CHAPTER XXV THE SHIP AT SEA Two weeks later a party of wayfarers came to the old mill at St. Cyr. The door was fastened, but they opened it, only to recoil with horror. They found a hideous old woman tied there. She had been dead a long while and the fearful distortion of her face sent them shrieking from the spot. Even in death Mère Tigrane had not lost her power to strike terror to the hearts of others. Not long afterwards a ship was crossing the channel to Dover, on a calm sea with a blue sky overhead. The white foam gathered in its wake and the sun glistened on its full-set sails and on the flag bearing the crosses of St. George and St. Andrew. On the deck stood Rosaline and her lover,--her husband now, for they had been wedded in the Cévennes,--and near them sat Babet contentedly feeding Truffe with a cake. Rosaline leaned on the rail, looking back toward France. “Dear native land,” she sighed softly, “I may never see you more; yet I am content. Ah, François, we ought to be thankful indeed. I am glad that Cavalier sent you to England; I can bear no more, and it may be we can move these strangers to help the cause.” “I pray so,” he replied gently; “England’s queen is favorable to us. At least, you will be safe; I could not take my wife to those rugged hiding-places in the Cévennes, with winter so near. Ah, my love, are you satisfied?” She looked up with tender eyes. “I am content, my husband,” she answered softly. “I bless the _bon Dieu_, but my heart is sore at the thought of poor Charlot. Can it be that the blacksmith’s boy was mistaken? Could they really hang him for not betraying us?” “I fear so,” replied d’Aguesseau sadly; “the report came straight enough. Let us remember, though, that it ended his sufferings; he told me that his life was full of pain.” Rosaline looked back over the blue sea with tearful eyes. “Poor little Charlot,” she murmured gently. “The hunchbacked cobbler with the soul of a hero and a martyr. His memory shall be sacred to me forever.” THE END * * * * * _The_ Cardinal’s Musketeer AN HISTORICAL ROMANCE BY MARY IMLAY TAYLOR 12mo, $1.25. The hero of “The Cardinal’s Musketeer” is a knightly youth, brave and generous, and a devoted lover. The plots of the King’s mother, Marie de Médicis, and the counter-plots of the patriotic Cardinal give rise to forceful action and dramatic situations; yet no attempt is made to cram the reader’s mind with the facts and dates of French history. * * * Our hearty sympathy is engaged from the first on behalf of Péron, the Cardinal’s Musketeer, to whom we are introduced in his childhood, and on behalf of the haughty little demoiselle Renée, who ultimately becomes his wife. The story is full of life and love. Lengthy descriptions and sermonizings are conspicuously absent; the characters speak for themselves, act their parts, and manifest all that is in them by their words and deeds.