Luther Register. (Luther, Okla.), Vol. 15, No. 10, Ed. 1 Tuesday, October 7, 1913 Page: 3 of 8
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LUTHER. OKLA. REGISTER
i^rRCDEmC S. ISMAM
AUTHOR or “THC STROLLEIMniWDne 77ft rox ’nc
ILLUSTRATIONS BY T*A/
COPYRIGHT 1900 BY THZ BO&DJtfftRtU. 0O.
romt^ssf Ellse. daughter of the govern-
or of the Mount. ha* chance encounter
with a peasant boy. The Mount." a small
rook-bound Island, stood In vast bay on
the northwestern coast of France, and
during the time of I<ouls XVI was a gov-
ernment stronghold. Develops that the
peasant boy was the son of Seigneur Do-
•aurac, nobleman. Young Desaurac deter-
mines to secure an education and become
a gentleman; see* the governor’s daugh-
ter depart for Paris Lady Ellse returns
after seven years’ schooling, and enter-
tains many nobles. Her Ladyship dances
with strange fisherman, and a call to
arms Is made In an effort to capture a
mysterious I.e 8"|gneur Nolr. He escapes.
Lady Ellse Is caught In the “Grand” tide.
The Black Seigneur rescue* and takes
her to his retreat. Ellse discovers that
her savior was the boy with the fish.
Ranches, the Seigneur’s servant. Is ar-
reated and brought before the governor.
Lady Ellse has Sanches set free. Seig-
neur and a priest at the “Cockles."
Outside, the wind, blowing sharper,
whistled about the eaves, beat at the
window and shook the blinds angrily;
far below, a steady monotone to those
other sounds, could be heard the rush
and breaking of the surf.
“Why did I cross myself that day
on the island, when I saw her—behind
you?” Sanchez’s taciturnity—the
reticence of years—suddenly burst Its
bonds. ‘‘Because she made me think
of the former lady of the Mount—the
Governor’s wife—who betrayed the
Seigneur, your father! I promised
him to keep the secret—he would
have it, for the sake of the lady; but
now—to you! Your father was
stabbed at the foot of the Mount by
“Stabbed! By him!”
“It was given out," sourly, “by
rogues—again to shield her!”
“That same day he had a letter—
from her. As evening fell he walked
near the Mount—was followed by the
Governor, who sprang, struck in the
back and left him for dead! I found
him and took him home. But before
he recovered, it was reported my lady
“I know not; a punishment, per-
haps! She was always delicate—or
liked to be considered such—a white-
faoed, pretty, smiling thing whose
beauty and treachery this other one.
the daughter, inherits. It was the
ghost of herself looking over your
shoulder that day on the island, with
the same bright, perfidious eyes—”
“Enough!” Angrily the Black Seig-
neur brought down his hand. “I will
hear no morel”
“Because she has caught your
fancy! Because you—”
“No more, I say! Think you I
would not avenge your wrongs at
once, were it possible? That I would
not strike for you, on the instant? But
now? My hands are tied. Another
one who has not tasted food for many
hours. The other, for his part, showed
no Immediate desire to disturb that
occupation; for some time waited; and
It was not until the servant stopped,
reached out his arm for a glass, to
drink, that the young man again
“The palace? The plan of the
Mount? Did you notice? Tell me
something of It—how It is laid out—“
Sanchez swallowed; set down the
glass hard. “Yes, yes! I saw much
—a great deal!” he answered with
eager zest. “Oh, I kept my eyes open,
although I seemed not to, and was
mindful of learning all I could!”
“Here!” From his pocket the young
man took a note-bodk; pencil. “Set it
down; everything! 1 know something,
already, from the old monks—the
rough diagrams in their hooks You
entered where? Take the pencil
The minutes passed and still San-
chez traced; seemed almost to forget
his injuries In his interest in the la-
bor. Plan after plan was made; torn
up; one finally remained in the hand
of the Black Seigneur.
“You think—” Anxiously the serv-
ant watched his master’s face; but the
latter, straight, erect, with keen eyes
fixed, did not answer.
“You think—” again began the man
when the ancient time-piece, beating
harshly the hour. Interrupted
“Eleven o’clock! High tide!” The
Black Seigneur pushed back his chair
“Good!” Sanchez’s alacrity Indi-
cated a quick comprehension of what
the movement portended.
