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OXFORD PUBLIC LEDGER, FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 1. 1907.
The Csile
Comedy
By THOMPSON BUCHANAN
Copyright, 1904, by Harper & Brothers
(Continued from last week.)
A girl muffled in a cape, with the
bood drawn over her face, slipped
jvnekly into the room. Astonished,
Pierre started back. Dubarre put his
finger to his lips.
"Until tomorrow night," he muttered
to Pierre, and. bowing, the man slip
ped from the room.
Dubarre closed ,the door after him
and turned to face his visitor.
CHAPTER VII.
XTIT" tomorrow night?" The
girl repeated it as a question.
Then with a quick flirt she
threw the shrouding hood
aside, and May Percy stood before him.
A drizzling rain was falling without,
and somehow a dozen drops or so had
stolen under her hood to sparkle amid
the black hair like diamonds. Her
checks were red from hurrying. Her
eyes, big. eager, questioning, .sought
bis.
Dubarre drew a long breath. "Yes,"
he paid.
May Percy gave a quick, relieved
lau;:!:. "Why. I need not have hurried
so. You did not speak to me, so. I
C2::":e to tell you goodby."
She extended her hand. After a
Scant moment he dropped it, as some
thing not to be safely held.
'Mademoiselle knew I was going?"
he aked.
"Yes. Captain Thorncliffe told me."
Dubarre frowned. "The captain! I
asked him not to tell."
"So be said. You were to leave early
In the morning, and what a shame it
was none of us would get to tell jrou
goodby after you had been so kind.
He was coming tonight, he thought,
and I decided I would, too, because I
was afraid I might not wake up in
time and you woidd be gone."
She had rushed through it all in a
breath, for Dubarre was still frown
ing. Now he bowed to her ceremo
niously. 'Mademoiselle is very kind, but also
very imprudent. Did mademoisfelia
bring her maid along?"
At that Mistress Percy's face showed
only startled, innocent surprise.
"No. Why should I? I was not
afr::iu. Besides" She hesitated.
"Resides?" he asked.
did not want them to know," she
blurted out impulsively.
"Want whom to know?"
! "My father and Sir John."
".Sir John is mademoiselle's affianced
fcusband," suggested the dancing mas
ter, with just a shade of reproof in his
speech.
Blazing with sudden, splendid anger,
Mistress Percy turned on him. "That
floes not entitle him to hold authority
over me. I am not yet cramped with
fn a wedding ring, thank heaven!"
"Mademoiselle!" His tone was whol
ly reproving now. but that served only
to enrage her the more.
"Oh. you needn't take his part. I
believe all you men are alike. I hate
you all. I'm sure I do." And, whirl
ing away from him, she stood drum
ming her fingers on the table. Dubarre
shook his head despairingly. When he
spoke it was in a suave, soothing tone.
"Mademoiselle is excited. May I get
a. glass of water for mademoiselle?"
May Percy turned back impatiently.
"Xow, don't take that tone. You'll be
Then witli a quick flirt she threxv the
shrouding hood aside.
like my father next. I say some one
has been kind to me, and I will see
him to say goodby and thank him, and
then, forsooth. Sir John" she paused,
then went on with sneering contempt
"the righteous, proper Sir John, who
has lost half a fortune at cards and
fought once about a girl, must throw
up his hands in holy horror and my
father grow sarcastic and suggest that
I go over tonight to pay a formal visit
to express my thanks in person for a
paid service. Oh, I despise you men!"
She was miserably angry, but of a
sudden her old April self predominated.
An arch smile broke through the clouds
on her face, and a gay laugh at some
.ew thought swept away all trace of
gloom.
"Do you really suppose, monsieur, my
father meant that seriously? Am I
not a dutiful daughter?". She stopped,
struggling to contain her laughter.
u
At bio aoi-y outburst Dubarre had
started to walk up and down the roam.
This last change was too much for a
man helplessly, hopelessly in love.
There was but one salvation. He stop
ped and bowed stithy.
"I know one thing, which is, made
moiselle must be going."
It was a command.
