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The Lady i \wromaii'a name she had not Inquired, f but could find out later; that would Mount I B y F R E D E R I C S . I S H A M A u th o r o f “The Strollers\ V “Under The Rose’ Ulustnitloni br . W^TER! Copyrlcbt. 190<. by Tb« Bobbt-MerriU Cow (•panuijuoo) “Ban you with bell, book and can­ dle! Ypur tongue is too sharp, my girl!” he.snarled, but did-not linger long, finding the flashing glance,^ the contemptuous mien, or the truth of her words, little to h is. liking. That he profited not by the last, however, iV^’as soon evident, as with amulets and talismans for a bargain, again ha moved among the crowd, conjuring by a lull calendar of saints, real and imaginary, and professing .to excom­ m u n icate, in an execrable confusion ' of monkish gibberish, where the peo­ ple could not, or would not comply with his demands. ^.^^^Bo.they are—poor enough!” Lean­ ing oh a stick, an aged fishwife who had drawn near and overheard' part of dialogue between the thrifty rogue imd the girl, now shook her withered head. \Yet still to be cozened! Never too poor to be cozened!” she repeated |n shrill falsetto tones. \And why,” sharply my lady turned to the crone, “why are they so poor? |The lands are rich—the soli fertile.” ■ \Why?” more shrilly. “You must come from some far-off place not to know. - Why? Don't you, also, have to pay metayage to some great lord? And banalite here; and hanalite there, until—” ■ \But surely, if you applied to your great lord, your Governor; if you told him—” “If we told him!” Brokenly the woman laughed. “Yes; yes; of course; If—” “I don’t understand,” said the Gov­ ernor’s daughter coldly. Muttering and chuckling, the wom­ an did not seem to hear; had started to hobble on, when abruptly the girl stopped her. ■ “Where do you live?” \There!” A claw-like finger point­ ed. “On the old Seigneur’s lands—a -little distance from the woods—” “The old Seigneur? You knew him?” “Knew him! Who better?\ The Whitened head wagged. \And the Black Seigneur? W asn’t he le^t, as a child. with me, when the old Seigneur went 5. “didn’t \But I thought— heard that he, the Seigi to America? And,” pursing her thin 3 as one of my own?” lips, “d I care for him, and bring him the woods.3^” , creature, s he lived \was after. After the years With us and shared our all! Not that We begrudged—no, no! Nor he! For once when I sent word, pleading our need, that we were starving, he for­ gave—I mean, remembered, me—all I had done and,” in a wheedling voice, \sent money—^money —\ \He did?” Swiftly the girl reached for her own purse, only to discover she had forgotten to bring one. “But of course,” in a tone of disappoint­ ment at her oversight, “he couldn’t very well forget or desert one who so generously befriended him.” r J'There are those now among his friends he must needs desert,” the jcrone cackled, wagging her head. A shadow crossed the girl’s brow. ■•‘Must needs?” sbe repeated. \Aye forsooth! His comrades—ta­ ken prisoners near the island of .Casque? His Excellency will hang them till they’re dead—dead, like jjome I’ve seen dangling from the t)ranches in the wp'^d. He, the Black :Seigneur, may wish to save them; but What can he do?” i “W^hat, indeed?” The girl regarded •the Mount almost bitterly. “It is im­ pregnable.” \Way there!” At that moment, a 4eep, strong voice from a little group e t people, moving toward them, inter- pupted. CHAPTER XVI, from his purpose, he, strolling-player well as charlatan, pointed to the not be difficult, she felt sure. Soon, with no definite thought of where she was going, she began to re­ trace her steps, no longer experienc­ ing that earlier over-sensitive percep­ tion for details, but seeing the picture as a whole—a vague impression of faces; In the background, the Mount— its golden saint ever threatening to strike!