6 WEE FANNIE. Wee Fannie, bless her little heart. I cannot help but take her part. When romping through the halls: T T p, down the stairs she runneth wild. This sweet, angelic baby child. Fast clinging to her dolls. What mem'ries doth her laughter bring, When through the house X hear It ring. In fond, ecstatic glee; Old scenes arise before mine eyes Of children up beyond the skies, Who're calling after me. I gaze upon her broken toys. Which tell me of true childish Joys, The joys of baby years; And while into the past I drift, The ills and aches of life I sift From out a vale of tears. Euch purity from children roll Into every hardened soul That lacks the Rem of grace; Their voice, their smile, their very tear. Can drive away the dread of fear. Depicting Christ's own face. Flay on, my child, in rapture play. And may your life be one glad day Of endless bliss and peace; And after evening shadows fall, When quietness reigns throughout each hall. May joy your sleep increase. —George McKenzie, In Boston Budget. The py A [Copyright, 1897. by Longmans, Green & Co.] SYNOPSIS. Chapter I—D'Auriac, commanding out post where scene Is laid, tells the story. De Oomeron has been appointed by (Jen. de Hone to examine into a charge made against him. Nicholas, a sergeant, brings In two prisoners, a man and a woman, who are from the king's camp at Le Fere, D'Auriac, angered by Insulting manner of de Oomeron toward the woman, strikes him. A duel follows, arid during the commotion the prisoners escape. De Rone happens on the disorderly seine, and d'Auriac, upon giving his parole not to attempt escape, hears this remarkable sentence: "To-mor row you must die on the tield. Win or lo3e, If I catch you at the close of the day, 1 will hang you as high as Hainan." Chapter ll—D'Auriac next morning takes his place as usual on de Hone's staff. In the course of his ride over the ticld he eaves the life of Nicholas, the sergeant, who, a victim of de Gomeron's malice, Is found In Imminent danger of almost Instant death. Chapter 111—After the battle In which King Henry utterly routs de Rone's forces. d'Auriac, lying severely wounded, sees the forms of a man and woman moving under cover of the nig'ht among the dead and wounded. They find a golden collar on de I.'-yva's corpse and Babette stalw Maugir.ot (her partner) to gain possession of the prize. After this hideous scene Henry with a retinue, among whom is the lair prisoner who had escaped from the hand of de Gomeron, rides over the field. Chapter IV—D'Auriac in the hospital of Ste. Genevieve discovers his unknown triend Is the heiress of Bldache. She vis- Its him daily, and when he Is well enough 1; taken to her Normandy chateau. Here l.e learns from Maltre Palin, the madame's < haplaln, that the king Is about to force upon the woman a very distasteful mar -1 age with M. d'Ayen. With Jacques, his s'eward, d'Auriac leaves for the avowed purpose of preventing their marriage. Chapter V—D'Auriac's horse casts a shoe. This causes a delay at village of Kzy, where ho comes upon Nicholas, his oid sergeant, who says de Gomeron is In the neighborhood with tiie king's commis sion, and that he (Nicholas) has evidence t,f treason brewing amor.g de Gomeron and certain associates against the king. Chapter Vl—Led by Nicholas, d'Auriac goes by night to where de Gomeron Is sta tioned. When near the house a horn was was heard from the depths of the forest (which greatly frightens Nicholas, then some men leave courtyard In direction of the sound. ( IIAI'TF.H VI. —CONT 1 NUED. The men rode by us slowly, one of them carrying a torch, and, taking a turn to the right, trotted oil into the forest, cursing 1 lie orders they had re ceived togo forth after the horn winder. "Now," I whispered, "for the win dow." "We must got to the terrace," he an swered. "From there it might be done," and with a hurried look behind him, at which I began to laugh in a low t.xieof mockery, lie crawled forward rapidly. 1 followed with equal speed tind cau t:on, and in a half minute we had g-iined the shadow of the terrace, and, working along its ivy-covered wall, got to the main bidding. Here we cast e bout for some means 1o get up. It was not possible to tlo this by holding onto the ivy, as, if it came away, there would be a full, and all our faf would be in the fire. The ascent had to be made noiselessly, and as 1 looked at the high wall before us I began to think it was impossible. Running my eye on the lichen-gray face of the main building, however, I noticed something that looked like a series of huge monograms, with a crescent above each, cut in high relief 011 the stones, beginning about ten feet from the ground. "We might get up that way," I whis pered. Nicholas nodded, with a pale face. In his excitement he had forgotten the wild huntsman, much to my satisfac tion. "Bend, then, and I will ascend from your back." lie leaned forward against the wall, and, climbing on his shoulders, 1 found that I might possibly raise my self by the monograms, which I discov ered to be the letters 11. 