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Show proUCHE I J fcy Rgffld Sabatini BEGIN HERE TODAY. The deliberate insult inflicted by (he great noble, the MARQUIS DE LA TOUR D'AZYR. stung PHILIPPE DE VILMOR1N into a passion. He forgot that he was a divinity 6tudent, that he was appealing ap-pealing for justice for the brutal Hhootine; of the peasant discovered poaching, and leaped lorward to strike the Marquis in the face Immediately his young lawyer friend. ANDRE LOUIS MORBAU, saw the trap. Philippe had neer worn a sword. His eloquence, had impressed im-pressed the noble as a dangerous gift when Philippe pleaded for justice jus-tice that morning before Kood-na-tured QUENTIN DE KERCADIOU, Lord of Gavrlllac, who was popularly believed be-lieved to be tlie father Of Andre-Louis, Andre-Louis, it was there that Andre-Louh Andre-Louh had learned with horror that the Marquis de La Tour d'Azyr ;h suing for the hand of de Gavrillac's beautiful younjr niece ALINE DE KERCADIOU Aline w,. the girl of his dreams, Philippe, his dearest friend, was now facing the Marquis wtih a duelling sword In his hand. GO ON WITH THE STORY. ' M. de Chabrlllane, leaning upon n I cane- for he had relinquished his ' BWOrd to M de Vilmonn looked on with quiet interest Facing him on the other side of the combatant stood Andre-Louis, the palest of the i four, starlnp; from fevered eyes, twist ling and untwisting clammy hands ! He clung to the conviction that the issue could not really be very serious. If the obi iat ions of Philippe's honor compelled him to cross swords with j the man he had struck, M. de La Tour ! d'Azyr' s birth compelled him no lessi I to do no serious hurt to the unfledged; lad he had so grievously provoked M le Marquis, alter all, was a man of I honor. The encounter was very short, of course. In youth, Philippe had received receiv-ed the tutoring in sword-play thai was given to every boy born into his station of life. And so he knew at least the rudiments of what, was now expected of him. But what could j rudiments avail him here0 Three disengages dis-engages completed the exchanges, and then without any haste the Marquis slid his risht foot along the moist i turf, his lonp. graceful body extending extend-ing itself In a lunge that went under M. de VUmorln'8 clumsy guard, and with the utmost deliberation he drove I his blade through the young man's i vitals. Andre-Louis sprang forward Jurt in time to catch his friend's body under the armpits as it sank. With white face and twitchine lips. Andre Louis looked up at M. de La Tour d'Azyr, who stood surveying hlB work with a countenance of grave but remorseless interest. "You have killed him." cried Andre-Louts Andre-Louts "Of course." The Marquis ran a lace handkerchief j along his blade to wipe it. As he let the dainty fabric fall, he explained himself "He had, as I told him. a too dangerous gift of eloquence." And he turned away, paving com pletest understanding with Andre-Louis Andre-Louis Still supporting the limp, draining bod , the young man called to him. "Come back, you cowardly murder -I er. and make y OUTS ell quite safe by killing me, too.'' Trfe Marquis half turned, his face ; dark with anger. Then M. de Chabril-, Chabril-, lane Bel B restraining hand upon his arm. Although a party throughout to I the deed, the Chevalier was a little appalled now that it was done He 1 had not the high stomach of M de la Tour d'Azyr, .-ud he was a good deal ; younger "Come away," he said. "The lad is raving They were friends." "You heard what ho snid?" quoth j the Marquis. "Nor can he, or you, or any man deny It," Hung back Andre-Louis. "Yourself, monsieur, you made confession con-fession when you gave me now the reason why you killed him You did it because you feared him." When the landlord and his people came, they found ndrc-Louis, his arms about the body of his dead friend, murmuring passionately into the deaf ear that rested almost I against his lips : "Philippe, speak to mc, Philippe' Philippe . . . Don't you hear me? ! God of Heaven' Philippe!" At