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Show open the door for her, when Lady Dwight said: Stay, Rosemary." She turned and came batik. Rosemary, this Is Master Quentin Waters, of whom you have heard me speak, she said. To me, "My niece, Mistress Rosemary Allyn." MANN By MILLICENT E. The lady made me a low courtesy. (XX Uopyrirht, IBM, by 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 highI followed the footman in buff and wayman with whom you danced the CHAPTER XII. gold livery to the door of her boudoir. minuet? she cried. Know, sir," she Had I Wiat Before I Klst" There, crouching on a fur rug, was continued to me, you were honored, I returned to the Blue Boar, my the quaintest little page Imaginable, indeed, Lady Dwight is the toast of spirits again soaring. I found there a negro black as ebony and all of a five counties around for her grace and iwaltlng me a fontboy with a scented grin. beauty. note. It was from Lady Dwight, and The gemman am apected, he said, Nay, Rosemary, was, my dear, In it she invited me to her house upon rolling his eyes and bowing to the was, she admitted with pride. That the following day. floor. He opened a doo time Is long past long past I now The gemman, Missy, he cried, and yield my place to you, my dear. Wliat should Lady Dwight, a person When you are no more, dear Aunt had never seen, and the mother of again making his bow lower, if posshe said, kissing the still the man who was my cherished foe, sible, than before, vanished. Elaine, The lady was seated before the smooth cheek of her aunt, not till want of me, I conjectured. A hand screen protected then shall I bear the palm. The next afternoon, as I dressed to fireplace. go there, putting on white satin her delicate face from the rosy glow And, Rosemary, you certainly know that this gentleman is not the breeches, flowered waistcoat and of its flame. I bowed before her and then looked hfghwsyman, but he who escorted me point lace, Oil watched me with a sober face, lending a helping hand up. Another surprise! Lady Dwight into London after the robbery," she You would not expect to whenever I needed one. Presently he was the world-worbeauty whom I explained. took a rapier from the rack against had escorted into London! meet a highwayman here you are She was exquisitely attired in some but trifling, as usual. the wall, and striking sn attitude went through many of the old tricks sort of gray cloth, soft and clinging, what a Oh, lud! she ejaculated,' we had oft practiced at home, saying, erflbroldered in delicate pink buds. mistake." To me, pardon me?" She never wore any other color, and Dost remember this and this?" With pleasure,' I answered; "for I was undecided between two cra- I learned how many varying shades he was a gallant slip of a fellow. vats; I tried on first one and then the of gray there were, and how one Without doubt, said she. "Aunt ether. Anally deciding upon the first. might wear but one color and yet quite lost her heart, and if he be When I had knotted it to my satisfac- have a diversity of attire. Her hair brought to London to hang on Tytion I looked at him lazily. His so- was dressed a la negligence. Beauti- burn twould be the ending of her, I licitation was becoming annoying, and ful gray hair! and she had patches do believe. all on account of the duel I had told on her face. She was also rouged. Hush, Rosemary, cried her aunt; I kissed the hand she extended to him I was booked for. cease your tittle-tattlYou know. Aunt Elaine, you did Have done, Gil, have done," I me I trusted she had not heard of cried petulantly. The glitter of that the enmity between her son and my- say that he had both grace and darsteel makes my eyes to water. self; I even felt my heart soften a ing. and was so handsome, she conWould st have me attend on Lady little toward him for his mothers tinued, unheeding. Oh, to meet a man like that some day our LondonDwight whoever in the devil she is sake. "Hast found London to your liking. ers are but women dressed In men's with red eyelids?" Then, as he Waters? she asked, after she clothes. Mister I conno Hast demanded, persevered. had greeted me. It Is hard to obtain favor In Misfidence in thy pupil?" Indeed, yes, I replied. I like it not, he said; if you Tig vast- tress Rosemary Allyns eyes, I said. And you can do not else than let should give him his quietus there ly Interesting. With what do you occupy your- thy tongue run, Rosemary, let It run would he a hue and cry throughout to a purpose, said Lady Dwight, gent London, and