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CHAPTER Had the footman in buff and gold livery to the door of her boudoir. There, crouching on a fur rug, was the quaintest little page Imaginable, a negro black as ebony and all of a grin. The gemman am spected, he said, rolling his eyes and bowing to the floor. He opened a doo The gemman, Missy," he cried, and again making his bow lower, ir possible, than before, vanished. The lady was seated before the A hand screen protected fireplace. her delicate face from the rosy glow of its flame. I bowed before her and then looked Lady Dwight up. Another surprise! was the world-worbeauty whom I had escorted into Ixmdon! She was exquisitely attired in some sort of gray cloth, soft and clinging, embroidered in delicate pink buds. She never wore any other color, and I learned how many varying shades of gray there were, and how one might wear but one color and yet have a diversity of attire. Her hair was dressed a la negligence. Beautiful gray hair! and she had patches on her face. She was also rouged. I kissed the hand she extended to me I trusted she had not heard of the enmity between her son and myself; I even felt my heart soften a little toward him for his mothers sake. "Hast found Ixmdon to your liking. Mister Waters? she asked, after she had greeted me. Tis vastIndeed, yes, I replied. ly interesting. With what do you occupy yourself? she questioned. Need you ask in London?" I said with a smile. As the other sparks, no doubt; wine, women and music? she said. I shrugged my shoulders. Or, perhaps, you are more serious- - XII. 1 Wiat Before I Klit. I returned to the Blue Boar, my spirits again soaring. I found there iwalting me a footboy with a scented note. It was from Lady Dwight, and in It she invited me to her house upon the following day. What should Lady Dwight, a person had never seen, and the mother of the man who was my cherished fc e, want of me, I conjectured. The next afternoon, as I dressed to go there, putting on white satin flowered waistcoat and breeches, point lace, Gil watched me with a sober face, lending a helping hand whenever I needed one. Presently he took a rapier from the rack against the wall, and striking an attitude went through many of the old tricks we had oft practiced at home, saying, "Dost remember this and this? I was undecided between two cravats; I tried on first one and then the other, finally deciding upon the first. When I had knotted it to my satisfaction I looked at him lazily. His solicitation was becoming annoying, and all on account of the duel I had told him I was booked for. Have done, Gil, have done, I The glitter of that cried petulantly. steel makes my eyes to water. Wouldst have me attend on Lady Dwight whoever In the devil she is with red eyelids? Then, as he persevered, I demanded, Hast no confidence in thy pupil? I like it not, he said; if yon should give him his quietus there would be a hue and cry throughout London, and then I would not give a pinch of salt for the reinstating of the house of Waters. Tis not over your pupil Ah, I see. you are so concerned, but over the I other fellow," I said banteringly. promise you I will not kill him, as you I followed open the door for her, when Lady Dwight said: Stay, Rosemary." She turned and came back. Rosemary, this is Master Quentin Waters, of whom you have beard me speak, she said. To me, "My niece. Mistress Rosemary Allyn. The lady made me a low courtesy. I returned It with quite as low a bow, my hand upon my heart. Thus was I Introduced to my Mistress. Lud, Aunt! not the gallant highwayman with whom you danced the minuet? she cried. Know, sir," she continued to me, you were honored, indeed, Lady Dwight Is the toast of five counties around for her grace and beauty. Nay, Rosemary, was, my dear, was, she admitted with pride. That time is long past long past. I now jlcld my place to you, my dear." When you are no mpre, dear Aunt she said, kissing the still Elaine, smooth cheek of her aunt, "not till then shall I bear the palm. "And, you certainly Rosemary, know that this gentleman is not the highwayman, but he who escorted me Into London after the robbery," she You would not expect to explained. meet a highwayman here you are but trifling, as usual. Oh, lud! she ejaculated, what a To me, Wilt pardon me? mistake. With pleasure," I answered; for be was a gallant slip of a fellow. "Without doubt, said she. Aunt quite lost her heart, and If he be brought to London to hang on Tyburn twould be the ending of her, I do believe. Ilush, Rosemary, cried her aunt; cease your tittle-tattlYou know. Aunt Elaine, you did say that he had both grace and darshe coning, and was so handsome, Oh, to meet a tinued, unheeding. man like that some day our Londoners are but women dressed In mens clothes. It is hard to obtain favor In Mistress Rosemary Allyns eyes, I said. "And you can do not else than let