The Pearsall Leader and The Pearsall News (Pearsall, Tex.), Vol. [19], No. 24, Ed. 1 Friday, September 26, 1913 Page: 7 of 8
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j ead haughtily to regard the new-
-■‘oroer, as she stepped toward him.
“Cross yourself, I mean?”
“This good fellow, my Lady, is sur-
] rised to see you here, and small won-
der he forgets his manners!” said the
young man cootly, speaking for the
other. “But he is honest enough—
r and—Intends no disrespect!”
“None whatever!” muttered the in-
t ruder, a thin, wizened, yet still active-
j looking person. r
My lady did not reply; her gaze, in
which suspicion had become convic-
tion. again met the young man’s,
vhose black eyes nowr gleamed with a
j sudden, challenging light.
“With your permission, my Lady, 1
ill speak with this fellow,” he said,
>>e and abruptly strode from the tower;
• Iked a short distance away, fol-
; lowed by the map, w'hen he stopped.
"Certes, your tongue betrayed you
that time, Sanchez!” he said con-
I fronting the other.
The man made a rough gesture.
“CVst vrai!” regretfully. "But when
saw you two together I thought I
ad seen a—” He stopped. “She is
3at j so like—”
"Nay; 1 don’t blame you; the sight
was certainly unexpected! I had
er j thought to come down and prepare
; you, but—’tis done!”
“And I knew- what it meant.” The
old servant looked over his shoulder
ter ^ toward the tower. \
“Call it magic!” with a short laugh.
“Diablerie!” muttered the other.
“Well, have your wray! Why,” ab-
ruptly, "did you not meet me here last
a ; night at high tide, as we had
of i planned?’
“The priest came not in time; fear-
ing he was watched, waited until
\ night to leave his hiding-place at Ver-
| ranch.”
"And after missing me last night,
you thought to And me here today?”
”1 knew you were most anxious to
he see him; that upon him depended your
chance to undo some of his Excel-
lency, the Governor’s, knavery! And,
then, to find you here with the daugh-
ter of the man who has wrought you
me so much wrong; robbed you of your
t lands—your right to your name!” A
it- cloud shadowed the listener’s bold
brow'. “I know not bow It came about,
Di Seigneur, but be assured, no good can
i come of It!”
From where she stood, at the dis-
tance to the tow'er, the Governor's
daughter saw now' the two men de-
a scend; she perceived, also, at a turn
ht, in the path, coming up slowly, as one
'-•u i hose years had begun to tell upon
a him, another figure, clad In black; a
priest. This last person and the Black
i s. : ■ ir accosted each other; stopped,
v :he other man, who had crossed
himself at sight of her, drew aside,
e At length, somewhat abruptly, they
separated, the priest and Sanchez go-
ing down the hill and the young man
as starting to walk up. Then quickly
g the ancient, circular structure
or observation, she stepped toward
tl cliff, not far to the right; and in
n attitude of as great unconcern as
she could summon, waited.
Below the ocean beat around the
rock, and her eyes seemed to have
rested an interminable period on the
rk surface of the water, when at
:• s e heard him; near at hand;
ly behind. Still she did not stir;
e, too, by the silence, stood motion-
s. How long? The little foot moved
r - restlessly; why did he not speak?
knew he was looking at her—the
r, Governor's daughter who had inad-
v- neatly looked into a forbidden
i. Huber; was possessed of dangerous
j knowledge.
o r:Fide a movement. When
as i going to speak? It was intol-
e: able that he should stand there,
, deducing! That she, aecus-
i v< command; to be served; to
. r way at court and Mount,
> , now be judged, passed upon,
i disposed of, by—whom? Quickly she
- d around; the flashing brown
ty« met the steady black ones.
"The man will take you back.” His
■oner was quiet; composed; implied
a full cognizance of what she knew,
■ rid ,n absence of any further desire
*• ttj attempt to disguise the truth.
lack! Where?" She could not
conceal her surprise,
pnt "To the Mount.”
i -r the moment she did not speak;
-b had not known what to expect—
ire certainly not that. .>
hy not?" A smile, slightly
r od, crossed his face. "Does your
iyship think 1 mhite war on worn-
certain matter today has he served
me.” y
“You mean I must say nothing about
meeting him? You?”
“For his sake!”
"And your own!”
“Mine?” He made a careless gesture.
“I should not presume! For myself
I should exact or expect, from your
Ladyship no promise. Tonight I shall
be far away. Bu-t. this good fellow
She ended, her brown *yes flashing.
His own darkened; but he only re-
marked coldly: "My Lady, at any rate,
dares much!”
