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High above the water hung the sky, I magnificent in its unflecked purity. wonderful as the blue of the Virgin’s kirtleâ€"nay, it was the very raiment of the divine Mary. This was the background that filled the frame of I-Iector’s tent door. To complete thepicture. making it inâ€" evitable, her head clear against the serene azure, Maddalena stood, a figure at once splendid and pathetic. The mad fierce words had been a blow in the face: all expected, they had smitten brutally. And then, as responsive blood hurries in surprise to every pinpoint of the stricken cheek, their full aggreSSively into every cranny of her being. The pain of the strange intelligence stung, and summoned tears to tremble. Hector saw them and had the momentary fear that she was about to break down. But dignity, pride, love, and that pug- nacity which harbors in even the most peaceful nature, joined hands and set a girdle of strength about her. With an unconscious toss of the head, she shook the drops from her lashes, and looked on Asunta with undimmed gaze. The men were dumb at the mali- cious vulgarity of the attack. Sud- den, gross, offensive, it stunner! them. too, into blank amazement. Their eyes turned first to the victim, and in suspense they waited for Maddalena to move. They had been powerless to prevent the attack’ while the Queen was there they were equally powm-less to retaliate. Only Alasdair, who knew no word of what was passing, understood from attitude and gesture that ill events were toward: he moved from his sentinel post by the doorway, so that at hint of eye he might come between the Queen and the enraged Asunta. It was Hector, then. What did Asunta know ‘2 What part had Asunâ€" ta in his life ? Why did Asunta. cry out against her thus ? For love of Palmetto, for love of him ? From question and doubt to doubt. and question she swung for an eternity. And. how to deal with this mad wo- man who, having spoken a thousand daggers, looked a deadlier thou- sand ? What to sayâ€"she could meet her gaze calmlyâ€"but O ! what to say ‘2 Her eyes took an impulse. She 100ked to Hector. It vas the. unâ€" spoken appeal for help, for protecâ€" tion. She read both in his eyesâ€"in the love he put in her hands was a shield invulnerable. Now she was strong, she was armed at all points. “Dona. Asunta. I am unused t0 scenes of violence. You forget what is due to me, you forget what is due to yourself. I am at a loss to unâ€" derstand this extremity of passion. But at least I understand that you accuse me-â€"â€"” ‘ "Of being his loverâ€"~yes l" And a quivering hand marked Hector. “If by that you mean that Iâ€"â€"that I love Senor Grantâ€"it is my happiâ€" ness to love him, as it is my un- happiness. And if so I choose to do, how have you gained the right to ask why, how ?" “Because I love Palmetto." "Better than you love me ’2” “Perhapsâ€" yes, better than I love you." “Is that the only reason ?” “No. He insulted me with his loveâ€"his loveâ€"the adventurer who comes whence no one knows. You must not be deceivec.” “Strange. I was his guarantee. He bore my commission. You re- ceived him as my representative.” “Until he showed his true charac- ter." “How did he show it ?” "By besieging me, pestering mo meaning hastened i Hector ! My King l” “Mv Queen ! Maddalena !" “I ‘love my own name now, since I have heard it from your lips l” l "A Queen’s, and you‘the only |Queen worthy of it, Maddalena l’f His eyes closed as if he were drunâ€" ken with the very melody of her name. His hand was still pressed hard to her breast, and through the frail texture of her robe he could feel the happy pulsations of her heartâ€"her heart that could thus for- get in its moment of joy the sharp sword-points that sought to pierce it. Her hands covered his in, and held it with tenderness of comfort =not spare? And if Bravo knew the that only swimming warmth of her it'l'utllfiâ€" ~ eyes could equal. From the ineffable She nodded; and _in swift phrases lanibent depths the peace of love fiDon Augustin recounted all that gleamed up,_as a pearl might gleam illector had told him of his stay at through shining raters the wmds D «(€€&@ veil that his her darling young secâ€" ret, her darling young joy, her rare sweet sorrow. Why should she spare her who did Frigancta, omitting nothing, exten- never stir nor the tides trouble. The luating nothing. Maddalena kept touch of her eased every ache, and {her eyes fixed on A'sunta, and strove