a glance they saw that here neither priest nor doctor could avail. Andre-Louis, holding the dead man's hand in both his own, swore to him out of his impotent rage that 1 M. de al Tour d'Azyr should pay a bitter price for this. 1 It was your eloquence he feared, Philippe." he said "The thing he feared lu you, he shall tear in me. He feared that men might be swayed by your eloquence to the undiong ofj BUCb things as himself. Men shall be j swayed by it still. For your eloquence and your arguments shall be mf herl-tage herl-tage Irom you. It shall profit him nothing to have your blood upon his soul. That voice in you would never half so relentlessly have hounded him and his as it shall in me if all I else fails." CHAPTER V For the second time that day Andre-Louis Andre-Louis set out for the chateau. The squat Seigneur de Gavrlllac was restlessly pacing when Andre Louis was introduced. He was already Informed, as he announced at once, I ol what had taken place at the Breton I Arme. "The pity of it'" he said. "The pity I of It!" He bowed his enormous head. "Ah this La Tour d'Azyr is n hard man. and he feels very stronfilv in these matters He may be right. I don't know." "The question, monsieur my godfather.' god-father.' said Andre-Louis, "is what is to be done" He was quite calm and ' self-possessed, but very white M. de Kercadiou stared ai him I blankly our of his pale eyes. I "Why, what the devil is there to do I am told Vilmorin struck M. le Mar- iquls." "Under the ery grossest provoca-' tion." "Which he himself provoked by his revolutionary language. The poor; lad's head was full of this encyclo-j pedist trash. It comes of too much reading. 1 have never set much store! by books, Andre; and I have never known anything but trouble to come out of learning " Andre-Louis felt a tightening of his heart, a lessening of his hope "Your criticisms." he said, "are all for the conduct of the dead and none for that of the murderer It does not seem possible that you should be In sympathy with such a crime." "Crime?" shrilled M. de Karcadiou. "My God, boy, you are speaking of M de la Tour d'Azyr." "I am, and of the abominable murder mur-der he has committed . . "Stop!" M. de Kercadiou was very emphatic. "M le Marquis is my friend, and is likely very soon to stand in a still closer relationship." "Notwithstanding this0" asked An dre-Louis. M. de Kercadious was frankl impatient. impa-tient. "Why, what has this to do with it? I may deplore it But 1 have no right to condemn it It is a common way of adjusting differences between gentlemen " Andre-Louis interrupted him "It is no more a duel than if it had been fought with pistols of which only M. e Marquis' was loaded He invited Philippe to discuss the matter fur- fcber ther. with the deliberate intent! forcing a quarrel upon him and kill him. I am telling what M. le Marq fttl himself admitted to mc." "And hat the devil do you projx fjj to do, if you please?" J I T'- "I shall go to Rennes. and lay t Vw facts before the King's Lieutenantgaati "He'll be busy to see There Is trouble enough in RennedKp ready on 'i'r' score of these CK states general " "Good afternoon, monsieur my gWf!" father," said Andre-Louis. P1 "Wait, boy, wait'" The squat 1BK man rolled forward, aflectlonate Oj52J corn on his great ugly face, and j set one of his podgy hands on m , godson's shoulder. "Now listen to X :rrr Andre." he reasoned "This Is shi it 1 knlght-erranty moonshine, luni i" You've read 'Don Quixote,' and w; a. happened to him when he went tilt ? against windmills," the selgn R q stormed. He was very angry n RVi "Since you choose to disobey me, j i? r jean break your empty head agaj fo the windmill, and be damned to y jjfto Andre-Louis bowed -with a touc irony and reached the door. "If the windmill should prove n formidable" '.lid he from threshold "I may -ee what can iDIi ! done with the wind Goodby, t S, sieur my godfather." He wa- gone and M. do Reread :? was alone, purple In the face, ' zling on that last cryptic utferane U'( 1 (Continued in Our Next Issue.) l ktt |