“You—had better remain here!”
"Me?” said the servant with a harsh
“Have you not had enough of mty
family—my service?” the young Seig-
neur demanded bitterly.
"Bah!” muttered the other. “The
dog that’s beaten springs at the
chance to bite! You go to rescue
your comrades. I—will go with you!”
“In which case, feath—not ven-
geance—will most likely be your re-
“I care not!” stubbornly.
A moment the Black Seigneur re-
garded him; then made a gesture.
“Well, have your way!” He lis-
tened. "The wind Is In the west.”
“A little south of west," answered
rough night for your boat to
“Oh, I was bound to come! And
if you hadn’t been here. I’d have gone
on, on—till I found you—”
The hand of the young man touched
the other’s shoulder. “Come!” he
said, and threw open the door.
“No More, I Sayl"
matter—of life, or death—presses
Sanchez looked at him quickly; said
no more; between them, the silence
grew. The servant was the first to
move; turning to the table, he began
to eat; at first mechanically; after-
ward faster, with the ravenous west of
“You are going In the storm?” The
girl, Nanette, intercepted them.
The Black Seigneur nodded shortly.
“It must he an Important mission to
take you to sea on such a night. Why
don’t you stay where It’s warm and
comfortable? Or,” with a laugh, “at
least until Monsieur Gabarle,” Indi-
cating the corpulent figure Intrenched
behind a barricade of dishes and bot-
tles on a small table near the fire,
“has finished the little puppet play he
“It Is finished!” As he spoke, the
poet rose. “I had but written ‘curtain’
when you spoke. Your wine, fair Na-
nette. hath a rarely Inspiring quality!”
“Oh, 1 care not for your compli-
ments!” she returned. “Your capt-
taine,” again studying the Black Seig-
neur with dark sedulous eyes, “has
not found it so much to his liking!
He has neither asked for more, nor
drunk what he ordered; and now
would venture out—”
Unmindful of her words the young
man called to old Pierre.
"Well,” she went on. throwing back
her head. “If you lose your ship, come
to me, and—I'll see you have an-
Above in his chamber at the Inn,
not long thereafter, the priest, looking
out of the window, saw a line of men
file down the narrow stairs; embark
In the small boats from the sheltered
nook where they lay, and later. In the
light of the moon, breaking from be-
tween scudding clouds and angry va-
pors, a ship that got under way—
glided like a phantom craft from the
heaven and set seaward through the
From far and near the peasants and
the people of the towns and villages.
Joined In the customary annual de-
scent upon—or ascent to—the Mount.
None was too poor, few too miserable,
to undertake the Journey. A pilgrim
age, was the occasion called; but al-
though certain religious ceremonies
were duly observed and entered into
by some with fanatical warmth, many
there were, who. obliged to pay tithes,
nourished the onerous recollection of
the enforced "ecclesiastical tenth” to
the exclusion of any great desire to
avail themselves of the compensating
privilege of beholding and bowing be-
fore the sacred relics. To these recal-
citrant spirits, license and a rough
sort of merrymaking became the or-
der of the hour.
Early in the morning the multitude
began to arrive—In every manner of
dilapidated vehicle, astride starved-
iooking donkeys and bony horses, or
on foot. Many who had camped out
the night before, by wayside or in
forest, brought with them certain
scanty provisions and a kitchen pot
In which to boll thin soup, or some
poor makeshift mess; others came
empty-handed, “pilgrims” out at the
elbow and shoeless, trusting to fortune
for their sustenance, and looking cap-
able even of having poached in ono of
the wide forests they had traversed,
despite a penalty, severe and dispro-
portionate to the offense, for laytng
hand on any lord’s wild birds or rab-
Savage men; sodden men—good,
bad and indifferent! Like ants throng-
ing about the hill, they straightway
streamed to the Mount; took posses-
sion of It, or as much as lay open to
them; for around the top, chosen
abode of the Governor, extended a
wall; grim, dark and ominous; brist-
ling with holes which seemed to look
blackly down; to watch, to listen and
to frown. Without that pretentious
line of encircling masonry, the usual
din, accompaniment to the day and
the presence of so many people, pre-
vailed; within, reigned silence, a sol-
emn hush, unbroken by even a senti-
“I shall be glad when It’s all over!”
