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SYNOPSIS.
Com tease Ellae, daughter of the govern-
or of the Mount, haa chance encounter
with a peasant boy. The "Mount," a small
rook-bound Island, stood In vaat bay on
the northwestern coast of France, and
during the time of Louis XVI. was a gov-
ernment stronghold. Develops that the
peasant boy was the son of Seigneur De-
aaurac, nobleman. Young Desaurac deter-
mines to secure an education and become
a gentleman; sees the governor's daugh-
ter depart for Paris. Lady Kllse returfts
after aeven years' schooling, and enter-
tains many nobles. Her Ladyship dances
with atrange fisherman, and a call to
arms la made In an effort to capture A
mysterious I* Seigneur Nolr. He escapes.
Lady Kllse Is caught in the "Orand" tldd.
The Black 8elgneur rescues and takes
har to his retreat. Ellae discovers that
her aavlor waa the boy with the flah.
Ranches. the 8elgneur's servant. Is ar-
rested and brought before the governor.
Lady Kllse has Sanches set free. Seig-
neur and a prieat at the "Cockles." San-
chea tella Desaurac that Lady Ellae be-
trayed him, but Is not believed". The
Seigneur plana to releaae prisoners at the
Mount. I^ady Kllse pleada with her fath-
er to apare the lives of condemned pris-
oner*. Disguised as a peasant Lady
Ellse mingles with the people and hears
•ome startling facta. A mysterious
Mountebank starts a riot. He Is arrested
and locked up after making close obser-
vatlona of the citadel, and la afterwards
summoned before the governor's daugh-
ter. The governor enters the room durlnar
the Interview with the mountebank. As a
miserable buffoon, the Mountebank Is re-
leased by order of the governor. De-
auarac overpowers guard and dons sol-
dier's tfnlform. The Seigneur successfully
passes guards and finds the - "Great
Wheel." Jacques, the laller, forced to
tread the wheel and bring up enemies of
the governor. The Black Seigneur liber-
ates the prisoners. The Seigneur again
made prisoner. The Marquis de Reau-
vlllers visits the Mount. The ladles and
nobles Inspect the dungeons. Ellse vlslta
the Seigneur.
CHAPTER XXVI—(Continued.)
For a few moments the Governor's
daughter, now standing in the center
of her apartment, heard no sound
from the other room; then a timid
footstep approaching the door waa
followed by an Indecisive rap.
"Your ladyship rang?" inquired Ma-
rie, turning a half-guilty glance on her
mistress.
"Yes! Did 1 hear voices, as I came
lnr
"Did your Ladyship? I mean I was
going to speak to your Ladyship. lt%
my nleoe!" suddenly. "On her way
to Paris!"
"Your niece!" The Governor's
daughter looked at the other. "And
you—are pleased ?"
"Your Ladyship—" The woman
flushed.
"Of course, though, you must be!
She is out there? Show her In!"
quickly.
"But—"
"At once!"
"Very well, my Lady!" Marie's man-
ner, however, was depressed as, step-
ping to the threshold, reluctantly she
beckoned.
Erect, with mien almost antagonis-
tic, Nanette entered and stood before
the Lady Ellse. The latter did not
at onoe speak; for a few moments the
observant brown eyes passed in quick
scrutiny over her visitor; noting the
aggressive brows; the broad, strong
face; the self-assertive pose of the
well-developed figure. A woman to do
—to dare!—What?
"You wished to see me?" Nanette
first spoke. Marie lifted an ex post u-
latory band. What bad manners, thus
to dare! But my lady did not seem
to notice. "You are from one of the
Islands?" sbe began.
"Yea."
"8ay 'my Lady'!" broke in the old
nurse. "I trust your Ladyship will
pardon—"
"Never mind, Marie!" with a quick
gesture. "Your aunt tells me you are
on your way to Paris?"
"Yes—my Lady!" with the slightest
hesitation before the laBt two words.
"To seek a situation as lady's maid!"
"When are you leaving?"
"Tomorrow morning, your Lady-
ship!" Interposed Marie quickly.
"So soon?" My lady continued to
address the glrL "You have had ex-
perience?"
"No, my Lady!"
"Then how can you secure what you
irlsh?"
"How? At least. I can try!"
"To be sure! You can try." My
lady's eyei fell; sh« seemed to be
thinking. "Still, it may be dlffloult;
last look was one of indubitable sat-
isfaction ere she followed her aunt
from the room.
My lady stared after them. " 'Daugh-
ter of Pierre Laroche! Friend of the
Black Seigneur!'" Marie's words con-
tinued to ring. In her ears. She threw
herself into a chair; sat long very
still, her eyes bent straight before
her. on either cheek now a bright
spot of color.
