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It seemed well to him Dead. hls secret would lle In the grave with him and the long martyrdom of his life he ended And he read “and: Q fluent-mom lundtheblrdongchm f to find the. Bel-s-tdrrpeur umck the Black : Burtâ€"c light blow, but “my thfegt _to _kill_tol- CHAPTER XXII. HE warm. transparent light of an African autumnal noon shone down through the white canvas roof of a great tent la the heart of the encamped divisions at the headquarters of the army of the south. In the tent there was a densely packed throng. an immense. close. hushed. listening crowd. of which ev- ery man wore the uniform of France. for they were in court, and that court was the court martial of their own southern camp. "4,? ‘ ~ . V Tic/25" J The prisoner was arraigned on the heaviest charge that can he laid agaitm the soldier of any army. and yet. as the many eyes of the military crowd turn. ed on him where he stood surrounded by his guard. his crime against his chief was forgotten. and they only teâ€" membered Zaraiia. He preserved en- tire reticence in court. The instant the accusation had been read to him he had seen that his chief would not dare to couple with it the proud. pure name he had dared to outrage. His most hitter anxiety was thus at an end. For all the rest he was tranquil. No case could be clearer, briefer. less complex. more entirely incapable of deâ€" fense. The soldiers of the guard gave evidence as to the violence and fury of the assault. The accuser merely stated that. meeting his corporal out of the bounds of the cavalry camp. he had asked him where he had been and on his commanding an answer had been assaulted in the manner described with violence sutiieient to have cost his life had not the guard been so near at hand. The statement passed without wmradietimt hy the prisoner, who only m-uiied that the facts were stated ac- . ..j'?lll'l}' as they occurred and that his v-z -. 4t~li3~i for the deed he declined to as- ~~" When it was finally demanded t.i ittltt :l' he had alight to urge in his u“ u ex'te-ttttat'mt. he paused a moment. v :2 :-u::- m. '..~t' wltlel) even the hard .. g. t .. great restless. looked across t.- . ' x mitt-un- and addressed his an- 2: «g - ; l.‘i'!li r than the president: "4 ':.\ llt's that a tyrant. a liar and :2 tr.- teet c'antmt wonder if men Dt‘P- le- '|' -~t t to stlhm'ssinn beneath insult. I Hi z :.m well aware that this is no \ e; ' -;' an or my art as a soldier. and l t- w» tiestre 3:) say words which. tan; n \ol' the” truth. might become llett :i.l:‘t «lance-runs It'gthiPS and dan- Wu. nah-sheen tried and istobelhot. no appeal. The case 1. clear. The colo- Theron lelcouldhlncnthimdown, wmthltnll. I lo the hrlgbtm-ss of the noon Ciga- rette leanpd out of her little oval cam» mom. and. for (be first time also. hm) pluess was not with lwr. They Were gone foreverâ€"all the elas- tic joyauce. all the free. fair hours. all the dauutless gayety of childhood. all the sweet. harmonious laughter of a heart without a care. They were gone forever. for the touch of love and pain had been laid on her. and never again would her radiant eyes smile cloud- lessly. like the young eagle’s. at a sun that rose but to be greeted as only youth can greet another dawn of life that is without a shadow. To her it seemed impossible that this patrician who had his passion should not return it. She only thought of love as she had always seen itâ€"qnickly horn. hotly cherished. wholly indulged and without tie or restraint. She found an old French cobbler sit- ting at a stall in a casement stitching leather. He was her customary reader and scribe in this quarter. She touch- ed him with the paper. “Good Ma- thiesn, wilt than read this to me?” “And i came without my vengeance!” she mused. To the nature that felt the ferocity of the vendetta a right and a due there was wounding humili- ation in her knowledge that she had left her rival unharmed and had come hither. out from his sight and his presence, lest he should see in her one glimpse of that folly which she would have killed herself under her own steel rather than have bt'll'il..