Mistress Tercy drew herself up proud
ly. "And you, too, M. Propriety for
give me. I had not properly estimated
the dancing master. He fairly bristles
with unexpectedness. Possibly" with
the dainty, sarcastic smile that only
made her face the more adorable
"monsieur has lost a whole fortune at
cards and fought two duels over two
girls."
riagued, tempted past all endurance,
the Frenchman lost his head. "A dozen
would be nearer," he blurted, in sudden
anger.
For a moment May Percy looked at
him helplessly. Then the meaning of
it all swept over her. She drew a long
breath, while her ejes grew big and
anxious.
"Then monsieur is"
He interrupted quickly. - "Gaston Du
barre. poor French dancing master."
Xext he drew back and. with a low
bow, added, "To Mistress Percy, grand
lady."
Slowly the eagerness faded out of
the girl's face. Her head drooped as
she held out her hand kindly.
"Forgive me. monsieur. I did not
mean to intrude upon a possible se
cret." "Mademoiselle's own heart's kind
ness makes her forgiveness," he said
brokenly.
"And I shall think"
Dubarre shrugged his shoulders.
" 'Twere a foolish man who would try
to curb a woman's thought, mademoi
selle." She continued. "That a French gen
tleman, a soldier perhaps, has honored
a little English girl by teaching her to
dance."
Xow he shook his head, smiling
slightly, but when he spoke his tone
was deeply serious.
"And a poor French dancing master
will know that le bon Dieu permits
sometimes one of his own bright chil
dren to steal down from above to give
those struggling below jes' one leetle
foretaste, a promise of the kingdom of
le bon Dieu. Then he snatches it
away."
With a shrug, the man walked to the
mantel and leaned against it. dejected,
hopeless beyond further speech. The
girl's face was a reflection of his atti
tude. After a pause she spoke timidly,
"But the children from above, as you
call them, they stay on earth, mon
sieur." He turned and came to her quickly,
sudciou resolve in every movement.
"Mademoiselle.", he said, and now in
turn his tone was eager, "could a man
pretend to be what he is not?"
"That would depend, monsieur," she
interrupted softly.
"Suppose, mademoiselle" Dubarre
spoke more carefully, weighing every
word "suppose a man had sworn an
oath to her he loved best in the world"
May Percy started "suppose, made
moiselle" He smiled. "Ah, this is all
a leetle game of suppose that young
man gets release from his chief, for
swears his friends, for a time gives up
his life and, meanly attired, at great
peril attempts to follow out the oath
made to her he loved most as she lay
dying."
The Frenchman paused. His quick
eye had noted the girl's signs of em
barrassment. "Is the leetle game of suppose too
long, mademoiselle?"
"Go on, monsieur." Her tone was
ample encouragement. He took up the
game again more eagerly.
"Suppose, then, mademoiselle, he
fullfils his oath. Could you" a mo
ment he paused for a word "respect
that man?"
"Yes yes, monsieur," she cried im
pulsively. Dubarre shook his head, smiling
sadly.
"You speak too quick, mademoiselle.
The game, our leetle 'suppose' game, is
not finished. Suppose, mademoiselle,
that young man met danger, great dan
ger, greater than he knew. You know
the danger, mademoiselle. It is the
light that le bon Dieu puts by life's sea
to save or wreck men a woman. If
he steers headlong, reckless, willing to
die on the rocks, if only struggling for
that light, could you could you think
such a man worthy?" He paused for
a reply.
May Percy stood at the edge of
dreamland, looking into the far away.
At last she spoke, and it was very soft.
"You say the danger is sent by God,
monsieur? Then man should try to
conquer it."
He stepped toward her, his arms out
stretched impulsively. "Mademoiselle,
you are" ,
She straightened and looked at him
quickly. He stopped, for in that look
there was some strange mingling of
weakness, of sad determination against
desire and of appeal that awed him.
When she spoke, in so far as it could
the tone echoed the look.
"As you were about to say, the af
fianced wife of Sir John Wilmerding,
and you a French gentleman, mon
sieur." He stepped back and bowed deeply,
then moved toward the door.