then I would not give a self? she questioned. Need you ask in London?" I said ly. Get thy lute and sing for us." pinch of salt for the reinstating of with a smile. The spoiled beauty made a moufl at the house of Waters." As the other sparks, no doubt; me as she took her lute from the nor not over see. TIs I Ah, your pupil ner nearby. She sat down facing us yon are so concerned, hut over the wine, women and muBlc?" she said. I shrugged my shoulders. other fellow," I said banteringly. I and began to sing, lightly touching Or, perhaps, you are more serious the strings of her Instrument with her promise you I will not kill him, as you fingers. nut hnd I wist before I klat, That love had been sae 111 to win, I had loekt my heart In a cau of goWd, And pinned It with a siller pin. Lady Dwight now took the opportunity to ask me many questions about my home. She should have stopped that silvery babble flowing d from those lips of my love had she wanted rational answers. You said you came from what part of England? she queried. I did not at first' hear her and she had to repeat her question. The southern part of Sussex, I 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 I murmured; "Waters of family, Long Haut. "Your father,, she whispered, is he dead? I cannot bring him to mind. "No madame, I answered, but he has not been in London for years Roderick Waters." And I myself were dead and sane! And tbe green grass growing over ms. The sweet voice sang on; my eyes were glned to her face. With a little I told you, airs, I replied with dignity. cry she flung down her lute. I fob are so anxious, Gil. He must be one ly Inclined you have a reason for lowed her glance of distress. It rest of your old frleuds' sons methinks, being here in this maelstrom of dissi- cd on T,ady Dwight, fallen back In hei pation? she still questioned. chair in a dead faint. you are so mawkish over him. 1 Kill him and bo damned, for all I laughingly disclaimed having any For a second there was great exIt is about Lord virtues other than the rest of my citement, maids rushing hither and care, he said. kind. She changed the subject. Waters I am concerned." thither with smelling salts, wine and Hast learned anything of that You are right, I nodded, turning spirits; calls for a chirurgeon. Upon who stole my jewels? myself about before the glass, and I she the lady's regaining consciousness I shall only slightly wound him; for said. mado my Adieus, with Rosemarys the sake of a pair of blue eyes I would Nothing. Lady Dwight, I replied. anxious face before me and her words, not like to put nn end to the butterfly But I do not doubt tfiat in time he "What did you say to her? she has existence of 'Cousin Raoul.' A good- will be brought to justice If he does not fainted so in years, ringing in ly dose of steel, however, might lim- not stop his depredations." my ears. ber up some of his cursed pride. I saw that the lady had (To be continued.) Men are not always so fortunate she wished to say to me Itsomething was ever In doing exactly as they wish when hovering about her lips hut BIT OF REED'S HISTORY she kept fighting for their lives, he retorted. delaying it, and consequently the conMen are sfif well versed in dueling versation lagged. Building Where He Once Taught here in London as in the old Manor of School in California. On a sudden we were Interrupted Until recently there stood in a pretLong Haut. It Is all they do know it was most welcome to me by a in that they merry laugh, and the sound of a outside of oak grove In the heart of Stock-toslap. ty re equally expert." Calif., a forlorn-lookinbrick They both came from the hallway. I would not take time to argue the building, which perhaps In its palmy Lady Dwight frowned. some architectural beauty to I heard I was waiting point, and went to the street, Gil breathlessly days had Out of the way, you imp of recommend it; but for a long time, following. My sedan chair was wait- for it as age end neglect began to show dising and I put myself into it, al- darkness. Wouldst bar my passage? It was the voice of Rosemary Allyn. figuring hands upon the structure. Its though I liked not its swaying mowindows stared blankly and its shuttion. It was like a ship rolling on the I would, know it among a thousand. The door was thrown back with a ters. creaked upon their rusty hinges ocean, or a dromedary loping along the sandy desert, and its smallness of bang and the lady I delighted in en- until people fancied the old place was haunted. Interior made me feel as though