\d either for his contempt or his compassion. She caressed it absently, while the tired creature sank down on her bosom. Then only she saw that there was a letter beneath one wing. The touch of a bird’s wing brushing her hair brought the dreamy compari- son to her wandering thoughts. She started and lifted her head. It was a blue carrier pigeon. one of the many she fed at that casement and the swift- est and surest of several she sent with messages for the soldiers between the various stations and corps. She had forgotten she had left the bird at the encampment. Tl So the- hoy zmmvp's scrawl. crushed and blotted and written with great dif- was done on the nizht o! the great fete. I am thy humble lovvr and siave. “You ha'ne his face!" she muttered. “ What are you to him?” ficulty, ran in its brief phrases that the slow muttering of the old shoemaker drew out in tedious lonzth. Cigarette heard. She never made a movement or gave a sound. but all the blood fled out of her brilliant face. leaving 1t horribly blanched beneath its brown sun scorch. and her eyes. distended. senseless. sightless. were fastened on the old man’s slowly mov- ing mouth. “Shot!” she said vacantly. “Shot!” Her vengeance had come Without her once lifting her hand to summon it. “What night? Thou lookest so strangely. Dost thou love this doomed soldier?” “The blow was struck for her.” she muttered. “It was that night. you bearâ€"that night?” Cigarette laughedâ€"a laugh whose echo thrilled horribly through the lonely Moresco courtway. The people ever gave way before her. but now they scattered like fright- ened sheep from her path. There was something that terrified them in that bloodless horror set upon her face and in that fury of resistless speed with which she rushed upon her way. Then she crushed the letter in one hand and flew. fleet as any antelope. through the streets of the Moorish quarter and across the city to the quay. “Love! Love! I hated him. look you! So I said. And I longed for my V" vengeance. It is come. Once only in her headlong career through the throngs she paused. It was as one face. on which the strong light of the noontide poured. came be- fore her. The senseless look changed in her eyes. She wheeled out of her route and stopped. “You have his face!" she muttered. “What are you to him?” “To Whom '2” “To the man who calls himself Louis Victor. 3 chasseur of my army ?” Her eyes were fastened entirely upon him. keen, ruthless. fierce, in this mo ment. as a hawk’s. He grew pale and murmured an incoherent denial. He sought to shake her 011'. first gently, then more rudely. He called her mad and tried to fling her from him. but the lithe fingers only wound themselves closer on his arm. “ he still, fool!” she muttered. “You are of his people. You have his eyes and his looks and his features. 119 disowus you or you him. No matter wlnivh. he is of your blood. and he lies undvr sentence of death. Do you know that?" “Speak!” hissed Cigarette through her clinched teeth. “He is the head of my house!“ he answered her, soarce knowing what he answered. “He should bear the “tie that I bear now. He is here in this misery because he is the most merci- ful. the most generous, the most ions suffering of living souls. If he die. it it not they who have killed him; it is I!” . With a stifled cry the other recoilod from her. He never doubted that she spoke the truth. None could who had looked upon her face. “Do not lie to me,” she said curtly. “It avails you nothing. Read that.” She thrust before him the paper the pigeon had brought. His hand trem- bled sorely as he held it. He believed in that moment that this strange crea- ture. half soldier, half woman, halt brlgand, half chlld, knew all his story and all hls shame from his brother. “Shot!” he echoed hoarsely as she had done when he had read on to the end. “Shot! Oh, my God, and 1â€"1 am his brother!” She was silent. Looking at him fix- edly. it did not seem to her strange that she should thus have met one of his blood in the crowds of Algiers. He was silent. Coward and egotist that he was, both cowardice and ego- tism were killed in him under the over- whelming horror with which he felt himself as truly by moral guilt 3 mm- cide as though he had stabbed his elder through the heart “You are his brother,” she â€"said slow- ly. “Tell me his name, his rank." “Settle with ' she sum bitterly. ”tour remorse Will not save him. But do the thing that I bid you if that remorse be sinrere. Write me out here that title you say ' he should hear and your statement that he is your brother and should be the chief of your house. then sign it and give it