"May I have the honor of seeing
mademoiselle safely to the house?"
And then, almost as he said it, the
door shook from a mighty pounding.
CHAPTER VIII.
T2 GAIX the door rattled and shook
under the weight of a ham
I mering sword hilt. Within
A ik tlie room the man and girl,
struck still, stared blankly at each oth
er. Surprise, dark anger, quick blush
ing shame and, last, white fear suc
ceeded in her face. Her lips trembled,
the hands clasped and unclasped nery-
ousij . sue UJ..U..CU io speak
and could not. Only the eyes spoke
plainly her fright and her appeal. Du
barre recovered first.
"Who is there?" he shouted, and the
tone was not that of the humble danc
ing master in the least.
From without sounded a voice, hoarse
with anger.
"Open! Open! 'Tis I! Open quick
ly!" "Sir John!" It came at last, a low.
faint gasp of horror from May Percy.
Xow she realized her false position
Dubarre's consideration of it. "What
can I do?" she begged, low.
Silent, lightly as a cat. the French
man sprang to the door and noiselessly
turned the key. Another second and
he was back beside her.
"Sh!" he whispered. Then aloud:
"And who may 'P be? Xo unknown
I's have entree bore." Again he whis
pered to the girl. "Try the window."
As in a dream, she tiptoed to it, but
the heavy shutter was closed and
barred.
"Open! Open at once; I say!" Sir
John's voice bore wild rage now. Every
instant the door threatened to give
way under his furious assault.
May Percy had stolen back to Du
barre. "The shutter I can't manage
it." she whispered faintly.
And now from bej'ond the door an
other voice broke in upon them. " 'Tis
Sir John Wilmerding and I, Captain
Thorncliffe. We wish to speak with
you, M. Dubarre."
"Captain Thorncliffe! Oh, I'm lost!"
and. moaning thus piteously. May
Percy seemed about to faint. Dubarre
caught her almost roughly by the arm.
"Keep courage. You must hide." he
muttered. His touch restored her. The
Percy pluck began to assert itself. Her
mouth set. and she looked at him un
derstandingly. Aloud he cried:
"Pardon, monsieurs, pardon. I'm
coming." and he started noisily for the
door. The pounding without ceased.
"Well, hurry," shouted Sir John
Wilmerding. "We can't wait all
night."
May Percy rushed behind the bed.
Dubarre darted after her. "Xot here,"
he muttered fiercely, "the closet." Then
he sprang to the mantel, knocked off
the candlesticks and kicked over an
andiron to make a big crash.
"Hon Dieu," he cried, loudly angry,
"there goes the caudle. That comes of
being in a hurry." Xext he was be
side May Percy, opening the closet
door and shout insr all at once.
"Patienc-3, messieurs! in a moment
when I get a light."
Sir John Wilmerding was becoming
wilder every second of delay.
"We'll make light enough when we
get in," he roared.
Dubarre had stepped into the closet
with May Percy. Xow they came out,
he shaking his head.
"Hopeless!"
"Can nothing be done?" whispered
the girl in low tones of agony.
Again the man shook his head. "I
can't kill both." Thus they stood gaz
ing at each other, twin statues of de
spair. From without the stern voice of Cap
tain Thorncliffe punctuated their leth
argy. "Open, Dubarre, immediately or we'll
force a way." And again a sword
hilt began playing upon the door.
As at a deathbed one looks for the
time, now Dubarre raised his eyes.
His searching gaze, wandering from
the girl, found the face of the big clock.
Suddenly his own face brightened.
Aloud, in laughing tones, almost tri
umphant, he cried:
"Mon Dieu! Don't, captain! I'm
coming."
Seizing May Percy by the arm, he
hustled her with desperate speed over
to the big clock. The door of it came
open easily. "Be quiet and trust me,"
he whispered. A moment more and
the girl was locked in behind the wood
en door. And the face of the clock
above told nothing of it.
"I'm coming, messieurs; I'm coming."
Dubarre was leaping across the room
for the other door. And as he sprang
by he jerked off his coat and threw it
on the table. ' Quickly he turned the
lock and threw open the door with a
grand flourish.