—until she drew closer; when abruptly the uplifted blade, a domi­ nant note, above color and movement, vanished, and she looked about to find herself in the shadow of one of the rock’s bulwarks. Near by, a scat­ tering approach of pilgrims from the sands narrowed into a compact stream directed toward a lower gate, and, re­ membering her experience above, she would have avoided the general cur­ rent; but no choice remained. At the portals she was Jostled sharply; no respecters of persons, these men made her once more feel what it was to be one of the great commonalty; an atom In the rank and file! At length reach­ ing the tower's little square, many of them stopped, and she was suffered to escape—to. the stone steps swinging sharply upward. She had not gone far, however, when looking down, she was held by a spectacle not without novelty to her.. In the shadow of the Tower of the King stood the mountebank she had seen but a short time before on the sands. Now facing the people before his little show-house, which he had set up in a convenient corner, he was calling attention to the entertainment he proposed giving, by a loud beating on a drum. Rub-a-dub-dub! \Don't crowd top close!” Rub-a-dub-dub I \Keep order and you will see—” “Some trumpery miracle mystery!” called out a jeering voice. “Or the martyrdom of some saint!\ cried another. \I don’t know anything about any saint,” answered the man, \unless rub-a-dub-dub!—“you mean my lord's lady!” And truly the piece, as they were to discover, was quite barren of that antique religious flavdr to which they * objected and which still pervaded some one threw and which struck his little theater—the half-closed, dull eyes met hers; passed, without sign or expression!—and she gave a nerv­ ous little laugh. What a fancy! “Act second!” the tinkling of a bell prefaced the announcement, and once more was the curtain drawn, this time revealing, a marsh and the bad peasant at work, reluctantly beating the water to the Song of the Stick. \Beat! beat! At his loudship's command;’ For if there’s a croak, For you’ll be the stroke. From no gentle hand.” A merry little tune, it threaded the act; it was soon interrupted, however, during a scene where a comical-look­ ing devil on a broomstick, useful both for transportation and persuasion, came for something which he called the peasant’s soul. Again the bad peasant protested; would cheat even the devil of his d.ue, but his sataniC Majesty would not be set aside. \You may yob yoqr master,” he said, In effect; “defraud him of baiiallte, bardage and those other few taxes necessary to his' dignity and position;’ but you can’t defraud Me!” Where­ upon h© proceeded to wrest what he —and the aid of the broomstick!—ac­ companying the rat-a-tat with a well- rhymed homily on what would certain­ ly happen to every, peasant who sought to deprive his lord of feudal rights. At this point a growing rest­ iveness on the part of the audience found resentful expression. “That for your devil’s stick!” “To the devil with the devil!” “Down with the devil!” The cry, once started, was not es to stop; men in liquor and rii>e mischief repeated it; in vain 3 for mountebank pleaded: \My poor dolls! My poor theater!\ Unceremoniously they tumbled it and him over; a few, who' had seen nothing out of the or­ dinary in the little play took his part; words were exchanged for blows, with many fighting for the sake of fighting, when Into the center of this, the real stage, appeared soldiers. \What does it mean?” Impressive I gold adornment and conscious au- lority, the commandant himself came down the steps. “Who dares make riot on a day consecrated to the holy relics? But you shall pay!” as the soldiers separated the belligerents. “Take those men into custody and— who is this fellow?” turning to the mountebank, a. mournful figure above pause, \and sieur?\ returnin]g isihle fate, .“this many of the puppet plays of the day. The Petit Masque of the Wicked Peas­ ant and the Good Noble^ it was called; and odd designation that at once inter­ ested the Lady Elise, bending over the stone balustrade the better to see. It interested, also, those official guardi­ ans of the peace, a number of soldiers and a few officers from the garrison standing near, who unmindful of the girl, divided their attention between the pasteboard center of interest and. the people gathered around it. Circumspectly the little play opened; a scene in which, my lord, in a waistcoat somewhat frayed for one of his'' station, commands the lazy peas- | ant to heat the marsh with a stick that the croaking of the frogs may not disturb at night the rest of his noble spouse, seemed designed