Standing at the window of her cham-
ber the Lady Ellse had passed in
dressing to look out upon the throng
—a thousand dots upon the sand, dark
moving masses in the narrow by-
ways, and motionless ones near the
“Oh, my Lady!" Her companion,
and former nurse, a woman about
fifty years of age, ventured this mild
“There, Marie! You can go!”
“Yes. your Ladyship—”
“One moment!” The slender figure
turned. “This fastening—”
In an instant the woman was by her
“Have you heard anything more
about the prisoners. Marie?" abrupt-
ly. “Those who were tried, I mean?”
“Nothing—only Beppo said they are
to be hanged day after tomorrow—
when the pilgrimage is over.”
“Day after tomorrow!” The brown
eyes looked hard and bright; the
small white teeth pressed her lip.
“And the man my fa—the Governor
had—whipped from the Mount—you
have heard nothing more of him—
where he has gone?”
“No, my Lady; he seems to have
disappeared completely; fled this coun-
try, perhaps, for those islands where
so many like him,” half bitterly, “have
The girl looked up In a preoccupied
manner. “Poor Marie! Your only sis-
ter died there, didn’t she?"
“Yes, my Lady; I never saw her
after she left France with her bus-
band and baby girl. He was an un-
patriotic fellow—Pierre Laroche!”
“No doubt,” said the Governor’s
daughter absently, as the other pre-
pared to leave the room.
Alone, the girl remained for several
moments motionless before the great
Venetian mirror; then mechanically,
hardly looking at the reflection the
glass threw back at her; she finished
her toilet. This task accomplished,
still she stood with brows closely
drawn; afar the flute-like voices of
the choir-boys arose from different
parts of the Mount, but she did not
seem to hear them; made a sudden
quick gesture and walked ttrward the
door in the manner of one who has
arrived at some resolution.
Passing down a corridor, she
reached an arched opening whose mas-
live door swung easily to her toueb.
and let herself out by s private way.
which had once been the ancient ab
bot's way. to an Isolated corner of a
small secluded platform. From this
point a stairway led up to a passage
spanning a great gulf Below and
aside, where the red tiled houses clung
to the steep slope of the rock, flut- .
tered many flags; yet the girl did not j
pause either to contemplate or ad-
mire. Only when her glance passed
seaward and rested on the far-away
ocean’s rim of light, did she stop for
an Instant—mid way on the bridge—
then, compressing her lips, moved on
the faster; down the incline on the
other side; up winding stairs between
giant columns, reaching, at length,
that bright and grateful opening, the
cloister. With an unvarying air of
resolution she stepped forward;
looked In; the place was empty—si-
lent save for the tinkling of the tiny
fountain In the center.
“Are you looking for some one, my
The voice was that of Beppo, who
was regarding her from an angle in
the cloister walk.
"I am looking for his Excellency. I
suppose he is—“
“In the apartments of state, my
I^ady. But—” The girl frowned.
"But, but!" she said. “But what?”
“His Excellency has left word—he
was expecting a minister from Paris
—that no one else was to be admitted; (
the matter was so Important that he
wished no Interruptions.”
She had already turned, however;
to continue, “after what the tu*a San-
chez thought—suspected about ma,
what he said that day at the Mount,
after w hat he, the Black Seigneur, did
for me”—the Governor started—“that
you. If you care for me at all,” he
looked at her strangely, “at least,
“As I told you the other day," his
accents were cold,.“why concern your-
self about outlaws and peasants clam-
oring for rights!’"
“But it is ray concern,” she said pas-
“Neither yours nor mine," he an-
swered in the same tone. “Only the
“The law’s!” she returned. "You are
“Its servant!” he corrected.
"But—you could spare their lives!
You could deal with them more merci-
“The law Is explicit. In the King
alone rests the power to—”
"The King! But before word could
’’Exactly!” As he spoke, the Gov-
ernor rose “And now—”
“You will not hear me?"
"If there Is anything else—”
Her figure straightened. “Why do
you hate him so?’’ she asked passion-
ately. “You have hastened their trial,
and would carry out the sentence be-
fore there is time for Justice. And the
man whom that day you ordered
whipped from the Mount—after let-
ting me think him safe! After all that
his master did for me! Why was he
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The Governor Himself Appeared.
moved on past him without answer.