"Oh, I’ve nO doubt you don’t care
to hear—"
"From you!” He looked at her odd-
ly, from the golden hair to the small,
dainty foot. "From your Ladyship!”
he repeated, as If amused. An Instant
he regarded her silently, intently; but
his voice when at length he again
spoke was cool and slightly mocking:
“My Lady speaks, of course, from the
standpoint of her own w’orld—a very
pretty world! A park of plalsance,
wherein, I can vouch for it, my Lady
dances very prettily.”
She started; a flush of resentment
glowed and faded on her cheek; a
question his words suggested trembled
on her lips.
“Why did you come to the beach
that night of the dance? How dared
you, knowing that if—”
"Why?” His eyes lost their ironical
light "Why?” he repeated; then
laughed with sudden recklessness. “I
wished to see your Ladyship."
“Me?” She shrank back, t
"Yrou! he repeated, his gaze fas-
tened on the startled, proud face.
"Though I looked not forward to a
dance—with your Ladyship!” The
black eyes glowed. "Pardi! It was
worth the risk.” A moment he wait-
remains behind; should be allowed to j ed; then his manner changed. “I will
continue his peaceful, lowiy occupa-
tion. I would not have anything hap-
pen to him on my account.”
“And if I refuse to promise?" she
asked haughtily. "To enter into any
covenant with—you!”
“But you will not!” he said stead-
ily. “Your Ladyship, for her own
6ake, should not force the alterna-
tive.”
"Alternative?”
"Why speak of It?”
"What is the alternative?” she de-
manded.
"If your Ladyship refuses to prom-
ise, it will be necessary for the man
to return alone.”
“You mean,” in spite of herself, she
gave a start, “you would make me—a
prisoner?”
“It should pot be necessary.”
"But you would not dare!” indig-
nantly.
"Not dare! Your Ladyship forgets—”
"True!” with a scornful glance. Aft-
ter a pause: "But suppose-i did prom-
ise? Are you not reposing a good deal
of confidence In me?”
"Not too much!”
"I presume,” disdainfully, *T should
feel flattered in being trusted by—”
She did not finish the sentence.
But the young man apparently had
not heard. “I'll take the chance on
your own words,” he added unexpect-
edly.
"My words?”
"That you are no telltale.”
The girl started. "Telltale?” she re-
peated.
"You once told me you were not!”
leave your Ladyship now,” he said
quietly. “You will have opportunity
to consider”—she did not answ’er—
"whether you will give me your prom-
ise, or not,” he added, and, wheeling
abruptly, walked away.
Some time later, in the fast-gather-
ing darkness, from the cove a small
boat put out, with Sanchez, gloomy
and sullen, In the stern; at the bow,
the Governor's daughter. As the isle
receded and the point of land loomed
bigger before them, the girl gazed
straight ahead; but the man looked
back; to the sands of the little cove, a
pale simitar in the dragon-like mouth
of the rock; toward the tower, near
which he fancied he could see a fig-
ure, turned from them—seaward—
where, far out, a ship might just be
discerned, a dim outline on the hori-
zon.
CHAPTER X.
^ ~• c
The Cloister in the Air.
Irrespective of environment, the
cloister of the Mount would have been
a delight to the eye, but, upheld In
mid air, with the sky so near and the
sands so far below, it seemed more an
inspiration of fancy than a wofk of
hand. Dainty, delicate, its rose-col-
ored columns of granite appeared too
thin for tangible weight; the tympan’s
sculptured designs, fanciful as the
carvings in some palace of a poet’s
dream. Despite, however, this first
impression of evanescence, it carried
a charm against the ravages of time,
and ethereal though it was, had nested
‘But Suppose I Dtd Promise?”
like a crown on the grim head of the
rock through the ages.
Once a place for quiet meditation,
the cloister had, through a whirligig
of change, become the favorite resort
"I—told you!” She stai'ed at him.
"Told rue you were no telltale,” he
repeated. "And—when Beppo lied,
you told the truth—about a ragged
vagabond of a boy.”
"Beppo!” The look in her eyes ■ of the Governor, for dejeuner, or after-
deepened; cleared. ”1 remember now,” dinner dram, and, on occasions for
she said slowly. "You were the boy the transaction of much profane
re your Ladyship de- with the fish, who said he lived in the though necessary labor pertaining to
■esp iry for you to | woods. I met you while riding,his office and private concerns up
■fIe condition.” | again that night, as a child, leaving concerns. He
She drew her breath ; for Paris; hut I did not know, then,
you would become—”
The young man’s face changed. "An
outlaw!” he said coolly.
setier of coin—consideration of these
usually all-important matters seemed
lor the. moment to have been forgot-
ten. *
He leaned back, and as he sat thus,
the light and shadow playing on him,
the dark, steely eyes looked the more
sunken, the hard, cynical lips beneath
the white mustache the more cruel,
the spare figure the more alert and
ready, as if to grapple with some hid-
den danger.
