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The Signal, 1908-2-6, Page 6e TinuasDa', February 7, l'( 8 N The Helmet of Navarre A STORY OF LOVE AND ADVENTURE BY BERTHA RUNKLE. Copyright by The Century Ce CHAPTER XV. 1 knew she was sbuttlug the door by the click of the latch; In the next sec- ond erand 1 made the 4tscovery that she was still o1, my side of It. "What"— i was beginning, when she laid her hand over my mouth. A line of light showed through the crack. She had nut quite closed the door on account of the noise of the latch. She tried again: again It rattled' and she desisted. heard her fluttered breathing and 1 heard something else—a rapid, heavy tread In the corridor without. Into the council -room came a man carrying a lighted taper. It was Mayenne. Mademoiselle, with a whispered "God save u.!" sank In a heap at my feet. 1 bent user her to find If she had spooned, when she seized my hand In sharp grlp that told me plain as words to be quiet. Mayenne was yawning; he had a rumpled and dishevelled look like one just roused from sleep. He crossed over to the table, lighted the three- hrpnched candlestick standing there ehd seated himself with hie back to os, pulling about some papers. 1 hard. ly dared glance at him for fear my eyes should draw his; the crack of our door seemed to call aloud to him to mar le but the candlelight scarcely pier the shadows of the long room. More quick footsteps In the corri- dor. Mayenne hitched his chair about sidewise to the table and to us, facing the outer door. A tall man In black en- tered, saluting the general from the threshold. "So you have come back'." spoke the dike in his even tones. It was impos- sible to tell whether the words were a welcome or a sentence. "Yes," answered the other In a voice as non -committal as Mayenne's own. He shut the door after him and walk- ed over to the table. "And how goes it?" "Badly," The newcomer threw his hat aside and sat down without waiting for an Invitation. "What' Badly, sirrah?" Mayeune exclaimed aharply. "You colre to me with that report?" "1 do, monsieur," answered the other with cool insolence. leaning back In his chair. The light fell directly on his face and proved to me what 1 had guessed at his first word. The duke's night vteltor was Lucas. "Yea," he re- peated Indifferently, "It has gone bad- ly. In fact, your game 1s up." Mayenne Jumped to his feet, bring- fng hie flat down on the table. You tell me this?" Lucas regarded him wltb an eau; smile. "t'nfortunately, monsieur. I do." Mayenne turned on him, cursing. Lucas with the quickness of a eat sprang a yard aside, dagger unsheathe ed. "Put up that knife!" shouted May- enne. "When you put up yours, monaleur." "I have drawn none!" "In your cleaver, monsieur,' "Liar!" cried Mayennc. i know not who was lying, for 1 could not tell whether the blade Gist flashed now In the duke's hand eame from his sleeve or from his hell. But if he had not drawn before he had drawn now and rushed at Lucas. Ile dodged and thry clrr!ed round each other, wary as two matched cocks. Luras was strictly nn the defensive; Mayenne. the lees agile by reason of his weight. could make no chance to strike. Ile drew off presently. "I'll have your neck wrung for this," he panted. "For what, monaleur?" asked Lucas Imperturbably. "For defending my- self?" Mayenne let the charge go by de- fault. "For coming to me with the tate of your failures. Nom de Dieu, do f em- ploy you to fel'' "We are none M ata gods, monsieur. You yourself lost Ivry." Mayenne backed over In his chair and seated himself, laying bis knife on the table In front of him. Hie face smoothed out to good humor—no mean tribute to his power of self-control. For the written wards ran eonvpy no notion of the maddening Insolence of Luea.'e hearing—an insolence 8o stu- died that it almost seemed uncon- eiclous and was thereby well-nigh tm- poselbl' to rdletiee. "Sit down," bade the duke, "and tell IDP." Lucas. standing at the foot of the table, observed, "They turned yoe nut of your bed, monsieur, to are me. It was uaneees- mary severity. My tale, will keep till morning." "By heaven. It shall not!" Mayenne shouted. "Beware how much furtber you dare anger me, you Satan's cub!" Ile was fingering the dagger again to it he longed to plunge 1t into neas's gullet, ar ' f neither mart'&''.; .hat he did not or e" acute nit gear., •o do it. For 1 lir-..,.i :cell understand yaw infuriating was Lucas. He cerrted Ilmaelf with an air of Patty equality nae.fferable to the first noble In the and. Mayeane'e chosen role was