feeling her look _upon him was all lto read confirmation or denial in the cordials and 011mm; and when he exâ€" waves of emotion that chased each changed the happiness of shut eyes other over her countenance. for that of open, his gaze came to I “It’s all a lie ! it’s all a lie l” rest on the delighsomeness of her "Her position near your Majesty’s mouth, where little quivering ripples person gave her opportunities for ran about the curves and spread and lspying which she did not neglect. spread until the everâ€"new wonder of iShe watched you, she watched Senor her smile broke upon him. lGrant. Revenge on him she would "Your MHJ’CSly} have, revenge on you also, if it were At Bravo 5 .v01ce she. turned and ipossible. There was no need to seek found Don Miguel at her feel», his lrevengc: Fate had anticipated herâ€" head bOWed abjectly, and so remain- alas !” mg. - "It’s alla lie!” came again hoarâ€" :‘I have acquainted Don Miguel sely from Asunm, With your commands, madame, and Maddalena heavpd a sigh of 013131-05- 1 have, perhaps injucliciouSly, further .sion.- Her endurance was nearly acquainted him Wit-ll What has P1133- lexhausted. She felt her heart Sink- cd toâ€"night between your Majesty ‘ . . . . ' _ _ 7' ;ing Within her, the blood flowmg and Dona. 1 sunta. for you, sir, that l fecbl y my willâ€"â€" I do not growing blind. along her veins, her eyes "I have sent This unseemly brawl, .Vou may-hear ' ;in which she felt her inmost soul I‘VlSll 10 115m“ ’00 any explanflllonfu llaid bare and torn by coarse fingers, any GXCIISGS- If You 500 aug‘ht . 111 ‘was degradingto her and hm- 1ove, my conduct to sensure or to grieve and she rebelled bitterly against the OVCI‘, aung 0f lJI‘OllldICO l0 Palmetto. lweakness it bred in he]; It must alight unworthy of your Queenâ€"come «end, it must end. to me and come at once. Do not “Let Don Miguelbe summoned,” speak behind _my back, sir;rand do she said. "Don Augustin, see to not believe Without proof. lhough I liit l” ‘ am a woman I am strong enough " ’our Majesty does not know yet not to flinch from the criticism or lthat Don Michel is a prisoner,” said the censure of a friend; but I resent lBravo. a thoughtless interference, and I i‘vill I “A prisoner? no: brook secret discussion of my "I‘o Stampa ?” no 3. “No‘your Majesty. He is a. prisonâ€" “I trust I am wise in believing er in his owu tentâ€"a prisoner oflthat Whtjn .Voll repeated your dough- Palmetto. What the daUghter said; ,EOI‘ Elmsbnuiaglolzovygu the father has repeated.” 'And 95/ "0 95' 0 l C 3 - ‘_ "' brieflv‘he recounted e\.'(:nts_ content to believe that. I demand "0‘! this is monstrous! Let him now an 313010832 not only for “10 be brought forthwith !” utterance of the calumny, but for the . . . .. . - .,. She stood stlll for a moment or SUSDIUPH ltSGll You “Win also two after Bravo left the tent. and {IDOIOElZ‘Op’CO SOHO? Grant: 1' then her strength and valorous willâ€" DOIITII‘ngPOlLt stfillllncgclmg, 100]:th ' ' ' ‘ ‘ ueen a c l :powel seemed to leave 1101.. She 110- }0 Slsl 0 lib . ' llooked on the scowling A-sunta, who “lino-’32,?“ BIC-fills 3th flu“ (3511133: cast furtive glances at the open door Ill y; '10 VISIUH Q 101‘ . e as if to make a dash for her liberty, .VOUIUI and lJCflutbigUlfé .g’ecglglssshc but Alasdair barred the way. She $130 {811, SO JUS . .0 '1 . 0 1 ~ llooked at the great Iflighlandman. 'DlC‘; all these moved lmn as no royzfi lbut he had all his wits in the one anger couldâ€"€111 doubt of he). and a eve that fixed Asunta. Then, as if petty annoyance fell from hnn. and l ' ' i ' I . 1 r ' 'she had delayed too long, yet feared illc.saw tthyat‘ 1she :Vlzllsnlilst‘Lébéficn her own eagerness, she turned toihel Willi“ S“; {at fl 0 .(v Hector, and with a,.little cry that iproach. wilt; loo tedttilzlthnaiid m: Iheld all love, an pxty’ an sorrow, Inocencc, s‘ic was‘ in 1 L.:l( 1111231. lshe ran to where he lay, and taking “Wee. 1010- }VflS 1no ls op d . . . . . . , , “‘15“indrr’i‘f‘i‘i‘lllt“ u}? 501' 33$???