to me.” “Who are you? What are 'you? If you have the power to do It. {or the love of God rescue him! It is 1 who have murdered himâ€"I who have let him live on in this 11011 for my sake!" I hereby alarm that the person serving in the Chasm“ d‘Mrique under the name of Louis Vic~ tor is my cider brother. Bertie Cecil. lawfully. by inheritance. the Viscount Royailieu. peer of Eng- 11nd. l lwrehy a‘sa m Lnowiodge ihat l have suc- ceeded to and borne the title illegaily under the supposition 0! his death. BERKELEY CECIL. He seized her hands and gazed with imploring eyes into her face. She brought him pens and paper from the 'l‘urk's store and dictated what he wrote: He let her draw the paper from him and fold it away in her belt. He watched her with a curious. dreamy sense of his mm imgmtenre against the tieree anti fiery iz‘t'ri'm of her bidding. “Can his life yet he saved?" “His hunor umy~his honor shall. Go to him. em'm'd. and let the balls that kill him reach you. too. if you have one trait of manhood left in you!" Then. swiftly as a swallow darts. she quittod him and tow on her homiiong way down through the pressure of the people and the throngs of the murts and the noise and the color and the movement of the streets. The sun was scarcely declined from its noon before she rode out of the city on a half bred horse of the spahls, swift as the antelope and as wild. with her only equipment some pistols in her holsters and a bag of rice and a skin of water slung at her saddlehow. She had a long route before her. She had many leagues to travel. and there were but four and twenty hours. she knew well. left to the man who was con- demned to death: four and twenty hours left open for appeal. no more. be- twixt the delivery and execution of the sentence. There were 50 miles be- tween her and her goal. Abd-el-Ka- der’s horse had once covered that space in three hours. so men of the army of d’Aumale had told her. She knew what they had done she could do. Once only she paused. to let her horse lie a brief while and cool his foam flaked sides and crop some short. sweet grass. Then she mounted again and again went on in her flight. The horse was reeking with smoke and foam and the blood was coursing from his ilanks as she reached her destination at last and threw herself off his saddle as he sank faint and quivering to the ground. Whither she had come was to a for- tress where the marshal of France. who was the vieeroy of Africa. had arrived that day in his progress of inspection throughout the province. She spoke quietly, but a certain sen- sation of awe and fear moved those who heard. They hesitated to take her message, to do her bidding. The one whom she sought was great and su- preme here as a king. They dreaded to approach his staff. to ask his audiâ€" 91108. Cigarette looked at them a moment, then loosened her cross and held it out to an adjntant standing beneath the gates. "Have a care of him and lead me to [110 chief.” ”Take that to the man who gave it me. Tell him Cigarette waits and with each moment that she waits a sol- dier‘s life is lost. Go!” A few minutes and the decoration was brought back to her and her de- mand was granted. The marshal. lean- ing : gainst a brass fieldpiece. turned to her with the smile in his keen, stern eyes. “What brings you here?” She came up to him with her rapid, leopardlike grace. and he started as he saw the change upon her features. She was covered with sand and dust and with the animal’s blood flocked foam. “Monseigneur, l have come from Al- giers since noon"â€" “From Algiers!” He and his officers echoed the name of the city in incredu- lous amaze. They knew how far from thmn down along the sea line the white town lay. “Since noon. to rescue a lifeâ€"the life of a great soldier. of a gniltless man. He who saved the honor of France at Zaraila is to die the death of mutineer at (1:1 wn!” "What! Your chasseur?” A dusky scarlet fire burned through the pallor of her face, but her eyes never (mailed. and the torrent of her eloquence returned under the pangs of shame that were beaten back under the noble instincts of her love. “Mine. slnce he is a soldier of France; yours. too, by that title. I am come here from Algiers to speak the truth in his name. and. by my cross. by my flag. by my France. I swear that not a hair of his head shall be touched, not a drop of blood In his veins shall be