CHAPTER XXVII.
A Stroll on ths Strand.
"You are In a hurry, Monsieur Bep-
po?" arms akimbo, Nanette, standing
in an embrasure of the rampart, called
out to the Governor's man as be
passed by.
"Ah, Mistress Nanette." Beppo
stopped readily enough, "I didn't eee
you at first."
Because you have more Important
matters to think of," 6he laughed,
showing her strong white teeth.
The fat old man looked pleased; a
few days before, Nanette had flashed
a radiant smile at him from her case-
ment, and, ever since, he had been
inclined to regard her with favor.
"Not more Important, but duties that
must be attended to! The wedding
hour draws near." The island girl
half turned her head; a shadow
seemed to pass over the bold, sun-
burned features. "And her ladyship
gives tomorrow a riding party for her
guests—a last celebration before she
is led to the altar. I am on my way
now to arrange about the escort."
"A riding party!" Nanette spoke
quickly. "You mean on horseback?"
"How else?" said Beppo. "It ia a
pastime her ladyship has always been
very fond of, even as a child. In
those days." not without an accent,of
self-importance, "it was my privi-
lege—"
"Do they ride far?" Interrupted
Nanette with ill-suppressed eager-
ness.
"To the old Monastery St Ra-
nulphe; an imposing ruin of tenth
century architecture, my dear," he
added pompously.
"And where Is it?"
"Off the Paris highway, tome ten
miles from the Mount."
"Ten miles? And the country Is
beautiful? Not open; sandy, like the
shore?"
"It partakes of a rugged grandeur."
"With forests around?" qiJIckly.
"Yes," Indulgently. "You like for
ests. Mistress Nanette?"
"When they are thick and wild—"
"Then would you like these!"
The girl asked no further ques-
tions; yet still Beppo lingered, bis
glance seeming loath to withdraw
from this exuberant specimen of vig-
orous young womanhood. "Which
way were you going, good Mistress
Nanette?" he asked finally. "On sec-
ond thoughts, I have a little time to
spare and will Walk along."
Nanette looked down from the ram-
part toward the sands and the shore,
did not answer, and, more insinuating-
ly, Beppo repeated his proposal Nan-
ette started
,"La, Monsieur Beppo! I—I'm afraid
It wouldn't do. There's my aunt."
tossing her head, "that careful of me!
Won't even let me go walking on the
beach alone! Do you ever go walking
on the beach. Monsieur Beppo?" she
Inquired suddenly, regarding "ijim with
an eloquent look.
"I—it has not been my custom." he
murmured. "But," the fishy eyes
growing brighter, "with you—If I
might accompany you—"
"Oh. I didn't mean that! Oh; no!
Of course not! And 1 couldn't think
of it. My aunt—"
But when a few moments later, she
turned, to walk quickly away, the
round and shining face of Beppo,
watching her disappear, wore not the
look of a man who had allowed him-
self to be rebuffed.
Out of bis sight, Nanette's expres-
sion changed to one of somber
thoughtfulness; It lingered as sbe en-
tered the palace, with free swing,
mounted the steps to her mistress'
apartments; was still there, when she
spring to her feet. As her aunt en-
tered, Nanette took a few steps for-
ward, And, bending to pick up ber
work from the floor, turned partly
away and thrust the paper into the
bosom of ber gown.
"I came to tefl you supper Is ready."
said Marie quietly.
At the table with her aunt the girl's
manner was subdued and deferential;
she observed the nicest proprieties,
and bestowed on the other's slightest
word a meed of attention calculated
to soften the old woman's attitude and
suspicions. And possibly succeeded;
or, It may be, Marie's own conscience
had begun to reproach her; for a num-
ber of days had passed and nothing
had as yet .occurred to Justify the
early apprehensions she had enter-
tained. Under the circumstances the
meal was a little prolonged; the first
shafts of twilight had entered the
courtyard and had begun to steal into
the narrow chamber with darkening
effect, ere of an accord the two wom-
en pushed back their chairs.
"It gets dark early." said the girl,
or time has passed quicker than I
thought. Perhaps it wag what you
were telling me of the former lady of
the Mount She must have been very
beautiful!"
"She was," answered the woman;
"and us good as beautiful!"
"Heigh-ho!" Nanette sighed:
through the window watched the shad-
ows that like dark, trailing figures
seemed creeping up the ancient wall
to caress and linger on green leaves of
vines, bright flowers and other living
things. "But I suppose she had every-
thing she wanted." The girl stirred
restlessly. "What sdrt of a man is
Monsieur Beppo. aunt?"