the aomoved, the Inscrutable, hut ',ores Beat him at his own game and drove elm Out Into the open of peeeto.: and rlolenee. It was a miracle 10 me th:lt the man lived --unless Indeed he were a prince in dltgulse. "Satan's cub!" Lucas repeated, teughIng. "nut late king had called me that, parIle:i! But 1 know not you ac- knowledged Satan In- the family.' "i ordered Antoine to wake stn if gnu returned to the night," Mayennc went nn grumr. -When I heard yon heel been here I knew something was wrong --unless the thing were done." "It Is not done. The whole plot Is ruined." "Nnm de Dieu! if It is by your hong ilea"— It was not by my bungling," I.ugqaa an8were1 with the first touch of heat hP had shown. "ft wee tate—and tbet feel Greenman, " "Fcplai,l then, and quickly, or 11 will eon* for you " Luras est down, the table between them ' ee here,' he said abruptly, lean- ing tomato over the board. "Have you Mare hog?" ' t'.hat bee "A yelling Pleerd from the Pt. Quen- tin estate, whorl the devil prompted to come np to town to -day. Mar sent him here toolght with a lova message to Leslie• ' "DL gild 4I1IXAtu J 1aply, jt a question Of ruadentoteel;t"e live sr• I fairs It may be put cff till to-mcrrow. 11 Is plain to the veru lackeys that you are jealous of Mar. But at present we . are discussing !'affatrc St. Quentin." "It is ell bac," !Men answered quickly. "You know what is to be the reward of my success." "I thought you told me yon had fail- ed,". Lueas's hand moved hustlttctively to his belt: then he thought hotter at It and laid both hands, empty, on the' table ' "Our plot baa failed: but that does int glean that 111. Quentin is Immor- tal," "You may he very cure of rine thtn my;frlsnd," the duke observed. "1 .,hall never glue Lorimer de Montluc to -. white -livered flincher." "The duke of St. Oeentln is not Im- mortal," Lucas repeated. "1 have mise - ed hint e"rr, but i shall net him In spite of ::Il." • "i :on not sure about Lorance even then," said Mayenne reffeetively. Franenis .1.. BNe Is agitating himself :oet that young mistress. And he has ' trot made uta• failures—as yet." Lucas melee to Ila feet. "Yon more to me 1 aho.dd have her. "Permit me to remind you again teat von have trot brought me the pr+ee." "1 will firing you the nrle.." "E'en then," spoke Mnvenne with the smile of the eat standing over the mouse—"e'en the 1 might change my mine" "Thep," said Lucas roundly, "there will be more than one dead duke In France," Mayenne looked up at him as un- moved as 11 It were not In the power of mortal man to make him lose his temper. in stirring him to draw dagger Lucas had achieved an extraordinary triumph. Yet I somehow thought that the man who had shown hot anger was a the real man; the man rho sat there quiet was the party leader. lir said now, evenly: "That is a silly way to talk to rues rein 'I'II i•} gIt:11: (3DERIC& ONTARIO need not speak of him nor of your bre ther Charles either." "No; I can well uuderstaud that m brother's is not a pleasant name 1n your ears," Lucite agreed "You ac knowledged one King Charles X.; you would like well to see another Charles X., but It is not Charles of Guise you mean.'• "1 have no desire to be King of France," Mayenne began angrily. "Have you not? That Is well, for you will never feel :be crown on your brows, good uncle! You are ground be- tween the Spanish hammer and the Bearnals anvil: there will soon be nothing left of you but powder." "Nona de Dieu, Paul"-- Mayenne cried, half rising: but Lucas, 'minion forward on the table. riveting him with his keen eyes, went on: "Do not mistake ate, monaleur uncle. I think you to bad case, but I ant ready to slot or swim with yule So long as the hand of Lorance la In your bes- towing I am your faithful servant, 1 have not hesitated to rlak the gallows to serve yon. Last March I made my way here. disguised, to tell you of the kiug'a coming change of faith and of St. Quentin's certain defection. 