1). interlaced in one another, the initials of the second Henry and Diane de l'oitiers; and the crescent was, as is well known, Madame Diane's crest. Taking a long breath, I lifted myself slowly—there was but an inch or so to hold on to-—and at last found a crevice in which I could put the point of my boot. This was enough for me to change my hold to the next higher monogram, and finally 1 came to a level with the parapet of the ter race. Here was a difficulty. Every time I stretched my hand out to grasp the parapet 1 found that I could not leacn over, and that my fingers slipped oil from the slime and moss on the stones. Three times I made the attempt, and swung back three times, until 1 began to feel that the effort was beyond me. There was, however, one chance, and, quietly thrusting my boot forward, I • began to feel amidst the ivy for a pos- tible foothold, and to my delight found it rest at once on a small projecting ledge that ran around the terrace. The remainder of my task was easy, and the next moment 1 found myself lying flat on my face beneatih the oriel win dow. Here I paused to recover myself, peer ing down at Nicholas, who was making an attempt to raise himself by his hands to reach the monograms and c'imb to me. "Steady," 1 whispered, "and catch this." .Rapidly unwinding a silken sash I wore round my waist, in the fashion 1 had learned when serving in Spain, I dropped one end toward him, and after a moment or two he managed to seize it. Then I looped a fold of the rilk around a buttress of the parapet, and holding onto the other end told Nicholas to climb. "Now for the window," I said. "I will rise slowly and find out what I can. You keep your pistol ready, and your eyes open—do not rise, and remember my orders." "There is a broken pane to the left, it is half hidden by the curtain—you can hear and see from there." As he said this 1 rose softly to my feet and, finding the broken pane without any difficulty, peered in. The room was bright with the light of candles, and, at a table, covered with papers, were seated two men, whilst a third was standing, and pointing with his fingers at a scroll. In the man with his back to me I had no difficulty in recognizing de Gomeron, the one look ing toward me was assuredly I!iron,for his was a face that once seen could never be forgotten. As for the man who was standing beside him, 1 knew him not., though subsequently —but I antic ipate. 15iron was evidently in a high state of excitement. He was biting at the end of his dark mustache, and the fingers of his hand were playing nervously with the star on his breast, whilst his shifty, treacherous eyes were turning' now on de Gomeron, now on the figure stand ing at his elbow. He seemed to be hesi tating. and I heard de Gomeron say: "This Is my price—not money, not land, not a title, but only a few words. You have each one, my lord, your share of the spoils set down in writing. I do not want so much even—all I ask is your word of honor to favor my suit with the king. For me the word of Piron is enough, and 1 know bis majes ty can refuse you nothing." "My God!" exclaimed Biron, and writhed in his chair. "The marshal might give me the promise I seek, Lafin," and de Gomeron turned to the man w:ho was standing at Hiron's elbow, "t"he word will give me a wife, not much of a reward." "And the lands of Bidache and Pe louse—eh ?" I almost fell forwards in my eager ness to hear, and only checked myself in time. "Exactly," sneered de Gomeron. "Do you think 112 have risked my life for the good of mj' health? See here, cheva lier," and he bent forward and whis pered a word or so that made the other pale, and then de Gomeron leaned back in his chair and smiled. Biron did not apparently see or hear, his forehead was resting on his clasped hands, and lie seemed to be revolving the hazard of some great step. As for me, 112 though' I caught the words, "your instant help," followed by "lances" and "pow < r," and guessed—l was not wrong— that the captain had forced Latin's hand. "My dear de Gomeron," he said, "the marshal is willing enough, but you know the common talk, that the king has other views for madame, and that M. D'Aven —" But Biron interposed. "M.de Gomeron, you ask too much. Mrne. de la Bidache is of the first nobil ity. Treinouille was my friend. It is too much." "And I give monseigneur a crown." "Peste! My lord' —after all, M.de Gomeron has deserved his price—and a good sword and a better head must not be thrown away. Kemcraber, mon neigneur, an open hand makes faithful hearts," said Lafin. "But the king would never consent," began Biron. "(live me your word to help me, mon seigneur, I will do the rest for myself." "Give il, my lord." Biron hesitated for a moment, and then suddenly threw up bis hand. "Very well—let it be as you wish. I promise, M.de Gomeron." ■'Enough, my lord —I thank you. Chevalier Lafin has laid before you in detail all our resources. Let me now show you this." He unrolled a parch ment that was before him, and handed it to the marshal. "Here," he added, "are the signatures of :i It only needs that of Biron- —now sign." I could hear the beating of my heart in the silence that followed, and then Biron said, hoarsely: "No! No! I will never put my name to paper." "Morbleu! marshal," burst out Lafin. 