principally to show that obedience, submission and unquestioning fealty were the great lord’s due. O n .the one hand, was the patrician born to rule; on the other, the peasant, to serve; and no i w gjgij task, however onerous, but should be ; fanjjjn- gladly welcomed in behalf of the m a s -' ter, or his equally illustrious lady. The dialogue, showing the disinclination of the had peasant for this simple em­ ployment and the good lord’s noble so­ licitude for the nerves of his high­ born spouse, was both nimble and wit­ ty' especially those bits punctuated by a can«, and th#* »e®t!ment: \Thus all bad peasants. d«B«rve to fare!” and culminating in an excellent climax to j the lesson—a t a t t w cm the peasant's anoru a connaent, gate, which had open__ _ ----- head that sent Mm simultaneously, 1 ^'ou'’’ b e cped stern- pyoach, and now closed quickly the wreckage of his theater and poor puppets scattered, haphazard, .like vic­ tims of some untoward disaster. “It was his play that started the troubie,” said one of the officers. \DiaWe!” the commandant frowned. \What have you to say for yourself?” “I,”' began the mountebank, “I—” he repeated, when courage and words alike seemed to fall him. The commandant made a gesture. \Up with him! To the top of the Mount !^’ ‘ \No no!” At once the fellow's Tofce came' back to him. “Don't take me' there, into- the terrible Mount! Don’’e lock me up!” \Don't lock him up!” repeated some one- in the crowd, moved apparently ;ht of Ms d istress. “It wasn’t j \No\: iti wa-sn’t Ms fault!” said oth­ ers. \Eh'?”' WBeellng sharply, the com­ mandant gajaed'; a t the lowering faces that dared' question Ms authority; tiien at his- o-wn soldiera. On the beach, he- might not. have felt so se- nificant jog on the other's shoulders. Whereupon the mountebank quick­ ened his footsteps, once more ceased his questioning. It was the soldier who had not yet spoken, but who had been pondering a good deal on the way up, who next broke the silence. “How did it end, Monsieur Mounte­ bank?—^the scene with the devil, I The man who had begun to breathe hard, as one not accustomed to climb­ ing, or wearied by a long pilgrimage to the Mount, at the question ven- front, darkened by time, made It seem almost a part of the granite itself, al­ though the roof, partly demolished and restored, imparted to it an anom­ alous distinctness, the bright new tile prominent as patches on some dilapi­ dated g£^rment. In jits doorway, be­ neath a monkish inscription, well-nigh obliterated, stood a dwarf, of hunch­ back, who, jingling a bunch of great keys, ill-humoredly regarded the ap­ proaching trio. “What now?\ the death of the peas chorus of frogs,\ he answered. The little man's wel­ come, as mountebank and soldiers tured to stop and rest, with a hand on ^ came within earshot, was not reassur- the granite balustrade of the little ing. ^ign-t enough to make prison- ley had just reached. ‘ In ^j.g of all the scamps in Christendom if the peasant, and a comic without taking vagabond players into custody?” “Orders, good Jacques!” said one of . . X,- soldiers in a conciliatory tone. “It is,” the mountebank said, at the .<The commandant’s!” same time studying, from where he ..The commandant!” grumbled the stqod, different parts of the Mount grotesque fellow. \It Is all very well,” with cautious, sidelong looks; but my jjjjjjjtohing: “ ‘Turn them over to Jacques. He’ll find room. If this \Well well!” said the other not un-1 keeps on, we’ll soon have to make kindly. You can mend them when you get out.” platform they had ju st reached. oga,‘ \A comic chorus!” said the soldier. \That must he very amusing.”. “ ‘When!’ If I only knew when that j ettes.” j cages of confessionals, or turn the j wine-butts in the old cellar into ouhll would be! What if I should have to “If any of our ancient flavor lingers the soldier who had first spoken, \ y o u ' make S ’^trouble^^ won’t be buried alive for some time | ..Qh, i suppose we’ll have to take at least!” h, I suppose we’ll have to take of him!” muttered the dwarf. “In to come, \Pardon!” muttered the mouhte-, thieves’ inn there’s always room ■TOP , p a 1 “i r r ; -dozen hills, and if you’re holding hack aceomnanied thes^ words, the mounte- re holding hack accompanied these words, for a chance to escai>e— “No, no!” protested the man. ‘T had no thought—do I not know that If I tried, your sword—” “Quite right. I’d—” \There there' dier, a big, good low. \He’s harmless .enough, £nd,” once more they moved on, head. Let me The second verse, I mean—” :ood-natured appearing fe h, a a. “that tun( of yours. Monsieur Mountebank,” ab­ ruptly; \it runs in my see—how does It go Mid piar'sh- tnuck and mire, if any note Escapes a frog’s throat (ware m y lord’s Ire!” “Yes; that’s the one. Not bad!” humming— \For if any note Escapes a frog's throat Beawre my lord’s Ire!” \Are the verses your own?” “Oh, no! I’m only £ b poor player,” said the mountebank hum'bly. “But an honest one,” he added after a \ this thieves’ in’ii, Mon- n to the subje-Gt of his pessihle fate, . auberge dies' vo- leurs—that sounds like a bafii place for an honest lodging.” “It was once under the old' mon-ks, who were very merry fellows; ta t since the Governor had it restoredl,. it has become a sober and quiet place*. It is true there are iron bars insteadl of blinds, and you can’t come and go». as they used to, but—” \Is that it—up there?” And the' mountebank pointed toward a ledge of:’ rock, with strong flanking buttresses;, outjutting beneath a mysterious-loofe- ing wall and poised over a sparsely- wooded bit of the lower Mount. “The- gray stone building you can just see- above the ramparts, and that opening: le-' in the cliff to the right, with somi thing running down—that looks like- planking—” “Oh, that is for the wheel—” \The wheel?” “The great wheel of the Mount 1 Iti was built in the time of the monks, cure, but’ here, where twenty, we®- and was used for—” armed, could defend a pass and n. \Hol'd your tongue!” said the other mob batter their heads fn vain against' soldier, and the trio entered the great walls, he could: well afford a confident, gate, which had opened a t their T h e M o u n tebank and th e People. I In the center walked a man, dressed fi8 a mountebank, who bent forward, laden with various properties—a hag ^hat contained a miscellany of spuri­ ous medicines and drugs, to be sold stant^ and various dolls for a .11 puppet theater he carried on his |. 'it -w'as not for the Governor’s iter, or the old woman, however, '^all had been intended. “Way fee!” he repeated to those In front ^U t they, yet seeking to detain, Sled out: “Give the piece here!” person not lightly turned \ ng-i ■ id t Mount, and, unceremoniously thrust­ ing one person to this side and anoth­ er to that, stubbornly pushed on. As long as they were in sight the girl watched, but when with shouts and laughter they had vanished, swal­ lowed by- the shifting host, once more she turned to the crone. That per­ son, however, had walked on toward the shore, and Indecisively the Gov­ ernor’s daughter gaz«4 after. The and felicitously, do.wm with the cur­ tain. “What think you of It?\ At my lady’s elhyw one of the officers turned to a companion. \Amusing but —\ And his glance turned dubiously toward the people. ly and gave the mountebank temptuous thrust. For the-first time- the man’s; apathy seemed to desert him; Ms arm shot back like-lightning, b u t almost at once fell to his side; -wMTe’ ans expression, apologetically abject, as If to atone forj be- eon- jiind them. For the first time in that isolated domain of the dreaded Governor, the mountebank appeared momentarily to forget his fears and gazed with inter­ est around him. On every side new and varying details unfolded to the C e r tainly th e y did n o t now sh o w prop- fierce im p u ls^, o v e r - structures that from belOW were appreciation either for the literary a \ ie n « “S T f le“ And srits of the little piece or the pre- I J \ f ceeded hurriedly to gather up tl mains of his theater and dolls, willing to go.” cepts it promulgated • in fairly sound­ ing verse. “The mountebank!” From the crowd a number of discontented voices rose. '‘Come out, Monsieur Mountebank!” \Yes Monsieur Mountebank, come out; come outt” With fast-h'eati'ng. heart the Lady Elise gazed; as; in- a dream had she listened—not to the lines of the pup­ pet play; but to. a voice—strangely fa­ miliar, yet different—^ironical; scoff­ ing; laughing! She drew her breath quickly; once more studied