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ONTAR I O. “Yesâ€"more’s the pity,” said Chan- rellon, who spoke his thoughts as has- tily as a hand grenade scatters its pow- der. “The Black Hawk hates himâ€" God knows whyâ€"and he is kept down in consequence. as if he were the idlest lout or the most incorrigible rebel in the service. Look at what he has done. All the bureaus will tell you there is not a finer soldier in Africa. His limbs are slashed all cover with Bedouin steel. He rode once 20 leagues to deliver dispatches with a spear- head in his side and fell in a dead faint out of his saddle just as he gave them up to the commandant’s own hands.- He saved the day two years ago at Granaila. We should have been cut to pieces as sure as destiny if he had not collected a handful of broken chasseurs together and rallied them and rated them and lashed them with their shame till they dashed with him to a man into the thickest of the fight and pierced the Arabs’ center and gave us breathing room till we all charged together and beat them back like a herd of ackals. There are a hundred more li ’e stories of him- every one of them true as my saber- and in reward he has just been made a corporal !” . “Superb!” said the general, with grim significance. “Twelve years in fire under Napoleon he would have been at the head of a brigade. But. then”â€" and the veteran drank his absinth with a regretful melancholyâ€"“but, then, Na- poleon read his men himself and never read them wrong. It is a divine gift that. for commanders.” “'A private of Chateauroy’s, eh ‘2" asked the tirailleur. lifting his eye- glass to watch the chasseur as he went. “The Black Hawk can read, too,” said Chanrellon meditatively. It was the nickname that Chateauroy had gained long before, and by which he was best known through the army. “No eyes are keener than his to trace a general in embryo. But where he hates he strikes beak and talonsâ€"pong -â€"till the thing drops dead even when he strikes a bird of his own brood.” “That is had.” said the old general sententiously. “There are four people who should have no personal likes or dislikes. They are an innkeeper, a schoolmaster. :1 ship's skipper and a .90 military c-hiei. .\le:mwhi!e the chasseur went his way through me cosmopolitan groups of the great square. A little farther onward. laughing. snmking. chatting, eating ices outside a cafe chantant, were a gronp of Englishmen. :1 yacht- ing party Whose schooner lay in the harbor. He lingered a moment and lighted a fusee. just for the sake of hearing the old familiar words. But one of them looks-«l at him curiously and earnestly. "'l‘he deuce!” he mur- mured to the man nearest him. “Who the (lichens is that French soldier ouoo‘l0000oozooo .00 ‘flo o I 00 o o o o a o 00. o o I 08- o .000 0c .auv......a..w... 4w 9.... ....r... .........u...... hvvnmuz u... arena... wmuwwuwmmhmfifiwvwwwunmananwuwwb The French soldier heard and, with the cigar in his teeth, moved away quickly. He was uneasy in the cityâ€" uneasy lmt he should be recognized by any passerby or tourist. “I need not fear that. though." he thought, with a smile. He was ”dead.” Therein had lain :11“! his security; there- by bad Beauty of the Brigades been buried beyond all discovery in Bel-a- faire-peur of the Second Chasseurs d’Afrique. When on the Marseilles rails, during his ride toward Africa, the maceration and slaughter of as terrible an accident as ever befell a train rush- ing through midnight darkness at head- long speed had left himself and the one man faithful to his fortunes unharmed by little less than a miracle, he had seen in the calamity the surest screen from discovery or pursuit. like? Leaving the baggage where it was jammed among the debris, he had struck across the country with Rake for the few leagues that still lay be- tween them and the city and had en- tered Marseilles as weary foot travel- ers before half the ruin on the rails had been seen by the full noon sun. He then crossed unnoticed to Algeria, while through Europe the tidings went that the mutilated form crushed be- tween iron and wood on the Marseilles line was his and that he had perished in that awful, ink black, sultry south- ern night, when the rushing trains had met as meet the thunderclouds. He was drafted into the French army un- der two of his Christian names, which happily had a foreign soundâ€"Louis Victorâ€"and laid aside forever his iden- tity as Bertie Cecil. From the extremes of luxury, indo- lence, indulgence. pleasure and extrav- agance Cecil came to the extremes of hardship, poverty, discipline, sufiering and toil. From a life where every sense was gratified he came to a life where every privation was endured. He had led the fashion; he came where he had to bear without a word the curses, oaths and insults of a corporal or a lieutenant. He had been used to every delicacy and delight; he came where he had to take the coarse black bread of the army as a rich repast. The severity and the dangers of the campaign with the trench army nan mused the sleeping lion in him and made him as fine a soldier as ever ranged under any flag. He had suffer- ed, braved, resented, fought, loved, hated, endured and even enjoyefl here in Africa witli a. force and vividncss UNDER Two FLAGS By “ ovum .. that he had never dreamed possimu :1: his calm. passionless world of other days. As he went now in the