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Toma. ‘9 ' S.m.000 Looking around, she had the grace to blush becomingly and approached Mau- vflle with an expressive gesture, 19". in: Adonis and Kate at the table. T‘Don’t be shocked, Mr. Mauvme,” uhe began‘hnrriedly. “We were told it was among the sights. and. having nat- nnl cadmium: - an. “I L‘. A. She was now silent as u, innusu. glimpse of some beauty with full. ddrk eye. \‘enders of tlowers importuned the passersby. doing a brisk business: the oyster and coffee stands reminded the spectator of a thoroughfare in Lon- don on a Saturday night. with the peo ple congregating about the street stalls. but the brilliantly lllutnined places of amusement. with their careless patrons plainly apparent to all from without. resembled rather a boulevard scene in the metropolis of France. “Probably." says a skeptical chronicler. “here and there are quiet drawing rooms and tranquil flresides. where domestic love From the life of the streets the land baron turned into a well lighted en- trance. passing into a large. luxurious- ly furnished saloon. at one end of which stood a table somewhat resem- bling a roulette board. Seated on one side was the phlegmatic cashier and opposite him the dealer. equally im- passive. Unlike taro, the popular New Orleans game. no deal box was needed. the dealer holding the cards in his hand, while a cavity in the center of the table contained a basket, where the cards, once used, were thrown. A large chandelier cast a brilliant light upon the scene. “Oh, dear!" said a light feminine voice as the rapacious rake unceremo- niously drew in a poor. diminutive pile of gold. “Why did I play? Isn’t it pro-' voking?” “Messienrs. taites vos Jeux,” drawled the monotonous voice of the dealer, and expectation was keenly written on the faces of the double circle of players. As the dealer began to shame together six packs of cards and place them in a row on the table he called out: ”Nothing more goes, gentlemen i” The rapidity with which the cashier counted the winnings at a distance and shoved them here and there with the long rate was amazing and bewilder- ing to the novice risking a few gold pieces for the first time .on the altar of “You have my sympathy, Mistress Susan,” breathed a voice near her. is a chaste. presiding goddess.” Rut the writer merely presumes such might have been the case, and it is evident from his manner of expression he offers the suggestion or afterthought chari- tably, with some doubts in his mind. Certainly he never personally encoun- tered the chaste goddess of the hearth or he would have qualified his words and made his statement more positive. Soldiers who had been granted leave of absence or had slipped the guard at the camp on Andrew Jackson’s battle ground swaggered through the streets. The change from a diet of pork and beans and army hard tack was so marked that Uncle Sam’s young men threw restraint to the winds, took the mask balls by storm and gallantly as» sailed and made willing prisoners of the fair sex. Eager to exchange their irksome life in camp for the active campaign in Mexico, it was small won- der they relieved their impatience by many a valiant dash into the hospita- ble town. CHAPTER XXII. HE city, bustling and animated by day. like an energetic house- wife. was at night :1 gay de- molsellc. awakening to new life and emiten1ent.The clerk betook blnm li’ to his bowling or billiards and the [111-1-llzllli(° to the circus. while beau- ty and fashion repaired to the concert mum m‘ m the Opera l’rzlncals to listen to il-ll"‘.'}‘ or Dmfizvttl. Restless Amer- imuh «12' Il'ishuwn l'lllzlmd elbows With the harming Heurhnmn or Spaniard. and the dignified creole gentleman of leisure alone was wrapped in a pleni- tude of dignity. computing probably the interest he drew on money loaned these assiduous foreigners. Carriages drove by with a rumble and a clatter, revealing a fleeting why should not one go “Some time ago. while 1 was acting in London." resumed Susan thought- fully. “the leading lady refused to re- ceive the attentions of a certain odious English lord. She was to make her ap- pearance in a piece upon which her rep- utation was staked. Mark what hap- pened. She was hissed-hissed from the stage. My lord led this hostile demonstration, and all his hired elao queurs joined in. She was ruined: ru- Sort of the rnilitary tribunal appointed to investigate the charges against your kinsman, Lieutenant Saint-Prosper, and regret