the head, in its white, close-fitting clown’s cov­ ering; the heavy, painted face, with red, gaping mouth. Then, the next moment, as he bowed himself back— \Oh f ’li go,\ ‘T m CHAPTER; XVif, etched against the sky in filmy lines, here resolved themselves into vast, solid, but harmonious masses. Those ribbons of color that had seemed to fall from the wooing sky, to adorn these heights, proved, indeed, fallacious; more somber effects, the black touches of age, confronted the The Mountebank a.rrd the Huttchback,| ^ everywhere, save on one favored Up the Mount shambling steft. J ^ head down-bent and the same stupid architectural addition whose intricate apparently \Down W ith th e D evil I\ unmindful o£ a missile expression on his- face, the mounte­ bank went doeireiy* though not silent­ ly. To one of the- soldiers at his sidle carvings and beautiful roses of stone invited-and caught the warmer rays he spoke often,, voicing that dull ap­ prehension he- had manifested -when: first ordered tnto custody. “Do you think they’ll put me in a dungeon ?” “Dungeon,, indeed!” the man an­ swered not iir-natured!y. “For such as you! NO-,, no! They’ll keep the oubliettes,, calottes, and ail the dark holes for i>eople of consequence—trait­ ors, or your fine gentry consigned by lettres de cachet.” \ThetD what do you think they will do with! me?” \Wait and find out!” returned the soldier roughly, and the mountebank spoke no more for some time; held his head lower, until, regarding him, hia guardian must needs laugh. “Here’s a craven-hearted fellow! Well, if you really want to know. they’ll p r o b a b ir iolk you up for the B^im foundations of the lofty night With the rest of rag-tag,” Indi- structure on one hand and the mus- __ sive masonry ramparts on w h o se little balcony held- real and flowers, bright spots of pink dang- from , or nestling at, the window’s “Yonder looks like som e grand, lady’s bower,” as he followed his capr to rs p a s t this m o re attractiv e edifice,, th e m o u n tebank ventured to ohsenve;. “Now, perhaps, lives th e re—” “H a rk you, m y friend,” one o f t h e soldiers bruskly interrupted; \a piece of advice. His Excellency lik e s ao t babblers, n e ither does he countenance gossip; and If you’d fare weUv keep, your tongue to yourself!” “I’ll—^I’ll try to rem e m b er;”' safd the m o u n tebank docilely, h u t as- h© spoke, looked back tow ard the balcony; a t th e gleam ing reflection fuH' o n i ts win­ dows; then a tu rn in the -way cu t off th e pleasing prospect, and only th e grim foundations of t h e lofty, heavier sive masonry ramparts on the other teted the eye. some distance they continued along the narrow way, the mounts- Foi long distance ahead, \In the cellar, or al­ m o n ry, or auberge des voleurs; and in the morning, if you’re lucky and th e . - , „ Governor has tim e to attend to su c h . b a n k bending low er under his load as you, it m ay be you’ll escape w ith a and observing the injunction put upon few stripes and a w a rning.” him , until th e path, broadening, led \The auberge des voleurs!—the them abruptly on to a platform w h e re thieves’ i n n ! ” said the m an. \W h a t a stone house of ancient construction Is that?\ I barred th e ir fu r th e r progress. B u t \B ah! You w a n t to know too m u ch! two stories in height, this buildii If now your legs only moved as fast an alien edifice am id loftier as your toni com p leted tl U . U U1 LJ L □ □ d ' d [ rrSni^ H r “Oh, I Suppose W e’ll Have to' T a k e C are of Him !” bank, who had- been eyeing his- pro' spective host not without visible signs of misgiving, reluctantly entered. didid so,o, hee lookedool back; B u t as he d s h l tow ard the soldier who had displayed; half-friendly in terest in th e play. “If you care to know m o re about th e piece—” he began, when the m aledic­ tions and abuse of the m isshapen keeper put a stop to fu r th e r conver­ sation and sent th e m o u n tebank post­ haste into th e darkness of the cavern- ISke hall intersecting th e ground floor. (To Be Continued.) l*ort Jervis W o n B a ll Game. The F o r t Jervis baseball team journeyed to M ilford on Thursday af­ ternoon and played a gam e w ith the M ilford nine. 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