"Beppo?" Recalled as from a long
train of recollections, the woman did
not seem to notice the abruptness of
the inquiry. "Oh, he is an old and
faithful servant. For almost as many
years as I have been here." with an
accent of pride, "has he served at the
Mount!"
"And his moral character, aunt?"
demurely.
"Monsieur Beppo has a reputation
bsr eyaa, which bad returned to the
girl's, expressed ones mora doubt and
misgiving. With her glancs lifted up-
ward, however, Nanetta did not seem
to notlos this quick change. A star-
faint forerunner of a multitude of
waiting orbs—peeping timorously
down from above the gray, gaunt mass
of atone, alone absorbed the girl's
gaie and attention.
"Where were you thinking of go-
ing?" after a silence of some length
the older woman asked.
"I don't recall that Monsieur Beppo
mentioned," was the low-murmured re-
sponse. "But, of course, aunt, If you
object—"
"I do not know that I do." said the
other slowly. "Only," bb If the thought
had suddenly come to her, "what were
you writing at her ladyship's desk
when I went to call you?"
"Writing?" Nanette regarded her
blankly. "I don't understand you.
aunt."
"Weren't you writing something
that you hid in your dress when I
came?"
"No!" The girl looked full at the
other; denied point-blank the accusa-
tion. Now that you speak of it, 1 be-
lieve I did step to the desk," she an
awered glibly, "to look at some orna-
ment; but as for writing, or daring to,
I should not have presumed."
A low discreet rap at the door Inter
rupted, and, with a whispered "There
he is now!" Nanette cut short further
argument by rising.
"She is not telling the truth!" For
some time the woman stood looking
down In gloomy thought after the two
had gone. "What does It mean?'
Moving to a peg, she took down i
shawl. "What can it mean?" she
asked herself again, and, wrapping the
garment about her head and shoul-
ders, left the room.
Half an hour later, at Beppo's Bide,
on the beach, Nanette measured her
steps to his; listened to the old man'B
platitudes, and even turned a not un-
willing ear to sundry hints and in-
nuendo* of a tenderer nature The
girl was in her most complaisant
mood, and, in his role of discreet gal-
lant to young and blooming woman-
hood. the fat factotum strove to make
the most of the opportunity. He
sighed; bethought him of a sentiment
al tale, and carped of the beauty of
the moon, then gilding the edge of
the Mount's high towers! She an-
swered ; looked; but soon her eloquent
glance swerved to the sands, dotted
by desultory seekers of cockles, or
belated stragglers from the shore, and
fastened itself on a Jutting point of
the Mount.
Near It, before a large rock of pe-
culiar shape, a man was engaged in
that common nocturnal labor of the lo-
cality. digging! As the couple drew
near, quickly he raised bis gaze: al-
most at once let It fall; engrossed In
his work, continued to toss the sand
and stood over it searchingly. But
when they had gone by, once more he
straightened, and, at the same time,
the girl looked back. Stalwart, black-
bearded, a sailor by his dress, the fel-
low made a sign. and. apparently any
Pari* la far away. And If you should
fall." her fingers tapped nervously on ! took a bit of embroidery from a table
the chair, "we are very busy at the
Mount Just now,' she added suddenly,
directing her glanoa full upon the
ether. "and there may be something
fcere—"
"Here! Your Ladyship will keep
Bw here!"
Marie made a movement as If to
apeak, hut her nleoe Intercepted her.
"I will do my heat, my Lady!"
"Very well! Then a hall you have a
trial!"
"Your Ladyahlp!" Interposed Ma-
rie.
The Governor's daughter got up
quickly. "1 am vary tired. Marie, and
wish now to be alone! You need not
remain—I ahall not want yon again
tonight."
The old nnrse murmured a dejected
reeponee; tamed away.
and seated herself at the window of
an antechamber, bent over her task.
Soon, however, she stopped, to sweep
abruptly cloth and colored sllka from
her lap to the floor, and. leaning for-
ward. ber firm, brown hands clasped
over ber knees, she seemed to be ask-
ing herself questions, or weighing
some problem.
"Yea; It Is our only chance." In ber
eyes a steady glow replaced the vary-
ing lights. and. getting np with a sud-
den air of determination. Nanette
crossed the room to where, near tha
door, stood a small desk. Glancing
quickly around, ahe aeated herself and.
reaching for paper and pen. wrote
carefully and somewhat laborioualy n
faw words. She had finished and
waa contemplating the reault of ber
asgar efforts whan a hand at the door
Unk iw Udyaktp. The gUII email har ts daah down the paa aad
i
for piety, no doubt deserved!" re-
turned the woman, with an accent of
surprise. "At any rate, be seldom
misses a mass. But why do you ask?"