"What has brought the humble danc
ing master this honor?" asked the ob
sequious, bowing Frenchman as Sir
John Wilmerding and Captain Thorn
cliffe crossed the threshold.
"Are gentlemen to be kept waiting
by a paid jumping jack?" demanded
Sir John Wilmerding, striding to the
center of the room.
For the fifth time the dancing master
bowed to his waist.
"But see, monsieur," he protested, "I
did not stop even to finish dressing."
Captain Thorncliffe turned impatient
lyto his companion.
"Come, Jack. We are not here to
bandy words. State what you want."
The Frenchman looked from one to
the other. "Messieurs, what has hap
pened? You are wearing swords. Do
you expect attack? What can be the
matter?" In surprise and sudden anx
iety he piled que.stions one upon an
other. "Matter enough!" roared Wilmerding.
"We are searching for Mistress Per
cy." Dubarre was the picture of horrified
astonishment. "Mon Dieu!" he cried,
"lias some beast stolen her?" He
rushed to the table and began slipping
on his coat. "For her I, too, could
wear a sword." He ran back and,
seizing Sir John by the arm, began
pulling him toward the door, all the
while crying: "But come, come, mon
sieur! We are losing time! Your be
trothed may be"
Sir John shook him off with a fierce
oath, so that the smaller Frenchman
staggered back several paces.
"Scoundrel, she's here!"
Mistress Percy's dancing master
straightened himself. A look of won
der crept Into his face.
"Tis a strange jest, monsieur." The
words were spoken very slowly.
. "If it only were a jest!" roared Wil
merding. "I tell you. I saw her come."
Straightway Dubarre was swept into
equal rage. With his' hands twitching,
he stepped close to Wilmerding and
thrust his own blazing eyes within a
foot of the angry lover's. "If you sjay
that, Englishman, like many another
spy, you lie!"
Sir John sprang back and half drew
his sword. Captain Thorncliffe leaped
beside him in time to catch his arm.
"Stead3 Jack, steady," advised the
captain soothingly. "I knew there must
be some mistake."
The Frenchman's auger had changed
to cold contempt now.
"And a mistake monsieur will rue
when Mistress Percy hears of it," he
sneered.
Sir John Wilmerding shook off the
restraining arm bitterly.
"Loose me, Hal. I tell you I saw
her come not twenty minutes ago. I
watched the door and sent for you that
I might have witness when I killed the
low born lover."
He turned again fiercely on the sneer
ing Frenchman.
"Quiet. Jack. Be calm." soothed Cap
tain Thorncliffe.
Dubarre bowed with most exagger
ated politeness.
"Monsieur greatly honors the poor
dancing master when he admits him
as a rival."
"And you, Dubarre. be silent!" order
ed Thorncliffe sternly.
Again the Frenchman bowed hum
bly. "The- poor dancing master should al
ways strive to please monsieur. And
of a truth, if I'm to die for it. it pains
me deeply that, dying. I cannot nt the
last please Sir John by producing the
lady." His manner expressed only
great sorrow that his failure to do so
should give the lover pain.
Sir John shot black looks all about
the room.
"If she's here we'll find her," he de
clared fiercely.
Eagerly Dubarre seized the oppor
tunity for vindication.
"Yes, yes. Let us search." As he
spoke he rushed to the bod and laid
hold of the curtains. Sir John winced
visibly at that. It did not escape the
Frenchman. Still holding the cloth,
he turned, blandly questioning.
"Pray, where did the titled lover ex
pect to find his mistress? Was she dis
cussing theology with the humble
Aancing master?" Then, without wait
ing for reply, he jerked down the cur
tains, drew them oQ; the bed and began
to shake them in violent style.
"Is the fellow mad? What are you
doing?" demanded Captain Thorncliffe.
Dubarre looked up apologetically.
"One never can tell, monsieur. I
thought perhaps a girl, a half girl or
possibly a girl and a half might be
hidden in the curtains."
' Thorncliffe exclaimed sternly:
; "Dubarre, enough of this trifling."