the finding of the court should have been one of guilty of treason. "We have both had a good deal to try 119. haven’t we? But how stupid men are!" she added suddenly. "As if you could not find other consolation !" He directed toward her an Inquiring glance. Maurine looked virulent. but Susan. feelim: that she had retaliated in_ mn- ple measure. recovered her usual equzmimity of temper and placed a conciliatory hand sympathetieally on hisnrm. ined !” She opened her eyes widely. “I have suggested no plan.” she interrupted hurriedly. a private messenger of the governor whose seal it bore. Dated about three years previously, it was written in a somewhat illegible but not nnlntelllgl- ble scrawl, the duke’s own handwrit- ably. “You are ingenious. Mistress Susan. not to say a trifle diabolical. Your plan”â€" “Well, let us sit down, and i will tell you about a French officer whoâ€" But here is a quiet corner, Mistress Susan, and if you will promise not to repeat it I will regale you with a bit of interest- ing gossip." For such a frivolous lady Susan was an excellent listener. She who on oc- casions chattered like a magpie was now silent as a mouse, drinking in the other's words with parted lips and sparkling eyes. First he showed her the letter Francois had brought him. Unmarked by postal indications, the missive had evidently been intrusted to "‘I send you, my dear marquis," be- gan the duke,__‘fa copyApf thg secret re- “Don’t,” she whispered. “I am not to blame. I never dreamed it would go so far. Why should people”â€" “Why ?” he interposed ironically. Susan pulled herself together. “Yes. why?" she repeated defiantly. “Can women prevent men from making tools of themselves any more than they can prevent them from amusing themselves as they will? Today it is this toy. to- morrow another. At length”‘â€"bittei‘ly â€"â€"“a woman comes to consider herself only a toy." Ilvr vmnpzmion rvgurdud her curious- ly. "W011, well!" he ejaculated finally. ”Losing at curds doesn't agreo with you 1° tmuper." “Saint-Prosper and Abl-eloKader met near the tomb of a mambont. From him the French emcer received a fa- mous ruby which he thrust beneath his reboot. the first tee of their compact. “Why, indeed?” she murmured. “But I’m afraid I’m taking you from your play ‘2” _ A- "â€"_ 5"'" “I’m not going to play any more to- night." . “Tired already '2” “No; butâ€"but I haven’t a cent. That miserable table has robbed me of ev- erything. All I have left”-piteously- “are the clothes on my back.” :‘II' pro-misc; they always do.” Ihe laughed. ".\'m' {wing worstml by Saint-Prosper with yours." she rotortm] quickly. “How ?” in dismay. “Didn’t that sto- ny looking man rake in my last gold piece? He didn’t even look sorry, ei- ther. But what is the matter with your arm ?” The land baron’s expression be- came ominous. “You shook hands with your left hand. Oh. I see; the duel!" “How did you hear about it?” asked Mauviiie irritably. “Just so!” be agreed. “But it might have been worse." “Oh, that affair with the young otfi~ cer, the lad who was killed in the duel. you know”â€" "‘01), in a roundabout way. Murder will out! And Constanceâ€"she was so solicitous about Mr. Saint-Prosper, but rather proud. I believe, because he”â€" wlth a laughâ€" -“came off victorious.” “That is more than people do in your case,” muttered the land baron sav- agely. Susan’s hand trembled. “What do you mean?” she asked. not Without ap- prehension regarding his answer. Her composure forsook her for the moment, and she bit her lip cruelly. Susan’s prattle. although accompa- nied by innocent glances from her blue eyes. was sometimes the most irritating thing in the world. and the land baron, zoaded beyond endurance. now threw at! his careless manner and swore in an undertone by “every devil in Satan’s calendar." “I forgive you," raising her guileless eyes. “When I think of the provocaâ€" tion I do not blame you so much.” “Can you not reserve your soliloquy until you leave me?” observed Susan sweetly. “Otherwise"â€" “I régret to have shocked your lady- ship,” he murmured satirically. concluded Susan. smmng ami- them; they swarmed within. The soi- diers. surprised, could render little re- sistance. The ruthless ill'cz‘ulv“: cut them down while they were sleeping or before they could sound the alarm. The bravest blood of France flowed lavishly in the face of the treacherous onslaughtâ€"blood of men who had been his fastest friends. among whom he had been so popular for his dauntless courage and