"Because I met him today and be in-
vited me to walk with him this eve-
ning."
"He dM?" Marie's mouth grew firm-
er. "And you?"
"I didn't exactly know how to re-
fuae! be—looked so old and respect-
able! I thought, too, you wouldn't
mind and—I'm glad you think ao well
of him. aunt"
la the gathering gloom tha listener's
"It Gets Dark Early," Said the Girl.
doubt as to wl5o he was vanished from
Nanette's mind; for from the fingers
of the free hand she held behind her,
something fluttered to the beach.
Leaning to bla Implement, the man
regarded the paper, but not until the
girl'a low laugh waa beard, as ahe and
Master Beppo vanished In the dark-
ness. did be step forward and secure
it.
"So! That was It!" Breathless, In-
dignant, Marie, standing In the black
shade of one of the Mount'a projec-
tions. watched the fellow read and re-
gard carefully the message In his
-* tearing it. crumple tha Ma
and thrust them toward bla pocket
aa ha walkad off. "Brasan huuyt Bat
bar ladyship shall know; and If aba
doesn't pack you off. bag and baggage
—Eh? What Is that?" And springing
forward, the woman pounced upon
something that lay on tbe sand.
CHAPTER XXVIII.
Tha Hesitation of tha Marquia.
The day of my lady'a riding party
dawned; in the east a tender llama
burned, and, vaniahing, left the
heavens an unbroken blue. Shoreward
tbe mists rolled up, until only in the
neighborhood of the forts did the
white, soft vapor linger. On the Mount
itself sunshine held away; It radiated
from the fortifications, "culraBs of ths
rock," and gleamed on tha church,
"tiara of its majesty." It wanned a
cold palace of marble; looked in at Its
windows, and threw bold shafts to
lighten dark nooks and cornera.
But my lady, mistress of the Mount,
seemed not to leel Its beneficent
touch; standing in the full glow and
looking from her casement she shiv-
ered a little. Already waa she
dressed, and ber habit of dark green,
fitting close, served to accentuate tbe
whiteness of her cheek which general
absence of color, in turn, made the
more manifest certain dark lines be-
neath the restless, bright eyes.
"Your Ladyship!" After knocking
in vain, Marie had entered the room
and aet down the small tray she car-
ried. "There 1b something your Lady-
ship ought to know!" with an air of
excitement
The Governor's daughter half
turned. "What now. Marie?" ahe aald
sharply.
"It s about Nanette!" My lady made
a quick movement of annoyance, im-
patience. "I did not tell your Lady-
Bhip, but I was averse to having ber
remain here. Your Ladyship does not
understand, of course, and—"
"I do understand." Bald my lady un-
expectedly. "And—you need not ex-
plain I overheard you talking with
her that night of the banquet!"
"Your Ladyship!" startled.
"And I heard you speak of her fa-
ther, Pierre Laroche. friend of the
Black Seigneur."
"And engaged her—after that!"
"Why not? I could watch—and I
Have! But you were wrong, Marie."
My lady's manner waa feverish. "Your
suspicions were ridiculous. There haa
been nothing—nothing! And day aft-
er tomorrow is the wedding celebra-
tion. and the next day, he, the Black
Seigneur—" She broke off abruptly.
Had Marie been less wrought up,
less excited, less concerned with the
information she had to impart, ahe
could not have failed to notice the odd
break in ber young mistress' voice;
something unusual, almost akin to de-
spair, in her manner. As it waa, that
which weighed on the old nurse's
mind precluded close observation of
the other.
"But something has happened, my
Lady!" the woman half stammered
"Comment!" The girl turned to bar
sharply. "What? Explain. Marie!
Disconnectedly, the woman launched
into a narration of the events of tha
night before; my lady listened cloaely,
with an Interest and excitement aha
strove to conceal, half turning so that
tbe other saw no longer her face.
"And here," ended Marfe, extending
a crumpled fragment of paper, ' la a
piece of the note she dropped on tha
beach. The man tore it up, but In
thrusting the bita of paper Into his
pocket this fell out. and, after he
walked away. I picked It up myself
from the sand. I can't read, aa your
Ladyship knows, and there iBn't much
on it—only a word or two! But it
may tell something."
My lady's face was no* composed;
tbe hand she extended, steady; for
several momenta she regarded tha
fragment.
• What doea it nay?" asked the wom-
an anxiously. "Ia It—Is It important?"