At the inner entrance to the “little
castle” or chatelet, which presently
she reached, the girl stopped Here,
without, in the shadow of two huge
cylindrical towers, that crowned the
feudal gate-house, a numbet of sol-
diers, seated on the steps, clinked
their swords and talked; within, be-
neath the high-vaulted dome of the
guard room lolled the commandant
and several officers on a bench before
a large window. Immediately on her
appearance they rose, but, merely
bowing stiffly, she started toward a
portal on the left. Whereupon the
commandant started forward, defer
entially would have spoken—stopped
her, when at the same moment, the
door she was approaching opened, and
the governor himself appeared. At
the sight of her he started; a shade of
annoyance crossed his thin features,
then almost immediately vanished;
his cold eyes met hers expectantly.
“I have been told you were very
busy, yet I must see you; It Is very
A fraction of a moment he seemed
to hesitate; then with an absent air:
“Certainly, I was very busy; never-
theless—” he stepped aside; permit-
ted her to pass, and softly closed the
door. With the same preoccupied air
he walked to his table before one of
the large fireplaces whose pyramidal
| canopies merged into the ribs of the
vaulting of a noble chamber, and,
seating himself In a cushioned chair,
looked down at a few embers.
”1 came,” standing, with her fingers
straight and stiff on the cold marble
edge of the table, the girl began to
speak hurriedly, constrainedly, “I
wanted to see you—about the prison-
He did not answer. Gently stroking
his wrist, as if the dampness from
some subterranean place had got into
It, he evinced no sign he had heard;
and this apathy and his apparent dis-
regard of her awoke more strongly
the feeling she had experienced 30
often since that day in tho cloister,
when he had promised to set free the
servant of the Black Seigneur; had
kept hla word. Indeed, but—
“Can’t you see,” she forced herself
lashed? Because of him he served or
of the old Seigneur before that? I
heard you ask about him—of his hav-
ing gone to America? Why did you
care" about that?”
“You seem to have listened to a
"And why did he go to America?”
she went on, unheeding. “Did you hate
him, too? What for?"
"If you have nothing else to talk
about—” He glanced at the door.
“And the lands!" she said. "They
were his; now they are yours—”
“Unjustly, perhaps you think.”
(TO liE CONTINUED.)
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"Old man Jones has Just gone up.”
“What? Not in business?”
“No; m the elevator.”
Cause and Effect.
“Eggs are rising.”
"Strange, when the hens are aetr
“How on earth do you start to gain
a standing in society?”
“By first getting a footing.”
“How many ounces are there In s
pound?” asked the teacher.
“Well,” replied the boy who listen!
attentively, "ma saya It depends on
where you deal.’’
Their First Tiff.
“I’m aorry I over married you!"
shrieked the bride, on the occasion of
their first quarrel.
"You ought to be!” retorted the
groom, really angry and bitter for the
first time. “You heat some nice girl
out of a good husband.”
All to the Good.
Over a cigarette and an Iced drink
at the Knlckerbock club In New
York a certain clubman said to a
friend the other day:
“Well, where did you spend the
“Bad Nauheim,” was the reply.
“Naughty Newport,” he answered.
Why He Laughed.
Mayor Shank of Indianapolis said te
a woman interviewer the other day:
It’s you women who must fight the
i economic battles of the future. The
men are so busy earning the money
that they have no time to give to the
campaign for cheaper living. This
must be a woman's campaign, and
woman will fight It best with the bal-
lot. That’s why, when I hear men
laugh at the thought of woman’s suf-
frage struggle. I’m disgusted and
ashamed Such laughter seems as In-
opportune as Smith’s. Smith, you
know, laughed loud and long on the
way home from his wife’s funeral.”
A Tower of Skulls.
In 1809 the Turks defeated the Ser- |
vlans at Nish, and In memory of the j
victory built a tower of stone and
Servian skulls. At one time visitors |
and tourists used to carry away skulls I
as souvenlrV and not so many years ,
ago the heads were still to be seen
embedded In the walls. When Nish j
became Servian, however, as many ,
skulls as could be extracted were giv-
en Christian burial. A few still re-
mained, too firmly held by the plas- |
ter, and of these two, in a glass case,
are shown at the memorial church j
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