1 de- manded then my price, my marriage with mademoiselle. But you put me off again. You sent me back to Mautea to kill your St. Quentin." "Aye. And you have been about It these four months and you hare not k1Upd him." Lucas reddened with ire. "I am no Jacques Clement to eta'r and be massacred. You cannot buy such a eerttce of me, M. de Mayenne. If I do bravo's work for you 1 choose my own time and way. I brought the duke to Paris, delivered him up to you to deal with as It 1lkAI you. But you wltli your army at your back were afraid to kill him. You flinched and waited. You dared not shoulder the onus of his death. Then I, to help you out of your strait, planned to make his own son's the hand that should do the deed; to Mil the duke and ruin his heir; to,put not only St. Quentin but Mar out of your way" - "Let us be accurate, Paul." Mayenne said. "Mar was not In my way; he was of no consequence to me. You mean put him out of your way." "He was in your way too. Sinop he would not join the Cause he was a hindrance to It. Yon had as much to gain as I by his rule" "Something—not as much. I did not want hint killed—i preferred him to Valere." "Nor did i want hint killed; so our views jibed well." "Why not, then? Did you prefer him s your wtfe'a lover to some other who might appear?" "1 do not intend that my wife shall have lovers." i,ucae answered. Mayenne broke into laughter. "Nem d'un chime where will you "1 promleo her t9 you whuu you kill etc St. Quentin. Aud, you have uut kill- , ed cue St. Quentin, but instead come " air113, to tell _ma the scheme—my ,.theme --is wrecked. Tardieu! It was never un scheme. 1• never advocated stolen plstoles and suborned witnesses nl,ll encere,1 nephews and deceived sone and the rest of your cumbrous ma- chinery. 1 would bare hail you stab him as he bent over his papers and r, alk out of the Ileum. before they discovered him. But you bad not the pluck for that; you must ueeds plot and replot to make some one else do your work. Now, after months of In triguing and waiting, you come to me to toll me you have failed Morbleu' Is there any reason why 1 should not have you kicked into the gutter es no true son of the valorous Le Balafre?" ' Luen,.'e hand acne 10 hie belt again he made one step as If to come around the table. Mayenne's angry eye was on him, but he did not move: and Lucas made no more stops. Controlling him. self with en effort he said: "!t was not my fault, monsieur. No mau could have labored battler or plan- ned better than I. I have been diligent, 1 have been clever. i have made my worst enemy my- willing tool -1 have made monsieur's own son my cat's• paw. -I have left nO end loose, no con - Cogency unprovided for—and I am ruined by a freak of fate." "i never knew a failure vet but what the fault was fate's. Mayenne returned. ('all is accident, then, call It the devil, call It what roe like"' Lucas cried. "I still matutaL•n It was not my fault. Listen, monsieur." Ile sat down again and began his story, striving as be talked to recon- quer something of his old coolness. "Tile thing was ruined by the advent of tilts boy, Mar's lackey I spoke of. Yon said he lead not been here?" "Vol1may go to I.orance with that enaction." Mayenne answeed. "1 have something elseto attend to than the intrigues of my wtfe'a maids." "He started hither; I thought some one would have the sense to keep him. Mordteu! I will find from Loraace whether she saw him." He fell silent, gnawing his 11p; I could see that his thought had traveled away from the plot to the sore subject 1,1 mademoiselle's affections. "Well," said Mayenne 'bailey. "what about your boy?" It was a moment before Lucas an- swered. When he did he spoke low and ' hurrleely, so that I could scarce catclt the words, i knew it was no fear of listeners that kept his voice down— t, they had shouted at each other as if there was no one within a mile. I guessed that Lucas, for all bit bra- vado, took little pride to hie tale, nor felt happy about its reception. I could catch names now and then, monsieur's, M. Etienne's, Grammont'a, but the hero of the tale wee myself. "You let him to the duke?" Mayenne cried presently. At the harsh censure of his voice Lucas's rang out with the old defiance: "With VIgo at his back, I did. Sang• dleu! you have yet to make the ac- quaintance of St. Quentin's equerry. A ieglment of your lansquenets couldn't keep film out." "Does he never take wine?" May- enne asked, lifting his band with shut fingers over the table and then opening them. "That is easy to say, monaleur, sit- ting here to your own hotel stuffed with your soldiers. But 1t was not so easy to do, alone in my enemy's house, when at the least suspicion of me they - had broken the on the wheel," "That is the rub!" Mayenne rated violently. "That is the trouble with all of Son. You think more of the safety of your own skins than of accomplish int, vont work Moretuen ! where ahnuld 1 be to-day—where would the Cause be --If my first care was my own peril?" "Then that Is where we differ. uncle," Lucas answered with a cold sneer. "You are, It is well known, a patriot, tolling for the Chtireh and the King of Spain, with never a