'This is no time for nibbling at a cher ry. Treinouille and Epernon have gigned. Put your seal to the scroll, and the day it reaches M.de Savoye, 30,000 troops are across the frontier, and you «ill change the cabbage gardens of Biron for the coronet of Burgundy and la Bresse." "And see your head on a crown piece, marshal," added de (iomeron. "But we have not heard, Lafin—" be gan the marshal. "We will hear to-night, monseigneur —that horn meant news, and Zamet never fails. Curse the low-bred Italian! Pardieu! he is here," and as he spoke 1 heard what seemed to be tlhree distinct knocks at a carved door, and, Lafin opening it, a man booted and spurred entered the room. He was splashed with mud, as one who had ridden fast and far. "Zamct!" exclaimed the marshal and de Gomeron, both rising, and the face of the former was pale as death. "Good evening, gentlemen! Maledet to! But I have had a devil of a ride. "Well, friends, you all seem t<> have pale faces—would you not like to hear I the news?" CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, JANUARY 12, 1899. There was no answer, and the Italian continued: "I suppose I must give it; make your minds easy. It is all over— she died last night." "Did It hurt her?" asked Biron, nerv ously. "I don't know," answered Zamet, bru tally, "I have never tasted the Borgia citron myself." "Mnn Dieu! exclaimed the marshal, springing' to his feet, "this is too terri ble," and he began to pace up and down, whilst the other three remained in whispered converse, their eyes now and again turning to Hiron, who walked the room like a caged beast. Nicholas had risen slowly to his feet despite my orders, and was looking over my shoul ders with a white face and blazing eyes. I dared not tell him togo back; but with a warning look at him strained my ears to catch what was being said, but could hear nothing until at length Za met raised his voice: "Have done with it, marshal, and sign. After all. Mine. de Beaufort was no more than a ," and he used a foul word. "The king is prostrate now; but in a week Gabrielle will be forgotten, and then anything might happen. lie already writes verses on her," he went on with a grin. "Charmante Gabriedle —diavolo! but you should have seen her as she lay dead—she was green as a jade cup." "ISe still, dog," and Biron turned fiercely on him. The Italian stepped back, his hand on his dagger; liiit in a moment he recovered himself. Ifis black eyebrows lifted, and his upper lip drew back over his teeth in a sneer. "I did not know monseigneur would be so affected; but time presses and we need the name of Biron to that scroll. Hand the marshal the pen, Latin." "It is here," and de Gomeron, dipping a pen in a silver inkstand, held it out in his hand. Biron made a half step forward to take it when a thing happened. I felt myself suddenly thrust aside, there was a blinding flash, a loud report, and a shout from Nicholas: "Missed, by God!" There was absolutely no time to do anything but make for the horses. Nicholas had fired at de Gomeron in his mad thirst for revenge, nnd had prac tically given our lives away. In the uproar and din that followed we slid down the sash like apes, and dashed toward the horses. Rome one shouted "Traitor—traitor!" nnd let fly at us twice as we ran across the open space. 1 FELT MYSELF SUDDENLY THRUST ASIDE. From the courtyard we could hear the hurry and hustle of men suddenly aroused, and as we reached the oak we heard the bay of the bloodhounds und the thunder of hoofs ia pursuit. CHAPTER VII. POOR NICHOLAS. From the oak to the spot where our horses were tethered was close upon 50 paces, and never, I think, was ground covered at a speedier rate by men run ning for their lives. I was bursting with anger, and kuow not what re strained me from pistoling Nicholas, so furious was I at the blind folly of the man. As we reached the horses we could hear the dogs splashing through the spill water at the edge of the lake, and some one fired a third shot at us from horseback, a shot in the dark, which whistled through the branches overhead. '•Quick! quick! monsieur!" gasped Nicholas, and with a turn of his hand he freed Couronne and sprang to her back, the great mare standing steady as a rock. "Quick!" he called out again more loudly, and I made a vain effort to loosen my beast, which, startled by the shots, the baying of the dogs and our haste and hurry, plunged and kicked as though it were demented. "Damn you!" I hissed, half at the horse, half at the crop-eared idiot who had caused this disaster, and, manag ing somehow to scramble to the saddle, cut the halter with a draw of my dag ger. At this moment the dogs reached us, a dark object sprang up from the ground, and, fastening on the jaws of my horse, brought him to his knees, whilst the other beasts flew at my com panion. Nicholas' pistol rang out to 110 purpose, the report was echoed by a chorus of shouts from thi» troopers fol lowing us, and Couronne, swinging around, lashed out with her heels at the hound that was baying her. Lean ing forward with