“ 31- ‘0 wifi’t‘ius icituce o ier )reast. :is eyes an». t. . I, ‘ _ . - swercd, to the full the unpremediated :‘Vlth' “airs 0:1 conultwn that would -‘ T‘ - i - -~ n.1l0'.)OS.'l_7C. (mes: thei‘hlm} thought if?" "Madaniiiâ€"madamcâ€"I am the basâ€" Asun a, o w ose iaging soul meiy O ' 'd‘ I forr. ’ d movement: “Very WhISDcl‘, \vas wornl- i 0.51"” ' 1.11.31 fill?” (10‘! you .0 wood and gall [you’ foigive? ie wox .5 “(no “Fate takes even our 01m how. choked in him. I . lfrom us.” she whispered, Glad to end a scene so painful to Heaven save him! “Fate cannot,” he answered. her, to Don Miguel, to l-Iector, Mad- “And youâ€"\vouudgd_f0r “my dalena bowed her head. “I am glad.” 1"1 forgive you-l” _ . "Ah 1” The. Sign was not now 01‘ Again and again the old man kiss~ oppression: it was charged with ex- cd her hands. “Rise, sir.” ITe obeyed. “It is impossible for me to retain Dona Asunta near my person. I canâ€" not have about me. one who neither loves me nor serves me faithfully. I desire you to receive her at my hands. Let me never see her again.” "‘Jadame ! madame !” was all the weeping man could stammer. “Don Augustin, you will inform General Ramiros of my will that Don Miguel’s sword be returned to him. It is also my will that those who know of this incident shall not speak of it, now or ever.” Bravo bowed. “Don Miguel, you are suffering keenly. At another time you will make amends to Senor Grant. Dona Asunta awaits you. Adios l” ~ All but Alasdair averted their eyes as humbled father and still haughty daughter passed from the tent. As 'Asunta, silent and scornful, swept under the great 'l-lighlander's keen eye, his hand closed involuntarily on the bait of his dirk. The impulse was on him to strike to her black heart, but. the steel was for another breast. Ilis fingers unclosed reluc~ tantly. cess of delight. “If I were not wounded, would you be here ?” * “You might have been killed.” I “I had your ei'ucilixâ€"â€"~” “I prayer] for you ” "And your rose.” “My heart went with both." “So I was safe,” I "O ! Hector, Hector, I love you!” “Maddalena l” “Better toâ€"night than last better far.” “Is that possible 9" “Everything is possible to the woâ€" lman who loves.” i For a little space eyes made close speech, lest even the faintest echo gmight reach thieving ears. And then leach longed for sound of the other’s voice. “Hector, I am sorry for her.” “For Asunta ?" “She loves you.” "She hates us both.” “She may well hate me who stole vou.” l l l... l n i gh tâ€" “Stole me ? I gave myself to you long ago.” “I think I, too, must have loved you from long ago. loved you always " “You were my dream when I was a boy.” “And then not to know until yes- terday. ’ ’ “Your eyes used to come between I seem to have (To be Continued.) M“... with his professions of love; and now me' and my books when I was at. he has got you in his toils.” Maddalena smiled on Hector. “You hear Dona Asunta, senor. shall not ask you to reply to her.” He thande her with a look that little girl: drew the bonds of trust and confi- dence the closer. "Ah ! but let me reply,” Bravo. "I have no mercy for this lady who conspires to draw your Majesty into her not of revenge.” “Don. pleaded Hector. “(live me leave, 1) your Majes ty, . , V a 1: went on Bravo, unheeding, ' to tell me! the truth of this sordid affair.” For a moment Maddalena hesitated ,Rgaln tO-mOI‘I‘Off', and eVel‘y morl‘ow ches of their craft. her resentment “HUI the mid! but little by little against. Asunta had been swelling, reSentmmt _ had compelled heir to tear aside the I could they, then ?" cried the same, as you are now !” Augustin ! Don Augustin l” I am not worthy. against the woman who I can give nothing but my love.” school.” ,., , ,_ “o s 'but I was a. little girl i How (“LRth SUNDM SCHOOLS In this country the term "Sundayâ€" “No, I cannot think of you as a school” has a definite meaning, and you Were always the is exclusively used to denote a place Queen. Just as you will never grow of religious teaching. In Germany, old: you will be the Queen alwaysâ€" however, the race for commercial su- premacy has led to the establish- “Always to you, my ment of the Sundayâ€"schools at which heart." mechanics are given practical in‘ "Maddalena ! you love me too well struction in their trades. There is, 'v’ for example, a school for masons, at “You are worthy. You who have which the students, many of them bled for me, who have risked life for mechanics who work during the week and spend several hours on Sunday “Not worthy though I risk life morning in learning the higher bran- Similarly there are Sunday-schools for tailors, iron- followers of other barbcrs and black. the same "It is I that am not. Worthy, for mongers an-(l tra dosâ€"even I _-initlis. “And thatâ€"-that makes me a king ill-rotection. to THE JAPANESE SOLDIER LITTLE MEN THAY FIGHT FOR THE MIKADO. ._.... Can Go Long Distances and Carry Heavy Loads Without Fatigue. Kimi go yo wa chiyoni Vachlyo o ni sazare Ishi no iwaoto narete Kokeno