thy tongue run, Rosemary, let It run to a purpose, said Lady Dwight, gentGet thy lute and sing for us. ly. The spoiled beauty made a moufl at me as she took her lute from the corner nearby. She sat down facing us and began to sing, lightly touching the strings of her instrument with her fingers. "But hnd I wist before I klst, That love had been sae ill to win, I had lockt my heart in a case of goWd, And pinned It with a siller pin. Lady Dwight now took the opportunity to ask me many questions about my homeShe Bhduid have ttrppeu that silvery babble flowing from those lips of my love had she wanted rational answers. "You said you came from what part she queried. of England? I did not at first hear her and she V had to repeat her question. , The southern part of Sussex, managed to say. One of the Waters of East India fame? she asked. "No, I believe we do not boast of descending from that branch of the Waters of family." I murmured; Long Haut. is Your father, she whispered, he dead? I cannot bring him to mind. No madame," I answered, hut he has not been in London for years Roderick Waters." "And I mvself were dead and gane! And the green grass growing over me. The sweet voice sang on; my eyes were glued to her face. With a little cry she flung down her lute. I followed her glance of distress. It rest ed on Iady Dwight, fallen back in hei chair in a dead faint. For a second there was great excitement. maids rushing hither and thither with smelling salts, wine and spirits; calls for a chlrurgeon. Upon the ladys regaining consciousness I made my adieus, with Rosemarys anxious face before me and her words, What did you say to her? she has not fainted so in years, ringing in wine-colore- told you, sire," are so anxious, Gil.' He must be one of your old friends sons metbinks, you are so mawkish over him. Kill him and be damned, for all I It Is about Lord care, he said. Waters I am concerned. You are right, I nodded, turning I myself about before the glass, and shall only slightly wound him; for the sake of a pair of blue eyes I would not like to put an end to the butterfly existence of 'Cousin Raoul. A goodlimly dose of steel, however, might ber up some of his cursed pride. "Men are not always so fortunate in doing exactly as they wish when fighting for their lives, he retorted. Men are as well versed in dueling here in London as in the old Manor of Long Haut. It is all they do know in that they outside of Te equally expert. I would not take time to argue the point, and went to the street, Gil following. My sedan chair was waiting and I put myself into it, although I liked not its swaying motion. It was like a ship rolling on the ocean, or a dromedary loping along the sandy desert, and its smallness of Interior made me feel as though mewed In a church pew. But I was too fastidious to go on foot and off we started, leaving Gil leaning against the lintel of the inn door, with a long As we turned the corner I face. looked back. I saw him give a shrug the inn. to his shoulder and In other words, he threw responsibility to the winds. I gave the order to the chairmen, They seemed faLady Dwights. miliar with the ladys name and residence. When they set the chair down and I stepped forth I was surprised to find that they had stopped in front of the house I had visited yesterday 'the one where Mistress Rosemary Allyn had held her levee. The men assured me that it was the residence of Lady Dwight, and I was abashed for the moment. I trusted I should not again meet that ladys son. What position did Mistress Rosemary Allyn occupy in that household? It looked not at all like a dependent or degraded one. Gads zook! it mata tered not to me. Were I King and she the beggar maid I would still win her love, and be honored by It. I love-makin- g re-ent- Cop-hetu- I replied with dignity. !y inclined you have a reason for being here in this maelstrom of dissipation? she still questioned. I laughingly disclaimed having any virtues other than the rest of my kind. She changed the subject. Hast learned anything of that Who stole my jewels? she said. "Nothing, Lady Dwight," I replied. But I do not doubt that in time he will he brought to justice if he does not stop his depredations." I saw that the lady had something she wished to say to me it was ever hovering about hfr lips but she kept delaying It, and consequently the conversation lagged. On a sudden we were Interrupted it was most welcome to me by a merry laugh, and the sound of a slap. They both came from the hallway. Ixidy Dwight frowned. I heard I was waiting breathlessly for it "Out of the way, you Imp of darkness. Wouldst bar my passage? It was the voice of Rosemary Allyn. I would know It among a thousand. The door was thrown hack with a bang and the lady I delighted in enn tered. she said Pardon, Aunt Elaine, Blackie grows more courtesylng, every day. Art keeping a tryst that the door is barred from