tered. If the old walls could have spoken, mewed in a church pew. But I was "Pardon, Aunt Elaine, she said what too fastidious to go on foot and off we courtesying, interesting anecdotes they would Blackie grows more have been able to relate of bygont started, leaving Gil leaning against Art every day. keepthe lintel of the inn door, with a long ing a tryst that the door is barred days! Wliat "tales might he told out of school; for this building was once As we turned the corner I from Rosemary? face. Van Dorn hall, built expressly for looked back. I saw him give a shrug the Now, although lady had seen school the inn. me the moment she entered to his shoulder and purposes. and famous ss the the room, In other words, he threw responsibil- if she did not know I was there all place where Thomas B. Reed. late ity to the winds. the time, she took not the slightest speaker of the house of representgr lives, taught school for several I gave the order to the chairmen, notice of me. months. Lady Dwight's." They seemed faNay, Rosemary," answered Lady He was then a young mnn, a giant miliar with the ladys name and resiyou are always welcome: in size and strength, fresh from Bow-(loi- n dence. When they set the chair down Dwight, but I told Blackie not to admit and he came to Stotiktoa and I stepped forth I was surprised I thought you had gone ro to fillcollege, the position vacated by his forto find that they had stopped in front anyone Richmond. He was but obeying or- mer classmate. W. E. Greene, who of the house I had visited yesterday ders." him highly as his successthe one where Mistress Rosemary I did not care to go," she said. or. Allyn had held her levee. The men As you wish to be alone, I will leave It was the first and last position assured me that it was the residence held by Tom Reed as a school teachof Lady Dwight, and I was abashed you." She turned toward the door and as er; for soon afterward he received the for the moment I trusted I should she did so gave me one swift glance appointment of assistant paymaster In not again meet that lady's son. What position did Mistress Rose- from under eyelids fringed with long the U. S. navy, and he then returned mary Allyn occupy in that household? dark eyelashes saucily curling up- !n 1864 to his eastern home. William S. Rice In Sunset Magazine. It looked not at all like a dependent ward. My face, no doubt, looked my chaor degraded one. Gads snok! it mat a Named. tered not to me. Were I King grin to have such an opportunity to May What's the name of your and she the beggar maid I be Introduced in due form and to have was ready to orite Lenten hymn? would still win her lore, and be hon- it come to naught. Ev Mine Is Archibald. lo anything desperate; I sprang to ored by It- - Mistress Rosemary Allyn ILQUISBANA. BY Bm gEVEREUX LUCAS-L1NOOJL- WTH ILLUSTRATIONS BY DON C. WILSON &Q3, by IXA Jtnm - CHAPTER XXIII. wish to present you to my friend. Captain Jean, who has come to see Mr. me upon a matter of business. Stewart now speaking to Lafltte, as the young man rose and took the formers extended hand is the son of an old friend, whom I think you have met in past years. He was then Ensign Tommy Stewart, but now he Is. if you please. Col. Thomas Stewart of Kentucky, a member of General Jacksons staff. I remember having met him in New Orleans, some years ago; and I an: pleased to make the acquaintance of his son. As the breakfast proceeded, accompanied by a general and Inconsequent chatter, Lafitte's keen eyes took note of the way In which the young man looked at Mademoiselle de Cazeneau; and It seemed to him that not only was she conscious of Stewarts attention, but that it embarrassed her. A fury, sudden and savage, possessed him at the thought of this handsome young stranger daring to covet what waa to him, who had xnown her so long, the most precious thing in all hia world. . n -- e. eYflyngd - tip The twelve months elapsing since the September afternoon that witnessed Rose de Cazeneau's disillusion in regard to her trusted "Captain Jean had been uneventful ones for her, until very recently, when she had met Lazalie .und-- r Gen. lot Roche's hospitable roof, and, for the first time in her life, found a girl friend. The dark beauty and indifferent manner of the Spanish girl possessed a strange and powerful attraction for the gentle-natureRose; and Lazalie, fieling the other's admiration and liking, had reciprocated in a way that brought to the surface her better and more womanly self. The general had for a guest at this time tbe son of