Her mistress did not at once an-
swer: twisting the bit of paper in her
fingers, stood as If in thought, and the
old nurse repeated her question.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Church Music.
Music has long been notoriously
provoker of discord. Once in my
news-hunting days I suffered the Ig-
nominy of a scoop on a choir rumpus^
and I thereupon formed the habit of
lending an anxious ear to rumors of
trouble in choir lofts. The average
ladder-like Te Deum. built up for the
display of the soprano's vocal prow-
ess. h.is always struck me as an un-
holy thing. 1 even believe that the
horrors of highly embellished offer-
tories have done much to tighten
pursestrlngs and deaden generoua 1m-
.uises. The presence behind the pul-
pit of a languid quartette praising God
on behalf of the bored sinners in the
pews has always seemed to me the
profanest of anomalies. Nor haa long
contemplation of vested choira In
Episcopal churches shaken my belief
that choir mualc should be an affair
of the congregation.—Meredith Nichol-
son. in the Atlantic.
Valua of Prayar.
"Grandma."
"Yea. Marjorie."
"You know I Juat believe a whole
lot In prayer."
"Why. I'm glad to hear It; that'a n
good little girl."
"Yea, I prayed the other day that
auntie wouldn't be cross with me far
breaking ber little band mirror."
"And waa she?"
"No. She thought It waa Uncle
John who broke It, and I didn't tel)
her any better."
Convenient Pall.
For the convenience of persons who
have small amounts of washing to do
at home there haa been Invented a
pail with a waanboard sliding la
grooves la oaa side.
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For tick headache, bad breath
Sour Stomach and
constipation.
Get a 10-cent box now.
No odda bow bad your liver, stomach
#r bowela; bow much your head
achea, bow miserable and uncomfort-
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—you alwaya get the desired results
with CaBcarets.
Don't let your atomach, liver and
bowela make you miserable. Taka
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headache, blllouaneas, dlczlneaa, nerv-
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backache and all othef dlatreas;
cletfefte your lnalde organs of all ths
bile, gases and constipated mattsr
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A 10-cent box meana health, happV
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No more days of gloom and dlatreas
If you will take a Cascaret now and
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aldea need a cleansing, too. Adv.
Sura of It.
"It waa a love marriage, that of
the young heiress with the forelga
nobleman. Sbe gave a wealth of affso-
tlon to him."
"Well, tbe wealth was all he was
after."
HER TROUBLES
BEGAN EARLY
Young Lady Relate* Her Experi-
ence, and Tells How She
Overcame TroaUe. Wtidi
Started at Fifteen.
Paulina, La.—"When I waa only II*
teen years old," says Miss Lizzie St.
Pierre, of this town, "I began suffer-
lag from womanly troubles. I bad all
kinds of pains, felt nervoua, dizzy and
weak, had headache, backache, and
with all that I had fever.
I commenced taking Cardul, tha
woman's tonic, and it made me per-
fectly well. Am only seventeen yeara
old now, but feel a whole lot younger.
Mama got so she couldn't sleefe
and always felt dizzy. She took Car-
dul treatment, and now ahe ia in per-
fect health.
If you think the publication of thia
letter will encourage other Buffering
ladies to try Cardul, you may print It.
I certainly feel thankful for what
Cardul haa done for my mother aad
me."
Thousands of women have written,
like Miaa St. Pierre, to tell of the bene-
ficial results they obtained by taking
this well-known woman's remedy. You
must believe that Cardul will help yoa.
because it hu helped bo many others.
Composed of purely vegetable, medi-
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strengthening action on the system.
Cardul* is a reliable remedy for young
and old, with absolutely no bad after-
effects. Try it, and you will find it of
benefit, whenever you need a tonic.
At the nearest drug store. -
If. B.—Writ* to- Chattanooga Medietas Ca.
Ladies' Advisory Dept.. Chattanoowk. Taa, im
itrmtim
'reatmc
Adv.
It is proposed to harness the Ohio
river near Louiaville to generate eleo-
trical power,
Liquid biue u a weak solution. Avoid
it. buy Bed Croaa Ball Blue, the blue that's
all blue. Adv.
A woman of tact smiles when
rival Is praised.
her
A COOD REMEDY
FOR THE GRIP.
COLD
The Wretchedness
of Constipation
Can quickly be overcome "
CARTER'S LITTLE
UVER PILLS.
Purely vegetable
—act surely at
gently on the
liver. Con
Biliousness,
Head-
ache,
Diasi-
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SMALL FILL, SMALL DOSS. SMALL PMCfc
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