“J’arrive en ce pay*
I>e Basso Normandie—**
At one of the apertures looking out
to the barren waste of sand stood the
Lady Elise; the w'ords of the old Nor-
man chant she was singing in desul-
tory fashion rang softly, oddly, in that
spot, where black-clad brethren for
centuries had been wont to tread. Me-
chanically the Governor listened, but
the voice soon ceased abruptly and
again, after the manner of one of or-
derly habits, he bent over the big
book; once more the curving finger
slid up and down, and parsimony, the
vice of the aged, had begun to shine
from his pinched features, when a
footstep rang on the marble pavement.
"Your Excellency sent for me?” The
commandant stood respectfully near.
Theo Governor closed the book with
deliberation; lifted his eyes. "The
prisoners that were taken -d^st night
are safely housed?”
"Housed? Yes, your ‘Excellency!
But W'e have little room. The upper
cells are all occupied; the dungeons,
fairly full! Even the In-pace and Les
Deux Jumeaux have been pressed into
service.”
"Hum!” The long hand tapped rest-
lessly a moment; the cold eyes
gleamed, then shot an inquiring look.
“There are no new particulars about
last night’s encounter with this—
Black Seigneur?”
"None, your Excellency, except,” the
commandant drew' a paper from his
breast pocket, “I have here In writing
the detailed account of the officer in
charge of your Excellency’s boat, who
was wounded himself in the encoun-
ter.”
"Read it.”
The commandant obeyed. ** ‘Our
schooner, belonging to his Exoellency,
the Governor, was returning last night
to the Mount with troops—reinforce-
ments for the garrison from St Da-
lard—when it happened quite by acci-
dent near a ship, maneuvering at a
respectful distance from the island of
Casque. The night was dark and
cloudy, but our men got a look at her
and suspecting who she was and
knowing her armament, against our
will, we felt obliged to bear away.
She, having no reason to think us oth-
er than a fishing schooner, or that
we were freighted with troops Instead
of cod, did not follow and we had
passed out of sight, and were round-
ing the island when we ran into two
snlall sail-boats that had just set out
from there.’ ”
“To join the ship of this outlaw!”
interposed the Governor. “Go on!”
shortly.
“‘We hailed; their answer was un-
satisfactory; we ordered them to halt,
whereupon they tried to sail away. We
followed and overtaking them, com-
manded them to surrender. Their
leader, wrho was the Black Seigneur
himself, refused, and we attacked—’ ”
“Bien! ‘W'e attacked!’ But what
then? Eh, what then?”
" ‘With fury they responded; in
spite of their inferiority of numbers
tried to board us. Bravely our men
repulsed them; yet still they persist-
ed; led by their captain, the Black
Seigneur, had gained the deck when a
chance shot struck him. As he fell
back, the others tried to escape; one
boat was sunk—’ ”
“And the other, bearing their lead-
er, got away!” interrupted the Gov-
ernor harshly.
“In the confusion—yes, your Excel-
lency.”
The Governor waved his hand Im-
patiently.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
(Conducted by the National Woman’s
Christian Temperance Union.)
WHAT WHISKY DOES TO MAM
Arnold Gilmer of Alabama, Executed
for Murder, Leaves Statement Giv-
ing Cause of Downfall.
Some weeks ago Arnold Gilmer of
Alabama’ was executed for murder.
Two days before his death he sent to
Mrs. J. B. Chatfleld, former president
of the state W. C. T. U., the follow-
ing statement:
"What will whisky do?
“Whisky will cause you to lose
your test friends; whisky will cause
an unhappy home; whisky will cause
your wife to leave home; whisky will
cause your dear old mother and wife
to cry and shed many tears; whisky
will cause your little children to suf-
fer with cold and it will cause them
to go without shoes on their little
feet.
“Whisky will cause wife to work
for husband; whisky will cause hus-
band to spend his week’s wages when
there is nothing to eat at home, then
whisky will cause husband to get
arrested and locked up—but whisky!
won’t get him out.
""Whisky will cause you to fight'
your best friend; whisky will cause
you to have enemies; whisky will
cause you to stay out late at night;
w'hisky will cause your wife to stay
waiting up for you to come home;)
whisky will cause you not to get
home at all sometimes; whisky will
cause you to dodge your wife at night'
when you go home late.
“What caused Arnold Gilmer to kill
Mrs. Tippett? Whisky.
"What caused Arnold Gilmer to go
to Mrs. Tippett’s home? Whisky
"What caused Arnold Gilmer to be
hung by the neck until dead! Dead!
Whisky!
“That i« just what whisky will do*
friends.”