an old friend, Col. Thomas Stewart of Kentucky, who, sending young Harold to New Orleans upon a matter of business, had asked for him La Roches hospitality. La Roche 'and the two girls were breakfasting when Lafltte arrived. Brlglda, who was superintending certain domestic matters in a front room of the house, was the first to see his approach. Gen. La Roche, with the impetuosity of a much younger man, sprang from his chair and crossed the room to grasp Lafitte's hand, welcoming him in words which were but carelessly heard; for the newcomer glanced from Lazalie,, who had followed her hosts movements, to the childish figure still seated at the table to tbe lovely face, flushing and paling by turns, while the violet eyes, with a startled and yet not altogether displeased light showing in them, were raised to meet his own. Not offering to touch her hand, he said, with a bow, hope, mademoiselle, that I find you quite well. She answered in a low voice, her manner, with the color still going and coming in her cheeks, suggesting nothiug more than usual shyness. d By Jove! exclaimed Harold StewBy Jove, Senorita Lazalie, what a fascinating fellow this Captain Jean art. Is!" The two were sitting in a shaded summer house, Mademoiselle de Cazeneau having disappeared Immediately after breakfast, making as Brlglda told Lazalie the excuse of wishing to see her grandfather at Kanauhana. Have you known him long? he Inquired. ahe anYes, for several years, swered carelessly, adding, as though feeling little Interest In Capt Jean, I wonder why Rose slipped away alone. She always likes to have me go with her. If Lazalie could have seen her little friend her wonder would have been Increased. 'I wine-colore- And why ahould you, and every one, dreadful 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 o. the sailors who were waiting outside with their burdens; and the general, preceded by Lafltte, started to leave the room aa a cheery whistling, accompanied by the sound of footsteps upon the oaken stairs, announced that Harold Stewart was coming down to n love-makin- g breakfast Lafltte was already in the hall, and La Roche, pausing a moment turned hack to say. In a carefully lowered Senorita Lazalie Mademoitone, selle Rose, I must warn both of you to have a care how you mention the name of Lafltte In the hearing of young Stewart Remember, he added, with unmistakable emphasis, "he must be Captain Jean, and po one lse, so long as he Is here wlta us. Lazalie nodded, with a smile of appreciation, but Mademoiselle de looked with troubled eyes at the general aa he hurried out She was greatly puziled, as. Indeed she 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 fraternising with the dreadrul Lafltte, and she was beginning to wonder bow much of untruth there might be in the terrible toriea she had heard concerning him. It was all a perplexing pnzzle, and Ac girl sighed as she stirred her n, Caze-nea- flfeooolate. English. Rose's reply, whatever It might have been, was checked by the entrance of Gen. La Roche and Lafltte. and young Stewart stared suprisedly at the tall, straight form following his Cop-hetu- fir boat ; "Mr. Stewart," said the genera, "1 to-he- r ss 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 like him so much such a wicked, a scallerat,' this Capt Laro; and it man? was surely he, and not Capt Jean, who did the wicked deeds you have Up In the room assigned to her at heard about, my honey. and made invitingly cozy Kanauhana, "And where now is Capt Laro for their beloved young mistress by Barbe and Zeney the latter, by the do you know, Zeney? "Dead and gone, Missy so Ive way, never falling to show her jealbeen told. And if so, then ne Is down ousy of the French woman's closer with the devil, I reckon, answered relations with Mademoiselle Rose was that young lady lying, a tumbled tho old woman grimly, rising to her mass of pale blue draperies, upon a feet as Lazalie's voice was heard from hall below, calling, Rose, my litdivan. Her head the large, Ros tle i, where are you? and face were burled in the pillows, (To be continued.) and she was sobbing convulsively. It was thus that Ztiney found her, SUPPLIES DURING A SIEGE. and the old negress pausing on the door sill, exclaimed shrilly, What is this? Precious bird, tell Ze- Primitive Incubators Used When Gibraltar Was Beleaguered. ney who it Is that has brought tears Some months after the siege of GIN to the light of her eyes. She spoke in the French patois of reltar began Admiral Rodney reached ships of the her