devil-may-care temerity. But a period. fearfnlly brief. and the beloved tricolor was trampled in the dust. The barbarian flag of the emir floated in its place. As Mauville proceeded Susan re- mained motionless. but when be con- cluded she leaned back with a pleased smile. “Well?” he said finally. “H'ow piquantly wicked he is!" she exclaimed. “Piquantly. indeed!” repeated the land baron. Saiut-Prosper pluwd in the terribk- drama Abd-el-Iiuder._wbo is now our â€"- “â€"â€" prisoner. has himself confessed. The necessity for secrecy you. my dear marquis. will appreciate. The publicity of the affair now would work incalcu- lable injury to the nation. It is imper- ative to preserve the army from. the taint of scandal. The nation hangs on a thread. God knows there is iniquity abroad. I. who have labored for the honor of France and planted her flag in distant lands. look for defeat not through want of bravery. but from in- ternal causes. A matter like this might lead to a popular uprising against the army. Therefore the king wills it shall be buried by his faithful servants." “And he carries it without a twinge! What a petrified conscience! That ac- counts tor his unwillingness to talk about Africa,” went on Susan. “Sol- diets, as a rule, you know, like to tell all about their sanguinary eXploits. But the tented field was a forbidden topic with him. And once when I asked him about Algiers he was almost rude- ly evasive.” “How strange my marquis should be connected with the case! What an old compliment monger he was! He vowed he was deeply smitten with me.” “And then went home and took to his bed!” added Mauville grimly. “You wretch!” said the young wom- an playfully. “So that is the reason the dear old molly coddle did not take me to any of the gay suppers he promised? Is it not strange Saint-Prosper has not met him ?” ‘ Send for free sample. SCOTT BOWNE. Chemists. Toronto. - _ Ontario. “You forget the marquis has been confined to his room since his brief, but disastrous, courtship of you. His in- fatuation seems to have brought him to the verge of dissolution.” “He probably lives in constant fear his secret will become known,” said Mauville thoughtfully. “As a matter of fact. the law provides that no per- son is to be indicted for treason unless within three years after the offense. The tribunal did not return an indict- ment. The three years have just ex- pired. Did he come to America to make sure of these three years?" But Susan’s thoughts had flitted to another feature of the story. “Was it not worth the price ?” she re- torted, rising. “But I see my sister and Adonis are going, so I must be off too. So glad to have met you !” “You are no longer angry with me?” “No; you are very nice,” she said. “And you have forgiven me?" In thousafnds of cases Scott’s Emulsion has proven to be the right food for soft bones in childhood. “Need you ask?” pressing her “Good evening, Mistress Susan!" “Good evening. Oh. by the way, I have an appointment with Constance to rehearse a little scene together this evening. Would you mind loaning me that letter ?” Scott’s Emulsion is the right treatment for soft bones in children. Little closes everyday give the stiffness and shape that healthy bones should have. “With pleasure; but remember your promise.” Bow legs become straighter, loose jomts grow stronger and firmness comes to‘ the soft heads. Wrong food caused the troublge. Righ} {09d will gure it. “Promise?” repeated the young wo- man. “Not to tell.” “Oh, of course,” said Susan. “But if you shouldn’t”â€" “Then?” “Then you might say the marquis, your friend and admirer, gave you the letter. It would. perhaps, be easier for you to account for it than for me." Susan’s feet fairly danced as she flew toward the St. Charles and burst into Constance’s room. hrimful of news and importance. She remained there for Soft and crooked bones mean bad feeding. Call the disease rickets if you want to. The growing Child must eat the right food for growth. Bones. must have bone food, blond must have blood food and so on through the list. @mumamm pressing her hand. some time, and when she left it we] notewm'thy her spirits were still high. ed; the confusion of voices from vend- ers hovering near the gallery entrance, imparted a cosmopolitan atmosphere to the surroundings. “You’d think some well known player was going to appear, Francois!” grum- bled the marquis u be thrust his head sets up his stage in the courtyard beneath the windows of mortals, takes out his figures and