thought for the welfare of Charles of Lorraine, Lord,t Mayenne. But I, Paul of Lor- raine, your bumble nephew, lord of my brain and hands, freely admit that 1 am tolling for no one but the afore. said Paul of Lorraine, I should find 1t most inconvenient to get on without a head on my shoulders, and I shall do my beat to keep it there." "You need not tell me that; I know It well enough," Mayenne answered "You are each for himself, none for me. At the same time Paul, you will do well to remember that your interest 1s to forward my interest." "To the fell, monsieur. And I aball kill you St. Quentin yet. You need not rail me coward; I am working for a dearer stake than any man In your ranks." "Well," Mayennc rejoined, "get on with your tale-" Lucas went on, Mayenne listening qulety, with no further word of blame He moved not so nturh as an eyelid ill! Luras told of M. le Dnc'a departure. when he flung himself forward In his chair with a sharp oneh. "What' by daylight?" "Aye, Ile was afraid, atter this die revery, of being art on at night." "He went out in broad day?" "So Vigo Bald. I saw him not." I.1 cu answered with something of hie old nonchalance, "Mille tonnerres du dlablef" May- enne shouted, "If this is true. If he got out in broad day, I'll have the bead of the traitor that let hien. I'n nail It over his own gate." It Is not worth your fret, monsieur." Lucas sold lightly. "if you did how long would It avail? Souvent bommo frailly: that Is the only fixed fact about him. if they pass St. Quentin to -day they will pass some one else tomor- row, and some on., else btlll the day after-" May emu, looked at him, half angry-, half startled into some deeper emo- tion at this deft twisting of hie own words. I Was Waked by a Light in My Face. "It la the truth for once" I nese keep her? 10 the Bastille? Lorene'.and made sullen answer. So long as he could prick and Ind - tate Mayenne he preserved an air of . unshakable romposerc; but when Mar- mine ayerne recovered patlence end himself began to prick Lucas's guard broke down. lits voice rose a key, as It had done when I Galled him fool, and he burst nut violently: "Mort de Dieu!, monslenr, what am 1 doing your dirty work for? For lova of my affectionate uncle?" - ! "it might well be for that, 1 bare . been your affectionate uncle, as you may,"' "My affeetfonat.` uncle, you say? My i hirer, my suborner! 1 was, a Protea. tact; I was bred up by the Huguenot Lucesee when my father east off my mother and me to starve. 1 had no love for the League or the Lorraine", 1 was fighting in Navarre's ranks when 1 was made prisoner at ivey." "You were spying for Navagre. It , erne before the fight we eaught you. Yoe had been hanged and quartered In that gray dawn bad i not recent. i sized you, atter twelve years. am my brother's eon. 1 rut the rope from you and embraced you for glint father's sake. You rode forth a cornet in my army instead of dying ilke a felon on the gallows," "Yon bad your ends to serve," Lucas muttered, "1 took you Into my houa,bgld," Mayenne went on. "1 let von wear the Lome of Lorraine. I did not deny you the baud of my entlein and wind, !m- ance de Month*. "Deny ins! No, you did not. Neither Aid yon grant 1t me, but put me nit with Tying promises. You thought then '.nn could win back the faltering house of Pt Quentin by a marriage between your emisin end the Comte de Mar. :Afterward, when my brother Cherlee dashed Into Parts and the people clamored for 1118 marriage with 1 the infanta, yon conceived the eeheme 1 of forcing ',mance on him. But It I would not do, and lignin you promised her to me if 1 e iild Ret yen certain iniermatinn from the rnvaliet army 1 returned in the gni*. n) an escaped peienner to Henry'. camp 10 .teal l.011 secrete, and the moment my back woe turned you listened to proposals from Mar again " "Mar is not in the race .1197e, Zoll no lovers' Ho. he ." "I mean none whom she favors." 'Then why do you leave Mar alive' OW adore. the fellow," Mayenne said. 1 had no idea whether he really thought It or only said It to annoy Lu - cu. At anyrate it had its effect. Lu- cas's brows were knotted; he spoke with an effort, like a man under stress of physical pain. •'I know she loves him now and she would love him dead; Out she would not love him a parricide." "Ie that your creed? Pardleu! you don't know women. The blacker the villein the more they adere him." "1 know It Is true, monsieur," 1ai- eae .aid smoothly, "that you have had anere ase!." Mayenne atarted forward with half an oath, changing to n laugh. "So 1t 1s not enough for you to pos- ses. the fair body of l,oranee; you meet also have her love?" "She will love me," Luram answerer uneasily. "She mast." "it is not worth your fret." :Iny- enne declared. "If she did how lone would it last? Souvent femme vide— that is the only fixed fart about her. If Lorance loves Mar to -day she will tree some one elite to -morrow, and some nne else still the day after to -morrow'. It le not worth while disturbing your. self about It." "She will not love any one else," Lie 'cite said hoarsely. !Mayenne laugh d. "You are very young. Paul." "She shall not love any nee el."' Ry the throne of heaven, she shall linutat!" 