Rosemary? Now, although the lady had seen me the moment she entered the room, if she did not know I was there all the time, she took not the slightest notice of me. answered Lady Nay, Rosemary, Qwight, you are always welcome; I told Blackie not to admit but y anyone I thought you had gone to Richmond. He was but obeying orto-da- ders." my AFETTO BY gARY DEVEREUX WITH ILLUSTPATIONS CCopynjfbt, 1903, by Ott BY DON C. WILSON Ititk, Srenn mef Corrp&y) wish to present you to my friend. Captain Jean, who has come to see Mr. The twelve months elapsing since me upon a matter of business. the September afternoon that witness- Stewart now speaking to Lafltte, as ed Rose de Cazeneaus disillusion in the young man rose and took the foris the son of mer's extended hand regard to her trusted Captain Jean had been uneventful ones for her, an old friend, whom I think you have until very recently, when she had met in past years. He was then Enmet Lazaiie under Gen. La Roche's sign Tommy Stewart, but now he is, hospitable roof, and, for the first if you please, Col. Thomas Stewart of time in her life, found a girl friend. Kentucky, a member of General JackThe dark beauty and indifferent son's staff. manner of the Spanish girl possessed I remember having met him in a strange and powerful attraction for New Orleans, some years ago; and I the gentle-natureRose; and Lazaiie, an: pleased to make the acquaintance feeling the others admiration and of his son. As the breakfast proceeded, accomliking, had reciprocated in a way that brought to the surface her .better panied by a general and inconsequent and more womanly self. chatter, Laflttes keen eyes took note The general had for a guest at this of the way in which the young man time the son of an cld friend, Col. looked at Mademoiselle de Cazeneau; Thomas Stewart of Kentucky, who, and it seemed to him that not only sending young Harold to New Or- was she conscious of Stewarts attenleans upon a matter of business, had tion. but that it embarrassed her. asked for him La Roches hospitality. A fury, sudden and savage, possessI a Roche and the two girls were ed him at the thought of this handbreakfasting when Lafltte arrived. some young stranger daring to covet Erlgida, who was superintending cer- what was to him, who had Known her tain domestic matters in a front room so long, the most precious thing in of the house, was the first to see his all his world. approach. Gen. La Roche, with the impetuosBy Jove! exclaimed Harold Stewity of a much younger man, sprang art By Jove, Senorita Lazaiie, what from his chair and crossed the room a fascinating fellow this Captain Jean to grasp Lafittes hand, welcoming Is! him in words which were but carelessThe two were sitting in a shaded ly heard; for the newcomer glanced summer house. Mademoiselle de Cazefrom Lazaiie, who had followed her neau having disappeared immediately hests movements, to the childish fig- after breakfast, making as Brigida ure still seated at the table to the told Lazaiie the excuse of wishing to lovely face, flushing and paling by see her grandfather at Kanauhana. Have you known him long? he turns, while the violet eyes, with a startled and yet not altogether dis- Inquired. Yes, for neveral years, she anpleased light showing In them, were raised to meet his own. swered carelessly, adding, as though Not offering to touch her hand, he feeling little Interest hi CapL Jean, I wonder said, with a bow, I hope, mademoiwhy Rose slipped away alone. She always likes to have me selle, that I find you quite well. She answered In a low voice, her go with her. If Lazaiie could have seen her litmanner, with the color still going and coming In her cheeks, suggesting tle friend her wonder would have been ' increased. nothing more than usual shyness. CHAPTER XXIII. d d ears. (To be continued.) BIT OF REEDS HISTORY. Where He Once Taught School in California. Until recently there stood in a pretty oak grove in the heart of Stock-tobrick Calif., a forlorn-lookinbuilding, which perhaps in its palmy days had some architectural beauty to recommend it; hut for a long time, as sge and neglect began to show disfiguring hands upon the structure, its windows stared blankly and its shutters creaked upon their rusty hinges until people fancied the old place was haunted. If the old walls could have spoken, what Interesting anecdotes they would have been able to relate of bygone days! What tales might be told out of school; for this building was once Van Dorn hall, built expressly for school purposes, and famous as the place where Thomas B. Reed, late speaker of the house of representatives, taught school for several months. He was then a young man, a giant in size and strength, fresh from Bow-doi- n college, and he came to Stockton to fill the position vacated by his former classmate, W. E. Greene, who him highly as his successBuilding n, I did not care to go," she