The dancing master was all eager
ness to please. "As monsieur le cap
taine wishes," he said suavely, "but
monsieur knows all manner of queer
things may happeu when a titled lover
traces his affianced bride to the room
of aa abject dancing' master." Then,
turning from the captain to Sir John,
he made a gesture toward the mattress.
"Will monsieur thrust his sword Into
the bed?" The lover winced again.
"I'm sure," added Dubarre. with great
earnestness, "she must scream if it
touches her."
"Cease such unseeming Jesting!"
shouted the badgered oue.
The Frenchman became mildly ag
grieved. - "I did not jest, monsieur.
'Twas your own suggestion," he said.
"I wished but to make sure. Will
monsieur lend me the sword?"
"Xo." answered Wilmerding shortly.
"Enough!" said Captain Thorncliffe.
Dubarre drew a small knife from his
belt. "Then by myself I'll make sure."
he declared and, springing suddenly
on the bed, thrust the knife repeatedly
into the mattress.
"Is it enough?" he asked, after a
dozen thrusts, looking up.
"Come down, Dubarre," ordered
Thorncliffe, laughing in spite of him
self. The Frenchman climbed down.
Then, looking at his work, apostro
phized the bed regretfully. "Poor bed,
it was cruel treatment after the many
times you have comforted mo, but,"
shaking his head sadly, "when ladies
of fashion seek by night the rooms of
renegade dancing masters, then all
things must be changed about."
Sir John had moved over beside the
mantel. "The window she might have
got out by this."
Then he and Captain Thorncliffe
struggled with the b'.r. It took sev
eral minutes of tussling before the
heavy shutter moved back. Dubarre
laughed and thanked them for doing
something that he had been unable to
do for himself.
Now the searchers stood perplexed.
The simple room seemed to afford no
other hiding place. Suddenly Wilmer
ding caught sight of the closet door.
He trembled as nothing since his en
trance had made him tremble. Here
was the quarry run to earth at last.
"The closet!" he exclaimed and rush
ed toward it, crying: "Watch the
French scoundrel, Hal. Don't let him
escape."
Dubarre's lips were smiling. About
the eyes he had grown ten years. Then
Wilmerding stumbled against the clock.
The Frenchman's smile seemed frozen
on his face.
"Hang the clack!" cried the lover and
reached for the closet door.
"Poor clock!" murmured the dancing
master, and as Wilmerding paused be
fore the door he added. "For a man
who has sought so earnestly. Sir John
Wilmerding displays rare diffidence at
meeting his betrothed."
Sir John whirled that way and drew
his sword. "Be still, Frenchman."
The other only continued in the same
reflective tone. "If a titled lover can
not keep his betrothed from the room
of a poor dancing master before mar-
m i -
"The closet!" he exclaimed and rushed
toward it.
riage. how difficult afterward it should
be to hold the wile from gentlemen of
fashion and soldiers."
Wilmerding still wavered before the
closed door.
"Hal," he said at last, "I'm not my
self. 1 can't face her. Let me watch
the Frenchman. You open the door.
And as for you" raising his sword
above Dubarre "I'll"
With a quick jerk Captain Thorn
cliffe had pulled open the closet door.
"It's empty!" he cried in joyful tones.
Wilinerding's sword fell to the floor
with a crash. The lover shook a mo
ment for very joy.
"Thank God!" he said earnestly at
last.
The Frenchman looked at both with
a sneer. "Are you quite sure, mes
sieurs?" he asked.
"I was before I came," declared
Thorncliffe heartily.
Dubarre turned now on Wilmerding.
"'Twas a brave deed, monsieur, t-r
the titled loer with sword on hip !o
insult the poor, unarmed dancing mas
ter." "Xo harm was done," blurted Sir
Jehu, the more brutally to cover his
confusion.
The Frenchman merely looked at
him. "Doubtless Mistress Percy will
be glad to hear that she was proved
innocent." he said.
Captain Thorncliffe had to bite his
lips at that. "Don't push Jack so
hard. Dubarre." he urged.