'enne went nn laaghing. If Lures had for the moment teased him out of hie equanimity the duke had paid hark the store a hindredfold. Leen.'s fire was d with his passions as with the torture iron; he elinehed hin hand.. together, breathing hard lin m^ side of the door 1 heard n ;harp little Found In the darkness; ma- demoiselle hal gritted her teeth. "it to a little early to swear over the matter," Mayenne said, "since ma- demet.elle in not rowwife nor ever 111,ely to became 80." "You refine'. her to me?" Lune erted, 11,14. 1 thought he weuld leap over the table et one hound on May emus. it °conned to the (like to take tip Ms dagger "Souvent homme trahie. Mal habile qui s'y fie," he repeated musingly. He might been saying over the motto of the house of i.orraine. For the Guises believed In no man's good tan, as no man be- lieved in theirs. "Souvent homme treble," Mayennc said again, as If in the words ho recog- nized a bitter verity. "And that 1a as true a. King Francis's version. 1 sup pose you will he the next, Paul." "When 1 give lip hope of Lorance," Liens Feld bluntly. 1 caught myself suddenly pitying the teen of them: Mayenne, because, for all his power and splendor and rank next to a king's and ahliity second to none, be dared trust no man—not the son of fits hndy', not his brother. He had made his nen hell and dwelt In It, and there was no need to wish him any III And 1.11088, perjured traitor, was fn Mier frnrn the goal of his demo, then If we had slain hint In the Rue Coupe- jarr•cts "What next? 1t appears On escaped the redoubtod Vigo" Mayenne went on In his everyday tone, and the vision faded. and 1 ease film once more as the greatest noble end greatest canine etre! In France, and feared and hated hint, end Lucas ton, as the betrayer of my dear lord Etienne "Trust me for that " • A 'pombina• tion of skill, sweet crearr,;ry bthttcr and oilier good tIiingmakes Cream Tonst the delicious eating tidbit it is. About 98 to the pound. "Then came you beret" "Not at once. I tracked Mar and this Broux to Mar's old lodgings at the Three Lanterns, When 1 had dogged them to the door I eame here and worked upon Lorene(' to write Mar a letter eommandlug his presence. For 1 thought that the night was yet young and to -morrow he might be out of my' reach. Well, it appears he had not the courage to come, but he sent the boy. 1 was not sorry. 1 thought 1 could - settle hint more quietly at the inn. The boy went back once and almost ran into me in the court, but he did --not .eo me. I entered and asked for lodg- ings, hut the fat old fool of It host put me through the catechism like an in- quisitor, and Anally declared the Inn was full. 1 said 1 would take a garret but it was no use. Out 1 must trudge. 1 did, and paid two men to get into a brawl In front of the house, that the Inn pieeple might run out to look. But Instead they locked the gate and put up the shutters In the cabaret." Mayenne buret out laughing. "1t was not your night, Paul." "No," said Lucas shortly, "And what then? it did not take you till 3 u'clock to be put out of tho inn." "No." Lucas answered; "1 spoke to you of the varlet Pootou with whom Grammont had quarrelled. Ile had eh•:t him up In a closet of the house In the Flue Coupejarreta. After the tight in the court we all went our ways, for getting him, So I paid the house a visit; I was afraid some one else might tell tales." "And will he tell tales'." "No." said Lucas, "he will tell no tales:" "How about your spy in the Hotel St. Quentin?" "Martin, the clerk? Oh, 1 warned him off before 1 left," Lucas said easily. "He will Ile perdu till we wan' him again. And Gratnmont, yon see. IS dead too. There is no direct witness to the thing but the boy Bronx.' "That's as good as to say there is none," Mayenne answered, "for I hear the boy." LTO RN cnsrlsv8.0I The Effect on the Nerves of Gambling. 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