shed!" “You speak madly,” he said. with cold brevity. “The offense merits the chastisement. I shall not attempt to interfere.” “Hear me at least!” she cried, with passionate ferocity-the ferocity of a dumb animal wounded by a shot. “You do not know what this man is, how he has had to endure. I do. I have watch- ed him; I have seen the brutal tyranny of his chief, who hated him because the soldiers loved him; I have seen his patience. his obedience, his long suf- fering beneath insults that would have driven any other to revolt and murder; I have seen himâ€"I have told you how -â€"-at Zaraila, thinking never of death or of life, only of our flag. Look you! 1 have! seen him so tried that I told him -I, who love my army better than any mlng thing under the sunâ€"that I would forgive him if he forgot dun and dealt with his tyrant as man to man. And he always held his soul 11 patience. Why? Not because he tea:- eddeathâ€"he desired ltâ€"but because Wit. he loved ms comrades ano sunerea In peace and in silence lost. through him. they should M m! into evil." His eyes softened as he hoard her. but the lufiexihilfty of his mire never altered. “It is Y‘.";‘Z’:‘-S to argue with me." he said briefly. ”I nevvr change a sea- tom-e." “But I say that you shall!‘ As the audacious words were flung forth she looked him full in the eyes. while he: voice rang with its old imperious ma tory. “You are a great chief. You are as a monarch here. You hold the gifts and the grandeur of the empire. but because of that. because you are as France in my eyez. I swear. by the name of France. that you shall see justiee done to him after death if you canz‘ut in life. lâ€"o you know who is he. this man whom his comrades will shoot down at Sll"i'iSe as they shoot down the murderer and the ravisher in their crimes? He is a man who vindl- catni a woman’s L- :lOl‘. He is a man who suffers in his ! rother's place. lie is an aristocrat exil'w] to a martyrdom. He is a hero who has never been great- er than he will be great in his last hour. Read that! What you refuse to justice and mercy and courage and guiltlessness you will grant maybe to your order.” She forced lnto his hand the written statement of Cecil’s name and station. The French marshal glanced his eye on the fragment carelessly and coldly. As he saw the words he started and read on with wondering eagerness. “Royallieu!” he muttered. “Royal- lieu!” The years had been many since Cecil and he had met, but not so many but that the name brought memories of friendship with it and moved him with a strange emotion. “Thus: The day that you gave me the cross I saw Princess Corona. I hated her, and I went-no matter. From her I learned that he whom we call Louis Victor was of her rank, was of old friendship with her house. was exiled and nameless, but for some reason un- known to her. She needed to see him. I took the message for her. I sent him to her. He went to her tent. alone. at night. That was. of course. whence he came when Chateauroy met him. I doubt not the Black Hawk had some foul thing to hint of his visit and that the blow was struck for herâ€"for her! Well. in the streets of Algiers I saw a man with a face like his ownâ€"dif- ferent. but the same race. look you. I spoke to him. I taxed him. When he found that the one whom I spoke of was under sentence of death, he grew mad. IIe cried out that he was his brother and had murdered himâ€"â€"that it was for his sake that the cruelty of this exile had been borneLâ€"that if his brother perished he would be his de- stroyer. Then 1 bade him write down that paper. and I brought it hither to you that you might see that I have uttered the truth. And now is that man to be killed like a mad beast whom you fear? Is that death the re- ward li‘rance will give for Zaraila?" He turned with grave anxiety to Cig- arette. “You speak strangely. How came this in your hands?” As he heard he was visibly moved. He remembered the felon’s shame that in years gone by had fallen across the banished name of Bertie Cecil. The history seemed clear as crystal to him seen beneath the light shed on it from otlwr days. Ills hand fell heavily on the gun carriau .