The dancing master continued to Sir
John: '.'But is monsieur sure quite
sure that she is innocent? One never
can tell of women. Is there not some
other place to look? Possibly shemay
have hidden behind the face of the
clock. It stopped this morning. A
shaking up . may do it good."
Captain Thorncliffe felt called upon
to iuterfere. "Enough, enough. Da
barrel" he begged. "Don't you see
he's sorry ?"
"Yes," said Wilmerding angrily.
"I'm sorry." He thrust his sword in
its scabbard and stajked toward the
door.
The Frenchman looked after the de
parting lover. "One would think he
was sorry he had not found her," said
the vindicated man sarcastically.
Captain Thorncliffe held out hia
hand. "I know you will say nothing
of this, Dubarre. I am grieved mad
jealousy should have led Jack to such
folly. You have acted splendidly
throughout."
Dubarre smiled as they shook hands.
"You should know," he said, then add
ed: "'Twas sad. Pierre came in wear
ing a long cloak 'gainst the rain, but
went away again without It. Thai
fooled him. Good night, monsieur."
Captain Thorncliffe followed Sir John
Wilmerding out. Dubarre locked the
door after them. Xext he straighten
ed, with a monstrous sigh of relief,
and in the candle light his face was
lined with a great fatigue. A mo
ment he stood thus, then stepped quick
ly across the room. He turned the key
and opened the door of the clock.
"They are gone, mademoiselle. Xow
I shali see you safely to the house."
From her narrow hiding place the
srirl looked out on him with her eyes
full of a wonderful light that had nev
er showed there so plainly before.
"For my good name what return can
I make to the noblest gentleman I
ever knew?" she asked.
Dubarre bowed low over her extend
ed hand.
"Xone to the dancing master just
now, mademoiselle," he said, with
meaning.
Then Mistress Percy stepped out
from the clock, and as she did so the
figures of two men passed the win
dow. Sir John Wilmerding, on the out
side, started forward, but Captain
Thorncliffe thrust one hand over the
lover's mouth and pushed him back
into the shadow, and from the captain's
lips came the muttered exclamation:
"By gracious! She was iD the clock!"
CHAPTER IX.
CAPTAIX TIIOBXCLIFFE cast
the week old Gazette aside
with an impatient gesture.
"Xothing in the paper." he
muttered; then went on smoking furi
ously and thinking just as hard.
Truly the genial captain had enough
to occupy his mind. First, there was
the Courtleigh girl, who had been most
strangely perverse of late, even for
her. She always took a large share of
the captain's thoughts. Then loomed
up Wilmerding's love affair, with the
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J hereby give notice to all persons holding
claims against said estate to present the same
to me for payment on or before the 2"th day
January, 1908. or this notice will be plead in
bar of their recovery. All persons indebted
to said estate are requested to make immedi
ate payment. This Jan. -J.2, 1907.
JI()I-I,IK 1JAKKIS,
Kxecutor of M. I. Harris, dec eased,
jan 25 (itpd.
Administrator's Notice.
Having qualilied before the Clerk of the Su
perior Court as administrator of the estate of
the late Nannie Smith, deceased, I hereby
notify all persons holding claims against said
estate to present the same to me for payment
on or before Jan. 25, 1908, or this notice will be
plead in bar of their recovery. All persons
indebted to the said estate are requested to
make immediate pay ment. This Jan. 22,Hi0i.
K. li. SMITH.
jan25fitpd Adm'r of Nannie Smith, de'ed.
FURS, FURS.
Mink No. 1, small $3, medium $3.-30,
large $4. You will not see this paid
by any one else than J. D. PAYNE,
nov.ot) om.pd. Burlington, N. C.
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Creedmoor, N. C.
Z. E. LYON, President,
B. G. ROGERS, Vicc-Pres.
I. E. HARRIS, Cashier.
Notice of Application.
Notice is hereby given that application will
be made to the next session of the General
Assembly of North Carolina to pass an act
authorizing the Town of Oxford to provide a
system of Sewerage, and to issue bonds there
for and to call an election thereon.
Dec. 17, lyoti. W. A. DKV1N, Mayor.
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