In a personal letter to Mrs. Chat-
field, accompanying the statement, he
Baid :
“I am leaving this for you, with the-
jailer, hoping it will be of some ad-
vantage in your temperance w'ork, as
whisky is the cause of my trouble. I
know you can and will use this for
benefit, and I w^nt you to know you
have my consent; I wish I could stay
here on earth long enough so that I,
could help the brave and noble
people get rid of : whisky.”
“This man,” saye the Alabama
Christian Advocate, “at one time vot-
ed for whisky to be brought back into
Alabama and for the whisky party.”
SLUMP IN BEER PRODUCTION
Decrease in Output of Beverage of
1,106,429 Barrels Compared With
the Previous Year.
A Delicate Point.
“They are a happy Sewickiey couple.
They haven't been married very long.
In fact, the honeymoon has barely
waned. An elderly friend met the
bridegroom dow-n towrn yesterday and
slapped him on the back.
“Well, happy as a lark, 1 suppose?"
"Oh, yes."
“How’s the cooking?"
“I have one trouble there. It's just
this, in.* wife has been preparing angel
food ..every day for dinner.”
“You must be getting tired of it.”
“1 am. Yet I feel a hesitancy about
saying anything. How soon after the
honeymoon would it be proper to ask
for beefsteak and onions?"
Looks as if beer drinking is on the
decline in the United States.
Uncle Sam produces the figures to
prove it.
According to the annual report of
the internal revenue commissioner for
the fiscal year ending June 30, there
was a decrease in the output of beer
of 1,106,429 barrels compared with the
previous year.
That’s a big decrease.
Counting 30 gallons to the barrel,
and there is more, it means a slump
of 33,192,870 gallons.
Counting only ten glasses to the gal-
i Ion, it means a decrease of 331,92S,700
j drinks.
Counting each "drink five cents. 1‘
j shows that $16,596,455 less was spent
j for beer in 1912 than in 1911.
There w-as an increase In the pro-
| duction of wnisky, but the bonded
j warehouses are filled with the stuff,
| and distillers are all “fussed up” be-
cause the supply is far exceeding the
demand.
Americans are not all on the water
waji-on by any means, but more of
them are climbing aboard right along.
—American Issue.
hat you will say nothing to In-
in .te him. He is an old servant of
; has broken none of the laws
ie land,” with a Bomewhat con-
tuous accent, “works his bit .of
id; pays metayage, and a tax on
ie fish he brings In. Only In a
Peril of Sleep Walkers.
The reason many persons walk in
their sleep is because one part of the
mind is wide awake when the other
is asleep. But the curious thing about
sleep walking is Just because the
walker is asleep and not conscious, he
can over dangerous spots which
would probably cause him to fall
through nervousness, if he were wide
awake. But as he is not awake, and
not conscious, he generally walks
safely and remembers nothing about
it.
So it is easy to see why it is dan-
gerous to awaken a sleep W’alker while
he Is.walking along a precipice or Id
some other dangerous position.
busied himself there now; or had been
busying himself, but paused to look up
from the large book before him, whose I
pages were inscribed with items and
figures. His finger, following the men- !
Yes; an outlaw,” she repeated firm- ! ta! computation, remained stationary. ;
iv. Angered by his unflinching gaze, j Fouage—tax upon fires; banvin du- >
she went on: "Who dares not fly the [ ties on wine; vingtain the lord’s 1
flag of his king! Who dares not come right to his share of the produce- mi- 1
openly Into any honest port!" | nage—his due from each mine or’half i
The Key.
“And where," my fellow ’citizens,
appealed the political speaker, “can
we find an instrument so fit, so deli-
cate, so adjustable, and -at the same
time so unassuming and popular that
it will unlock every department of
state for the benefit of the people?”
“The hairpin!” shrieked an enthusias-
tiv suffragette tn the audience.—
Judge.
MEN WE WANT IN CONGRESS
Representatives Who Oppose Every
Measure Retarding Liquor Traf-
fic Should Be Favored.
“There are many congressmen who
are opposed to our interests and vote
against every measure that looks to-
ward the development and betterment
of our business, and vote for every
measure introduced by the opposition.
I intend that the 250,444 saloonkeep-
ers throughout the United States shall
know the records of these congress-
men.”—M. F. Farley, President Na-
tional Liquor Dealers’ Association.
We must see to it that the anti-
liquor men and w<hnen in the 48
states also know the record of these
representatives. They are the men
we want to send back to congress.
Temperance Cause Marches On.
Rev. Francis E. Clarke, founder of
the Christian Endeavor society, re-
cently made an extensive trip abroad
with 650 fellow- Americans. Among
them were representatives of near-
ly every state, nearly every trade,
business and profession, and they
were the people who surprised the
steward. Two hundred and eighty of
the passengers drank only cold water.
It was a 'rare thing to see a bottle of
winejor beer on the table, and whisky
did not make its appearance, say6 Mr.
Clark.
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