot
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