warmth of the afterglow he turned up in to the Rue Babazoum and paused before the on- trance of a narrow, dark, tumble down, picturesque shop. tor!” Cecil, at the words, crossed the sill and entered. “Have you sold any?” he asked. There was a slight constraint and hes- itation in the words, as of one who can never fairly bend his spirit to the yoke of barter. A. cunning, wizen head peered out at him from the gloom. The little, hideous, wrinkled, dwarf- like creature, a trader in curiosities, grinned with a certain gratification in disappointing this lithe limbed. hand- some chasseur. “Not one. The toys don’t take. Dag- gers, now, or anything made out of spent balls and flissas one can tell an Arab story about go off like wildfire, but your ivory bagatelles are no sort of use.” “Very wellâ€"no matter,” said Cecil simply as he paused a moment before some delicate little statuettes and carv- ings, miniature things carved out of a piece of ivory or a block of marble the size of a horse’s hoof; slender cruci- fixes, wreaths of foliage, branches of Wild fig, figures of Arabs and Moors, dainty heads of dancing girls and tiny chargers ' fretting like Bucephalus. They were perfectly conceived and ex- ecuted. He had always had a D’Orsay- like gift that way, though, in common with all his gifts, he had utterly neg- lected all culture of it until cast adrift on the world. He lingered a moment. with regret in his eyes. He had scarcely a sou in his pocket, and he had wanted some money sorely that night for a com- rade dying of a lung wound, a noble fellow, a French artist, who in an evil hour of desperation had joined the army. “You will not buy them yourself?" he asked at length, the color flushing in his face. He would not have pressed the question to save his own life from starving, but Leon Ramon would have no chance of a fruit or a lump of ice to cool his parched lips and still his ago- nized retching unless he himself could get money. “Myself!” screeched the dealer, with a derisive laugh. “Ask me to give you my Whole stock next, Mr. Corporal! These trumperies will lie on hand for a. year.” Cecil went out of the place Without a word. His thoughts were with Leon Ramon. and the insolence scarce touch- ed him. “How shall I get him the ice?” he wondered. “If I had only one of the lumps that used to float in our claret As he left the den a military fairy, all gay with blue and crimson, like the fuchsia bell she most resembled, with a meerschaum in her scarlet lips and a world of wrath in her bright black eyes. dashed past him into the dark- ness Within, and before the dealer knew or dreamed of her tossed up the old man’s little shriveled frame like a shuttlecock, shook him till he shook like custards, flung him upward and caught him and set him down bruised, breathless and terrified out of his Wits. With which exordium she shook her culprit at every epithet, emptied out a shower of gold and silver just won at play from the bosom of her uniform, forced it into the dealer’s hands. hurled him out or his own door. and drew her cup! “Ah, cur!” cried Cigarette, with a. volley of slang utterly untranslatable. “That is how you treat your betters, is it? Miser, monster, crocodile, serpent! He wanted the money, and you refused it? Ah-h-h, son of satan. you live on other men’s miseries! Run after him, quick, and give him this and this and this and this and say you were only “Have you sold any?” he asked. in jest and that the things were worth a sheik’s ransom. Stay, you must not give him too much or he will know it is not you-viper! Run quick, and breathe a word about me if you dare, one whisper only, and my spahis shall cut your throat from ear to ear! Off, or you shall have a bullet to quicken your steps! Misers dance well when pistols play the minuetl” “Ah, ha! Good even, Corporal Vic- 7n pretty weapon with a clash from “Run for your life, and do just what I bid you or a shot shall crash your skull in as sure as my name is Ciga- rette!” The little dealer flew as fast as his limbs would carry him, clutching the coins in his horny hands. He was ter- rified to a mortal anguish and had not thought at resisting or disobeying her. He knew the fame of Cigaretteâ€"an who did notâ€"knew that size: would fire at a man as carelessly as at a eat, more carelessly. in truth. for she favored cats. The dealer ran with all the speed of terror and overtook Cecil, who was go- ing slowly onward to the barracks. “Are you serious?” he asked in sur- prise at the large amount as the little dealer panted out apologies. entreaties and protestations of his only having been in jest and of his fervently desir- ing to buy the carvings at his own price, as he knew of a great collector in Paris to Whom he needed to send them. “Serious! Indeed am I serious,” plead- ed the curiosity trader, turning his head in agonized -fear to see if the vivandiere’s pistol was behind him. “The things will be worth a great deal to me where I shall send them again, and, though they are but bagatelles, what is Paris itself but one bagatelle? Take the money, I pray you, take the money!” Cecil looked at him a moment. He saw the man was in earnest and thought but little of his repentance and trepidation, for the citizens were all afraid of slighting or annoying a sol- dier. “So be it. Thank you,” he said as he stretched out his hand and took the cotns, not without a keen pang of