said. or. As you wish to he alone, I will leave It was the first and last position held by Tom Reed as a school teachyou." She turned toward the door and as er; for soon afterward he received the she did so gave me one swift glance appointment of assistant paj master In from under eyelids fringed with long the U. S. navy, and he then returned dark eyelashes saucily curling up- in 1864 to his eastern home. William S. Rice In Sunset Magazine. ward. My face, no doubt, looked my chaNamed. grin to have such an oppor amity to May Whats the name of your favbe introduced in due form aad to have it come to naught I was ready to orite Lenten hymn? Mine is Archibald. Ev do anything desperate; I sprang to "And why should you, and every one, like him so much dreadful man? Turning from her, and while Albert, the butler, showing as much pleasure as he thought it dignified to manifest, was, by his masters order, preparing another place at the table, Lafltte told Gen. La Roche 0 the sailors who were waiting outside with their burdens; and the general, preceded by Lafltte, started to leave the room as a cheery whistling, ' accompanied by the sound of footsteps upon the oaken stairs, announced that Harold Stewart was coming down to breakfast. Lafltte was already In the hall, and turned Li Roche, pausing a moment, lowered In a carefully to say. back Senorita Lazaiie Mademoitone, selle Rose, I must warn both of you to have a care how you mention the name of Lafltte In the hearing of addyoung Stewart Remember, he he ed, with unmistakable emphasis, must be Captain Jean, and no one us. else, so long as he is here with apLazaiie nodded, with a smile ofCaze-neau de Mademoiselle but preciation, at the troubled with eyes looked general as he hurried out as Indeed She was greatly puzzled, Bhe had been more than once during the past year, to understand how it was that people for whom she could have nothing but respect should seem to find no objection to fraternizing with the dreadful Lafltte, and she was unbeginning to wonder how much of terrible in the be truth there might stories she had heard concerning him. It was all a perplexing puzzle, and girl sighed as she stirred her efeoeolato. lazaiie, hearing the sigh, laughed s her white teeth bit Into her toast "Why da you sigh so woefully, my little Rose, and look so tragic? These gentlemen have their secrets to preserve, especially Just now, when one cannot be sure that his neighbor will not betray him for a chance to curry favor with the governor, or he Is not scheming for opening the way to tlm Englisi. Roses reply, whatever It might have been, was checked by the entrance of Gen. La Roche and Lafltte. and young Stewart stared suprlsedly at the tall, straight form following his host. Mr. Stewart," said the genera!, "1 such a wicked, Up in the room assigned to her at Kanauhana, and made invitingly cozy for their beloved young mistress by Barbe and Zeney the latter, by the way, never failing to show her jealousy of the French womans closer relations with Mademoiselle Rose was that young lady lying, a tumbled mass of pale blue draperies, upon a divan. Her head large, and face were buried in the pillows, and she was sobbing convulsively. It was thus that Zeney found her, and the old negress pausing on the door sill, exclaimed shrilly. What Is this? Precious bird, tell Zeney who it is that has brought tears to the light of her eyes. She spoke in the French patois of her fellows, but with a better accent and choice of words. The sobs ceased, hut the face hurled Itself still deeper in the pillows, and a little hand waved her off impatiently, It Is that proud Spanish missy! exclaimed Zeney, with sudden anger. I don't like her. She has made you cry. Come home, my honey; dont you stay where she is. Lazaiie has nothing to do with It, was 'the reply, uttered with a spirit and emphasis that appeared to restore the speakers composure. She knows nothing of it, I tell you. It Is," with manifest indecision only that I felt unhappy and I cannot tell myself why. But, as if determined to I wish that CapL e find a reason had not come to see Gen. La Roche this morning La-lsaid Zeney, a new light creeping into her shriveled face, while 6he nodded her turbaned head until her long earrings clicked against the string of gold beads tightly encircling her skinny neck. Then good Capt. Jean Is still alive and well! I am glad so glad. Why should you be glad? What makes every one love him so?" demanded her mistress petulantly, as she wiped her face and eyes with the morsel of cambric and lace serving her as a handkerchief. "Why should I not be glad, my pretty one? Aye, so long as Zeney lives, she has reason to be glad when all is well with Capt. Jean. But why should you be?" repeated Mademoiselle de Cazeneau, her man-- : cer softening somewhat at Zeney sf evident alncerity. And why shouldi you, and every one, like him so much' such a