musubumade. -â€"Ja.p'ancse War Song. The Japanese “Booby,” as the Brit- ish Tommy Atkins calls the little fighting man of the Mikado, is a great singer after his fashion. Wheâ€" ther he is tugging at the trail ropes of a 3.2â€"inch Hotchkiss on a rocky slippery, frozen mountain path .or hiking" along thirty miles a day with fifty pounds of weight on him, he reâ€" lieves the monotony of the business with a burst of song, and his favor- ite ballad is the one quoted above, of which a free translation is as fol- lows: ' -. \ . Our gracmus sovereign Shall reign a. thousand years Until the little pebble Grows into a mighty rock Covered with ancient» moss. Bobby is the most cheerful and wil~ ling marcher that ever carried a. knapsack and a. gun. Away back in the dim past there must have been a Good Roads Association in Japan which did its work well. With good roads everywhere it is only natural that the J apanesc should have taken to pedestrianism. Generation after generation of long distance walkers in Japan have evolved the Japanese soldier of the twentieth century, who astounds the European experts by his marching. If you have ever carried a ten pound rifle, a twenty pound knapâ€" sack an-d‘ a cartridge belt full of am- munition, haversack and canteen, ag- gregating a total of fifty' pounds,- on a long march, you know what it isâ€" and if you have not hard the experiâ€" ence words cannot give a proper idea of it to you. A THE FIRST FIVE MILES. are comparatively easy. Tne next five are hard, the next distressing, and then it becomes torture, but not to Bobby. His"pedestrian ancestors have bequeathed him a pair of su- perb legs with muscles like steel and the most marvellous wind. Infantry companies travel stretches of five miles at the double quick just for fun. In all campaigns of European and American armies it has been imposâ€" sible to make the infantry soldier carry his knapsack when it tires him on a forced march. The line of march of European troops is always strewn with knapsacks discarded by exhausted infantry soldiers. Such is not the case with the Japâ€" anese army. Bobby never throws his knapsack away. No matter how fast he has to travel, nor how far, it stays -on his back until he goes into camp. Bobby has no little contempt for his brother the cavalryman. He knows that after a month or two of campaigning he will be able to outâ€" march the cavalryman and leave him far behind. The cavalry may clatter bravely forward for the first few weeks, but that is all. Then the horses begin to go lame, get sore backs and break down. The Japanese Ilobby laughs at the troubles of the cavalryman, for he knows no troubles of any kind himâ€" self. Even his feet do not give him any serious trouble; If his shoes become painful'or wear out, he puts on a pair of straw sandals and then he is comfortable and able to march even better than before. COMM ISSARY CARTS with Several weeks supply of rations accompany each batalion. These carts are drawn .by' ponies, but there are a number of coolies with every cart and if the horses break down the coolics are able to pull the carts quite as well. The coolie is the man behind the man behind the gun in the Japanese army, and always insures a good dinner when camp is reached. Shelter tents are carried by the men for emergency purposes, but are seldom used, as the commissary carts are generally at hand with the large tents, each of which houses some twenty men. The diet of the J apanâ€" ese soldier is a simple one, consisting largely of rice, beans, dried fish and salt vegetable pickles, washed down with tea and lib‘itum. It is surprising how cheerful the Japanese Bobby keeps under the moâ€" 'notonous conditions of campaigning. He is, in common with all J apaneso people, the possessor of a wonderful inborn philosophy, a certain quality of mind which enables him not only to meet any crisis with calmness and power, but to endure with patient resign. tion, and even clieerfulness, those long periods of Watching and Waiting in camps and fortified places that are the most trying experiences of a soldier in warfare. To while away the time Bobby has a variety of sports and pastimes. Of the more strenuous forms of sport lie is most given to fencing and wrest- ling. THE FENCING PRACTICE. in the Japanese army is done with bamboo stavcs, which are wielded with .both hands. The combatants wear waddcd armor and masks. for The sustain nf anti-.nel: l l i l i proficiency. between the and defence is elaborate and much