evolves charming comedies, stirring melodramas. spirit- “Let it be the debut, then! Perhaps she will fail. and that will amuse me." “Yes, my lord." “And. by the way. Francois, did you see anything of a large envelope. :1 but colored envelope. I thought I left in my secretary ?" Arriving at the theater, he was sur- prised at the scene of animationâ€"the line of carriages. the crowd about the doors and in the entrance hall. Evlo dently the city eagerly sought novelty. and Barnes' company. offering new di- version atter many weeks of opera. drew a fair proportion of pleasure seek- ers to the portals of the drama. The noise of rattling wheels and the bang- ing of carriage doors, the aspect of many fair ladies, irreproachably gown- ed harleqnlnades and moving diver- tisement. But it is in tragedy his con- struotive ability i: especially appar- cut, and his charm-f ~rs. tripping along unsuspectingly in in sunny byways. are suddenly controv' ted by the terrify- ing mask and rea;..:e life is not all pleasant pastime av. I that the Greek philosophy of retrA'nltlon is nature’s law. preserving the mities. When the time comes the ma- er of events. ado justing them in pro-m-ibed lines, reach- es by stern obligation the avoidless con- clusi ,n. “Francois," he said, “what is there at the theater tonight?" “Comic opera, my lord.” The marquis made a grlmace. “Com- ic opera outside of Paris!" he exclaim- ed, with a shrug of the shoulders. “Too much excitement is dangerous. is it?” he mumbled. “I am afraid there will be none at all. A stage struck young woman. a dolHlke race proba- bly, a milk and water performance: Now, in the old days actors were art. ists. Yes, artists!" be repeated as if he had struck a chord that vibrated in his memory. CHAPTER XXIII. VEBSATILE dramatic poet in grim Destiny, making with equal facility tragedy, farce, burletta, mask or mystery. The world is his inn. and, like the wandering master of interludes. he Consulting no law but his own will. the Marquis de Ligne had lived as though he were the autocrat of fate it- self instead of one of its servants. and therefore was surprised when the ven- erable playwright prepared the unex- pected denouement. In pursuance of this end, it was decreed by the imperi- ous and incontrovertible dramatist ot the human family that this crabbed. “A new actress makes her debut at the St. Charles." “No. my lord." But Francois became tust a shade paler. By this time the servant’s knees be~ gan to tremble, and had the marquis' eyesight been better he could not have failed to detect the other’s agitation. But the valet assumed a bold front as heasked: “Why should I have stolen it?! “True, why,” grumbled the marquis. “It would be of no service to' you. No; you didn’t take it. I believe you hon- est in this case.” “Thank you, my lord.” “After all, what does it matter?” muttered the nobleman to himself. “What’s in a good name today. with traitors within and traitors without? 'Tis love's labor lost to have protected it. We’ve fostered a military nest of traitors. The scorpions will be faith- ful to nothing but their own ends. They’ll fight for any master.” Recalled to his purpose of attending the play by Francois' bringing from the wardrobe sundry articles of attire. the marquis underwent an elaborate toilet. recovering his good humor as this complicated operation proceeded. Indeed by the time it had reached a triumphant end and the valet had set the marquis before a mirror the latter had forgotten his dissatisfaction at the government in his pleasure with him- self. “Impossible !” he murmured. vicious, antiquated marionette should wend his way to the St. Charles on a particular evening. Since the day at the races the eccentric nobleman had been ill and confined to his room, but now he was beginning to bobble around, and. immediately with return- ing strength, sought diversion. “It is strange," said the marquis bait to himself, “what could have become of it. I destroyed other papers, but not that. You are sure, Francois. you did not steal it?” Gratitude of a Doc. Olive 'l‘horm- .\ii.’:»r tells of n (log which belonged it: a colonial family and was particularly noted for his an- tipathy to Indians. whom he delighted to track. On Olw campaign against the French this dug insisted on accom- panying his master. although his feet were in a terrible condition from haV» ing been frozen during the previous winter. During tlw .ight which ended in the famous Brmzdock's defeat he became separated from his master. and the latter. supposing him killed. went home without him. Some weeks later however, the dog appeared in his old home. which was many miles from the battlefield. He was tired and worn. but over his sore feet soft moccasins were fastened. showing that ho had been among Indians and that they had takenespecialpains tohekindtohill. Thereafter. though he showed asst joy sthaingacain aluminum..