wicked, dreadful man? The adjectives were Indisputablr harsh more so than the manner they were uttered, and the violet eyes held a suggestion that the speaker would not object to knowing that her application of them was misplaced. echoed Zeney, "Wicked dreadful! shaking her head violently. "No, no, never is Captain Jean either of these. But Mamman Zillah once told me, said Mademoiselle de Cazeneau. with the air of one seeking to remove unpleasant doubts from the mind, that years ago when she belonged to a man up st Contraband Bayou, she saw Capt. Lafltte and two other men go into the woods with a horse. They had shovels and picks, and she folio ved them to see what tney would She saw them digging a hole, do. like a grave; hut it was a big chest they dug up. And there sas geid in the chest, for she saw it when the Then men began filling some bags. she was so frightened for fear they would see her that she ran home to here Mademoivher cabin. And selle de Cazeneaus eyes opened wide to their full width and her voice took a minor note, while her manner became imbued with horrible suggesta few hours later she saw iveness the horse come out of the woods, with the bags across its back; but only Capt. Jean came out of the woods with the horse. Zeney laughed derisively, and again shook her head. , That story came on horseback. Missy, along with the others you have heard, and Zillah ought to be well whipped for telling such a wicked lie. If she ever saw such a thing, then the two men had gone off In some other way to look after their own business, which was what Zillah ought to have been doing. But Mademoiselle de Cazeneau was, although apparently against her still own unconvinced, will, added for she Impressively. Zillah said that they afterward found the two men dead In the woods. And I have heard other stories, too of how he has made men jump into the sea when he burned or scuttled their ships, and took all they had on board. Capt. Jean steal! Capt. Jean murder! cried Zeney, her eyes flashing Such things he with indignation. never did, and all such stories are lies black lies. How can you believe them, or think of 'them, my honey, when you once thought him so good and noble? The question was unanswered, and Zeney, after a moments pause, added, If there is any truth .in such talk, it was wicked Capt. Laro who did these things; but CapL Jean never. Laro Capt. Laro! said her young mistress, with a puzzled little frown, and raising a hand to push back the clustering hair from her now cooled cheeks. Ah, yes; It comes to me. I have heard my mother speak of him; it was he who brought her from France. It was he, too, who brought Capt. , Jean here to Louisiana. He did? the girl asked In surAnd did you know him then prise. when he was a boy? He seemed The negress nodded. a comrade then, young as he was, of the captains a comrade in business. He was a wicked very wicked man a scallerat, this Capt. Laro; and it was surely he, and not Capt. Jean, who did the wicked deeds you have heard about, my honey. And where now is CapL Laro do you know, Zeney? Dead and gone. Missy so Ive been told. And if so, then ne Is down with the devil, I reckon, answered the old woman grimly, rising to her feet as LazaJies voice was heard from the hall below, calling, Rose, my little Ross, where are you? (To be continued.) SUPPLIES DURING A SIEGE. La-la-l- La-fitt- a, Primitive Incubators Used When Gibraltar Was Beleaguered. Some months after the siege of Gibraltar began Admiral Rodney reached the rock with twenty-on- e ships of the1 line and brought in vast quantities of supplies. In April, 1781, about a year after Rodneys visit, Admiral Darby, with the British grand fleet, also anchored at Gibraltar and brought In supplies. On one occasion a vessel from Naples was driven to the rock with 6,000 bushels of barley, which the garrison found of unspeakable value. Then, too, while the bombardment destroyed most of the houses, the English found it possible to raise large amounts of vegetables and garden supplies. They even raised chickens, following out an original method of incubation, the forerunner of the process in vogue Eggs were put in tin cans and kept heated by water until they hatched. In order to get the brood cared for it was necessary to take a capon, pull out the . breast to-da- feathers, scratch the fowls breast with nettles until it hied and then settle him upon the downy chicks. The relief given the smarting wounds by the soft down of the brood was so great that adoption speedily followed. Chicago Chronicle. Wheels Used as Alarm Bells. Locomotive drive wheels can still make a rackeL even after having been worn out for traveling purposes. The railroads give them to small towns as fire alarm hells. They are framed and hung up for that purpose being capable of alarming a wide territory when properly pounded. Most of the smaller towns in New Jersey have them.