training is required to attain pro-i European experts de< Clare that the Japanese fencer is the most formidable adversary in thl world. Wrestling is a favorite sport and one in which all soldiers exhibit wonderful skill. l’rcstling matche( champions of dillerent regiment-s are the great sporting- events of the year in the J apanest army. The most popular pastime of th'( soldier in the field is playing “hanna‘ awase,” a Japanese game of card: not unlike whist."l The cards art fortyâ€"eight in number. It is morl complicated than whist and mort difficult to master. The game of “go,” of Japanese do< minoes, is also dear to the heart of the Japanese Bobby. Go is played on a board ruled oil into a hundred little Squares. Small black and white stones, cut into little disks, are used to fill the squares. The rules of the game appear quite com< p'licatcd to the foreigner. “Shoji,” or Japanese chess, also is a popular. game. The Japanese camps impress the foreigner as being very clean and orderly. There is a marked absence of the drunkenness and boisterous conduct so common in the camps of European armies. Yet the Japanese Bobby is fond of his sake. The disâ€" cipline is so strict that Bobby does not dare to indulge his taste for sake except on rare occasions. In the. evening, when"circumstances permit and the weather is pleasant, the men gather around the campfire and sing the quaint monotonous Japâ€" anese folksongs. Perhaps some man in the company has a samise-n, if so the instrument is brought forth, and to its twangingaccompaniment they chant the old songs, which tell of the deeds of heroes of old Japan and of the beauties of nature. As there is no profanity in the Jap- anese language, the Japanese soldier is not profane, in which respect. he differs from almost every other sol- dier in the world. The War cry of the Japanese sol- dier when he charges the enemy is “Nihon banjai,” which means “Jar pan forever.” ’ TWO YEARS ALONE. A Young Wife’s Experience on the Isle of Demons. Off the coast of Newfoundland lies a’ small island known as the Isle of Demons, which holds within its rocky shores a romance as thrilling and a tragedy as real as any told in fiction. About 1540 Marguerite de Bobcrv-al, niece of the French viceroy, fell in love with a young cavalier and prom~ ised him her heart and hand. ller uncle, the Viceroy, considered the youth unworthy of his niecc's proud position, and angered by her refusal to give up her lover, he passed a senâ€" tence of exile upon both of them. A vessel carried the couple to the Isle of Demons, leaving them there alone, with an old nurse who had attended the lady Marguerite from her child- hood, and who wished to share her exile. At first the banishment did not seem so dreadful a thing; the young man’s strength stood between his wife and suffering, and for two years all went well. A child was born, and the parents began to plan for the establishment of a colony which thrive in this 'sland home. Then came trouble, swift and terrible. Disease smote the little family, and the young wife and mother saw, her husband, child and faithful nurse all sicken and die. With her own hands she dug their graves and buried all that was clear to her; then began a life alone, a life in which the more question of existence became a prob- lem hard indeed for a frail woman to solve. Iiy means of the gun that had been her husband’s, she kepthersell provided with food and with skins for her clothing. For two years she lived a Zlitobinson Crusoe life, this gently nurtured, highly bred girl. Once a boat filled with Indians came near the shore, but the painted faces and fierce asâ€" pect of the savages frightened her, so that she hid instead of hailing them. She spent weeks of labor in making a crude canoe, but her hands were unskilled, and when she launchâ€" cd her craft it would only tip over. At last she was rescued by some fishermen who ventured on the island, halfâ€"frightened at first by what they thought Was an evil apparition. Marguerite was sent to fli‘ra-ncc, but her uncle discovered her whereabouts and continued to persecute her. She finally found a refuge in a small French village, where she hid until the viceroy’s death. After that she came into the world once more and lived to a good old age. _..+..... POTATO ALCOHOL. The use of potato alcohol to fur- nish light, heat, and motive .power has been developed ‘apidly and to a very high degree in Germany. 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