- pie. neither threats not henna u our issues hi- to track as In“. . out of his carriage. “Looks like a the- ater on? the Strand. And there’s an on- ange girl, adusky Peggy !" U ‘â€" ‘cod ' The vehicle of the nobleman drew up betone the brilliantly lighted entrance. Mmcingly the marquis dismounzed. nu- slsted by the valet. Within be we: met by a loge director. who with the. Mrs of a ("Ilesterfleld bowed the P909“ in and 01. .. “You are your mother over again. my dear! If she were only here now! But Where is Saint-Prosper? He has not yet congratulated you? Be. our good genius. whose generosity has made all this possible!” And Barnes half tnrnmi. when she placed a detaining hand on his arm. “No. no!" “Why. my dear. have you and lw"~ “Is it not enough that you are pit-as- ed?” replied Constance hastily. \t'ifh 1 glance so shining he forgot all furtlur remonstrances. “Pleased!" exvluiuu-d Barnes. "\‘.'II,\‘ I feel as guy as Mourns! But we‘ll slug Te Deum later 2:: :he festive hUui' ' Go now and get roudy !" “Would you spoil me?" she interrupt ed tenderly. “Humphl Not a had stage presence!” he thought. “Probably plenty of beau- ty. with a paucity of talent! That’s the way nowadays. The voiceâ€"why, where have I heard it before? A beau- tiful voice! What melody, what pow- er, what richness! And the face"â€" Here be wiped the moisture from his glasses. “It the face is equal to the voice she has an unusual combination in an artist." Again he elevated the glass. Sud- denly his attenuated frame straight- ened, his hand shook violently. and the glasses tell from his nerveless fingers. When the curtain went down on the first act there was a storm of applause. and Constance as Adrienne [econ- vreur, radiant in youth and the knowl- edge of success. was called out several times. In the loges all the lattices were pushed up, “a compliment to any player." said Straws. To the marquis the ladies in the loges were only remi- niscent of the fashionable dames with bare shoulders and glittering jewels in the side hoxes of old Drury Lane lean- ing from their high tribunals to ap- plaud the Adrienne of twenty years He did not sit in a theater in New Orleans now, but in London town. with a woman by his side who bent beneath the storm of words she knew were di- rected at her. Overwrought and excitable. he did not dare remain for the latter portion of the drama. never leave before the last not. he told himself. and. dazed by the reappearance of that vision. tlse old man falrly staggered from the Ema; “Your ticket. air." said this courteous Individual. scraping unusuuily low. Th6 marquis waved his hand toward his man. and Francois produced the bits or pastebonrd. Escorted to his box, the nobleman settled himself in an easy chair, after which be stared im- pndently and inquisitively around him. Having taken note of his surround- ings to his satisfaction. the marquis at length condescended to turn his eye- glass deliberately and quizzically to the stage. His sight was not the best, and he gazed for some time before dis- cerning a graceful figure and a pure, oval face, with dark hair and eyes. “Impossible!” he murmured. But the melody of those tones continued to tail upon his ears like a voice from the past. They were applauding now, or was it but the mocking echo of the past? The curtain had descended, but went up again. and the actress stood with flow- ers showered around her. Save that she was in the springtime of life. while the other had entered summer’s season; that her art was tender and romantic rather than overwhelming and tragic. she was the counterpart of the actress he had deserted in London. a faithful prototype. hearing the mother’s eyes. brow and features: a moving. living picture of the dead, as though the grave had rolled back its stone and she had stepped forth. young once more. trusting and innocent. Could it be possible it was but a likeness his imagination had convvrtmi Into such vivid resvmblance? The curtain fell for the last time, and Barnes. with exultatlon. stood watch- ing in the wings. 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