the old pride that would not wholly be stilled, yet gladly for the sake of the chasseur dying yonder, growing deliri- ous and retching the blood off his lungs in want of one touch of the ice that was spoiled by the ton weight to keep cool the wines and the fish of Chateau- roy. “In love? Parbleu! I detest the fel- low!” said Cigarette, with fiery scorn and as hot an oath. “You did it? That is well. Now, see here. One word of me now or ever after. and there is a little present that will come to you hot and quick from Cigarette,” said the little Friend of the Flag. The unhappy dealer shuddered and shut his eyes as she held a bullet close to his sight, then dropped it with an ominous thud in her pistol barrel. Cigarette tossed back her pretty head. that was curly and spirited and shapely as‘ any thoroughbred spaniel’s; a superb glance flashed from her eyes, a superb disdain sat on her lips. "Truly? Then Why give your napo- Imus”â€" “You are a trader: you know nothing of our code under the tricolor. We follow soldiers are too proud not to aid even an enemy when he is in the right, and Franco always arms for justice!” "Is that the nu I revenge myself? Ah. bah! I deserve to be killed! When he called me , unsexedâ€"unsexedâ€"un- sexed"â€"and with each repetition of the infamous word, so bitter because vaguely admitted to be true, she flung one of the ivory wreaths on to the pavement and stamped on it with her spurred heel until the carvings were ground into powdered ‘ fragmentsâ€" staxnped as though it were a living foe, and her steel bound foot were treading out all its life with burning hate and pitilcss venom. “Not a syllable, never a syllable,” he stammered, “and if I had known you were in love with him”â€" With which magnificent peroration she swept all the carvingsâ€"they were rightfully hersâ€"off the table. “They will light my cooking fire,” she said contemptuously as she vaulted lightly over the counter into the street and pirouetted along the slope of the cm vded Babazoum. Finally, she whirled herself into a dark, deserted arc-hway a little out of the town and dropped on a stone block as a swallow tired of flight drops on to a bough. A. box an the ears sent him across his own counter. In the met her passion exhausted itself. as the evil of such warm. im- petuous, tender natures will: she was very still, and looked at the ruin she had done with regret and a touch of contrition. ‘ It was very prettyâ€"and cost him u eeks of labor. p xhaps ” she thought. Disorder reigned supreme, but disor- der. although a disheveled goddess, is very often a picturesque one and more of an artist than her better trained sisters, and the disorder was brighten- ed with a thousand vivid colors and careless touches that blended in confu- sion to enchant a painter’s eyes. The . men,‘ cross legged on their little hard couches, worked away with the zest of those who work for the few coins that alone will get them the food, the draft of wine, the hour’s mirth and indul- gence at the estaminet, to which they , look across the long. stern probation of discipline and maneuver. In the midst , sat Rake, tattooing with an eastern f skill the skin of a great lion that a year : before he had killed in single combat '1 in the heart of Oran, having watched ‘% for the beast 12 nights in vain, high perched on a leafy crest of rock above 3 a water course. While he worked his ; tongue flew far and fast over the camp slangrthe slams .of all. nations came ' l M I til: ‘ of 1 ! :m i Ch: 3 c- !,\'\‘ l t ! 5 l l And. lost in a musing pity. Ciga- rette forgot her vow of vengeance. HE chamhree of the chasseurs was bright and clean in the : morning lightâ€"in common ‘ with all Algerian barrack rooms as unlike the harrack rooms of the ordinary army as Cigarette. with her debonair deviltry. smoking on a gun wagon, was unlike a trim Nor- mandy soubrette, sewing on a bench in the Tuileries gardens. CHAPTER V. easy to him-111i volu‘ble‘ 'éonversation with the chassenr next him. who was making a fan out of feathers that any peeress might have signaled with at the opera. Apart, at the head of the chambree, sat Cecil. The banter; the songs, the laughter, the chorus of tongues. went on unslackened by his presence. He had cordial sympathies with the sol- diers. with those men who had been his followers in adversity and danger, and in whom he had found. despite all their occasional ferocity and habitual recklessness, traces and touches of the noblest instincts of humanity. His heart was with them always. as his purse, and his wine and his bread were alike shared ever among them. The laughter, the work and the clat- ter of conflicting tongues were at their height. Cecil sat. now listening. now losing himself in thought. while he gave the last tom-h to the carvings be- fore him. They were a set of chessmen which it had taken him years to find materials for and to perfect. The white men were in ivory. the black in walnut, and were two opposing squad- rons of French troops and of mounted Arabs. St00ping over them he did not notice the doors open at the end of the chambree until a sudden silence that fell on the babble and uproar round him made him look up. Then he rose and gave the salute with the rest of his discomfited and awe stricken troopers. Chateauroy. with a brilliant party. had entered. The colonel flashed an eagle glance round. “Fine discipline! You shall