‘ The walking sick, what a crowd of them there are: Persons who are thin and weak but not sick enough to go to bed, “Chronic cases” that’s what the doctors call them, which in common English meansâ€"long sickness. To st0p the continued loss of flesh they need Scott’s Emulsion. For the feeling of weakness they need Scott’s Emulsion. It makes new flesh and gives new life to the weak system. Scott’s Emulsion gets thin and weak persons out of the rut. It makes new, rich blood, strengthens the nerves and gives appetite for ordinary food. Scott’s Emulsion can be taken as long as sickness lasts and do good all the time. There’s new strength and flesh in every dose. We will be glul to send you a few doses tree. Be sure that this picture in the found: label :0 ondu m of every bottle a! 111mm: you buy. SCOTT 6: BOWNE, shall I" As the “ Heavens! It the sentence. It must be deferred till we know the whole truth of this. If it be as it looks now, he shall be saved it the empire can save him." .“v vâ€" - She 130E561; in his eyes with a look that froze his very heart. -71.“; thonor," sh}: muttered. “his hon- or, if not his life.” “True. We will cleanse that It all other justice be too late.” v., vâ€" He understood her. He bowed his haughty head low down to hers. The answer was infinitely gentle. 1n- flnitely solemn. Then he turned and wrote his hurried order and bade his aid to go with it without a second's loss. But Cigarette caught it from his fast.” Slâ€"iZe-turned on him her beautiful wild eyes, in which the blinding. passionate tears were floating. "But. my child. you are worn out al- ready." “Do you think I would tarry for that? Ah. I wish that I had let them tell me of G ad. that I might ask him how to bless you! Quick. quick! Lend me your swiftest horse. one that will not tire. And send a second oulor by your aidâ€"de-camp. The Arabs may kill ine as I go, and then they will not know.” He stooped and touched her little brown. scorched. feverish hand with reverence. “My child, Africa has shown me much heroism, but none like yours. It you fall, he shall be safe. and France will know how to avenge its darling’o lossf’ Then. without another second'o pause, she flew from them and. vault- ing into the saddle of a young horse which stood without in the courtyard. rode once more. at full speed. out into the pitiiess blaze of the sun. out to the wasted desolation of the plains. The order of release. indeed. was in her bosom. but the chances were as a million to one that she would reach him with it in time. ere. with the ris- ing of the sun, his life would have set forever. All the horror of remorse was on her. To her nature the bitter jealousy in which she had desired vengeance on him seemed to have rendered her, a nuirdcress. She loved himâ€"loved him with an exceeding passionâ€"and only in this extremity. when it was confronted with the imminent-e of death, did the fullness and the greatness of that love make their way out of the petulant pride and the wounded vanity which had obscured them. She had been ere now a child and a hero. Beneath this blow which struck at him she changed â€"she became a woman and a martyr. And she rode at full speed through the night. as she had done through the daylight. her eyes glancing all around in the keen instinct of a trooper. her hand always on the butt of her belt pistol. Her brain had no sense. her hands had no feeling, her eyes had no sight. The rushing as of waters was loud on her ears. and the glddiuess of fasting and of fatigue sent the gloom eddying round and round. like a whlrl- pool of shadow. Yet she had remem- brance enough left to ride on and on and on without once flinching from the agonies that racked her cramped limbs and throhhed in her beating temples. She had remembrance enough to strain her blind eyes toward the east and murmur, in her terror of that whit. (lawn that must soon break. the only prayer that had been ever uttered by the lips no mother’s kiss had ever touched: “O God. keep the day back!" “Dog's Body” and “Dandy Funk.” “Biscuits, or, as they are familiarly called at sea, ‘pantiles,’ are served out with a liberal hand." says Charles Protheroe in “Life in the Mercantile Marine.” “To make a satisfying meal of them would occupy all the watch below, for, being as hard as nails. mas- tication is necessarily a slow operation. To obviate this difficulty they are placed in a small canvas bag and by dint of much pounding reduced to a powder. Sumcient liquid. sometimes pea soup that is left over from dinner. is mixed with this until it becomes a paste. 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