fellows, but with a better accent the rock with twenty-online and brought in vast quantities and choice of words. The sobs ceased, but the face buried of supplies. In April, 1781, about a Itself stjll deeper in the pillows, and year after Rodneys visit. Admiral a little hand waved her off impa- 'Darby, with the British grand fleet, also anchored at Gibraltar and tiently. In supplies. On one occasion brought It is that proud Spanish missy! a vessel from was driven to exclaimed Zeney, with sudden anger. the rock with Naples 6,000 bushels of barley, I dont like her. She haa made you which the found of unspeakcry. Come home, my honey; dont able value. garrison while the bomThen, too, where she is. you stay most of the bardment destroyed Laxalle has nothing to do with It, found the it possible houses, English was the reply, uttered with a spirit to raise large amounts of vegetables and emphasis that appeared to resupplies. store the speaker's composure. "She and garden They even raised chickens, followknows nothing of it, I tell you. It Is, ing ont an original method of incubawith manifest indecision only that tion, the forerunner of the proceas In I felt unhappy and I cannot tell myEggs were put in tin self why. But," as if determined to vogue cans and heated by water until kept 1 wish find a reason that Capt LaIn order to get the fltte had not some to see Gen. La they hatched. brood cared for It was necessary to Roche this morning. take a capon, pull out the breast , said Zeney, a new light scratch the fowls breast her shriveled face, while feathers, creeping into with nettles until It bled and then he nodded her tnrbaned head until him the downy chicks. her long earrings clicked against thd settlerelief upon the The given smarting wounds string of gold heads tightly encircling by the soft down of the brood was so her skinny neck. Then good Capt. adoption speedily followed. Jean is still alive and well! I am great that Chronicle. Chicago glad so glad. should be you Why Wheels Used as Alarm Bella. glad? What makes every one love him so? deLocomotive drive wheels can still manded her mistress petulantly, as make a racket even after having she wiped her face and eyes with tha been worn ont for traveling purposes. morsel of cambric and lace serving The railroads give them to small her as a handkerchief. towns as fire alarm hells. They are Why should I not be glad, my pret- framed and hnng np for that purpose ty one? Aye. so long as Zeney lives, being capable of alarming a wide she has reason to be glad when all territory when properly po traded. is well with Cspt. Iean. Most of the smaller towns in New Bnt why should ? repeated Jereev have them. d La-la-l- a! e to-da- La-la- Laxalle, hearing the sigh, laughed as her white teeth bit Into her toast. "Why do you sigh so woefully, my little Ron, nd 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 the to-da- y I u Mademoiselle de Caseneau, her msn- - j, ner softening somewhat at Zeney'a f evident sincerity. "And why should j you, and every one, like him so much1 such a wicked, dreadful man? Tbe adjectlvea were Indisputably harsh more so than the manner In which they were uttered, and the violet eyes held a suggestion thst the speaker would not object to knowing that her application of them was misplaced. Wicked dreadful!" echoed Zeney, shaking her head violently. No, no, never is Captain Jean either of these. But Mamman Zillah once tola me, aid 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 at Contraband Bayou, she saw Capt. Lafltte and two other men go nto the woods with a horse. They had shovels and picks, and she followed them to see what tney would do. She saw them digging a hole, like a grave; but it was a big chest they dug up. And there was gold in the chest, for she saw it when the-meThen began filling some hags. she was so frightened for fear they would see hor that she ran home cabin. And here Mademoiselle de Cazeneau's eyes opened wide to their full width and her voice took a minor note, while her manner became Imbued with horrible suggest-ivenea few hours later she saw 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 own still 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 late the sea when he burned or scuttled their ships, and took all they had on board. Capt Jean steal! Cspt Jean murder! cried Zeney, her eyes flashing Such things he with Indignation. never did, and all each 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 Capt 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 you-be- |