go \and do this pretty work at Beylick! The soldiers stood like hounds that see the lash. They knew that he was like enough to carry out his threat, though they were doing no more than they had always tacit if not open per- mission to do. Cecil advanced and fronted him. “Mine is the blame, sir." He spoke simply, gently, boldly. standing with the ceremony that he never forgot to show to their chief. and his eyes met the dark glance of the Black Hawk unflinchingly. He never heeded that there was a gay, varied, numerous group behind Cha- teauroy, visitors who were looking over the barrack. He only heeded that his soldiers were unjustly attacked and menaced. The marquis gave a grim. significant smile that cut like so much cord of the scourge. “Whenever there is lnsubordination in the regiment the blame is very cer- tain to be yours! Corporal, if you al- low your chambree to be turned into the riot of a public fair you will soon find yourself degraded from the rank you so signally contrive to disgrace.” Cecil stood mute. bearing the rebuke as it became a corporal to hear his com- mander’s anger. A very keen observer might have seen that a faint flush rose over the sun tan of his face and that his teeth clinched under his heard. but he let no other sign escape him. 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In... his lion skin and longed to 'be once free to pull his chief down as lions pull in the death spring. he went to his place at the farther end of the chamber and stood. keeping his eyes on the chess carvings lest the control which was so bitter to retain should be broken it he looked on at the man who had been the curse and the antagonist of his whole life in Algeria. A voice woke him from his reverie. "Are those beautiful carvings yours?" He looked up. and in the gloom of the alcove where he stood he saw a woman's eyes resting on him. proud. lustrous eyes. a little haughty. very thoughtful. yet soft withal as the deep- est hue of deep waters. He bowed to her with the old grace of manner that had so amused and amazed the little vivandiere. “Yes. madame; they are mine." “Ah. what wonderful skill!" She took the white king. an Arab ; sheik on his charger. in her hand and i turned to those about her. speaking at } its beauties and its workmanship in a i voice low. very melodious. ever so ' slightly languid. that fell on Cecil’s ear I like a chime of long forgotten music. YOur Liver Want your moustache or heard a beautiful brown or rich black? Use He looked at her, at the gleam or the brilliant hair, at the arch of the proud brows, at the dreaming. imperial eyes. It was a face singularly dazzling. im- pressive and beautiful at all times. most so of all in the dusky shadows 0! the waving desert banners. “You have an exquisite art. They are for sale?" she asked him. She spoke with the careless. gracious cour- tesy of a grande dame to a corporal ot chasseurs. looking little at him. much at the ivory kings and their mimic hosts of zouaves and Bedouius. “They are at your service. madame." “And their price?" Old habits van- quished; he forgot who and where he now was. He bowed as in other days he had used to how in the circle or St. James’. IUBKINGHAM’S DYE “lsâ€"the honor of your acceptance. it you will deign to give that." He forgot that he was not as he once had been. He forgot that he stood but as a private or the French army before an aristocrat whose name he had never heard. She turned and looked at him. which she had never done before. so absorbed had she been in [be chessulen and 'so little did a chasseur ot the ranks pass into her thoughts. There was an extreme ol‘ surprise, there was something of offense, and there was still more of coldness in her glance. a proud. languid. astonished coldness ot regard. though it softened slightly as she saw that he had spoken in all cour- tesy of intent. She hent her graceful. regal head. “They are at your smnlcc, madame.” ble temptation-a temptation which I knew might any day overmaster hi: and Cecil was resolute to follow military religion of obedience enj ‘ in the service that had received in his needs and to give no prec , his own person that could be. " with dangerous. rebellioug- ' And with that she laid aside the white king among his little troop of ivory Arabs and floated onward with her friends. Cecil never moved till the echo of the voices and the cloud of the draperies and the fragrance of per- fumed laces and the hrilliancy of the staff oflicers’ uniforms had passed away and left the soldiers alone in their chambree. Those careless, cold words from a woman's lips had cut him deeper than the lash could have cut him, though it had bruised his loins and lashed his breast. They showed all he had lost. “What a fool I am still!” he thought as he made his way out of the bar- rack room. “I might have fairly for- gotten by this time that I ever had the rights of a gentleman. I wonder if I shall never teach the Black Hawk that he may strike his beak in once too far?" he pondered with a sudden darker. graver touch of musing, and in- voluntarily he stretched his arm out and looked’ at the wrist supple as Da- mascus steel and at the muscles that were traced beneath the skin as he thrust his sleeve up. He shook the thought off as he would have shaken a snake. It had a terri- ”i thank you. Your very clever work can or course only be mine by pur- chase." , s»