one arm half round the neck of my snorting horse, I thrust twice at the hound hanging to him. the first time sliding off his metal col lar, but at the second blow my blade slipped to the hilt into something soft, it seemed of its own accord, and as the dead dog fell suddenly back, bearing my poniard with it, my freed horse rose to its feet, and, mad with pain, dashed forward. As we dashed into the wood the troopers attempted to follow, but it was with relaxed speed, and every moment we were distancing them, and tneir cries, shouts and curses became fainter and more faint. Leaping a fallen log Nicholas burst through a juniper bush, and my horse following him we came onto an open stretch 1 which sloped down to the river. "Ouf! Out of it at last!" I gasped out to Nicholas. "It's a mile 3'et to the river, mon sieur," he answered, slackening pace slightly to allow me to get alongside of him. The ill will I felt toward Nicholas had gone by this time. He had borne himself like a brave man, as he was, and, after all, if I had been in his posi tion, I would perhaps have done the same, and let drive at de. Gomeron at sight.. We came to a narrow patch n n w. and rode down this, the rivei being in sight, winding, like a silver r'bbon thrown carelessly down. On the opposite bank it was overhung with willows, whose drooping boughs swung low to the very surface of the water. Here and there the stump of a felled tree stood uplike a sentinel. In the distance behind us we could hear one or two of the troop ers, who had by this time managed to get through the wood, yelling and shouting as they urged their horses to ward the river. Doubtless more would soon follow, and I cursed them loudly nnd heartily. Nicholas looked back. "Hut 15 yards of a swim, monsieur, and we are safe." "Not exactly—see there:" The sergeant followed my out stretched blade and swore, too. night before us two men galloped out of a strip of coppice that stretched to the water's edge and cut us off from the stream. "Sacrebleu! ITow did they know that cut—have at them, monsieur." And we did. It had to be a matter of moments only. The troopers behind were com ing on, and if once they reached us we could not well hope to escape again The odds were too many. I did not, therefore, waste time, but went straight for my man, and, to do him justice, he seemed nothing loath to meet me. He cut over the shoulder, and, receiving this on my forte, I gave him the point in the center of his breastplate, making it ring like a bell. Only a Milanese corselet could have saved him as it did. My nag went on, but turned on its haunches to the reins, nnd before he could well recover him self I was at liim again and discovered that he wore a demi-mask on his face. "Monsieur, shall I priek your mask off before killing you," I mocked, suit ing the words to a thrust that all but effected the object, and ripped him on the cheek. [TO BE CONTINUED] >'ni»oleon In I'ftor'i lied. Peter the Great hated Moscow, and above all, that stronghold of oriental intrigue and moral darkness, the Krem lin. If 1 remember right, he never in habited! the palace within its walls after he was a child. The old palace is a net work of incredibly small, low, ill-ven tilated rooms, some little bigger thai, closets, painted in greens, blues and reds, after the Swedish fashion; rooms which seem, even to-day, to reek of plots, intrigue and murder. Napoleon, always a trifle theatrical, insisted on sleeping in the bed of Peter the Great when he occupied the Kremlin in 1812. The bed of the boy Peter fitted the hero of Austerlitz to a nicety. It is a very abbreviated couch. In the very heart of this oriental palace, with no window which gives on the outer day andi the open air, is the terem, or women's quar ters. The terem was, to all intents and purposes, a harem. The ladies, even the tsaritza and the sisters of the tsar, were only permitted to look down into the hall of coronation through a carved wooden lattice, just as ladies do in every harem in the cast. They received no men except their husbands and broth ers, and when they went out it was in a curtained litter. When Peter mounted the throne of the tsars the women of Russia were orientals, imprisoned far more rigorously than the ladies of Con stantinople to-day.—Louisville Courier- Journal. Traveler* of Two \utlonn. Nothing is so curious and instructive as to observe the Englishman when traveling in comparison with the Frenchman. The former is calm, punc tual, precise, and with only the neces sary quantity of baggage. He wili journey through China with merely a valise. He is not impatient. lie loves travel; it is to him an inclination and a felt want. On the other hand, the Frenchman when journeying, is rest less, nervous, impatient, bored; the en tire time he spends looking furtively lit his watch, or consuming the railway time table. He is always crowded up with parcels, in addition his portman teaux. He is, as a rule, encumbered with many useless articles. In fact, he dislikes travel which he-finds an ennui and a fatigue.—La Petite Journal. Ini'oimldrriilr. Foster —So her father refused to con sent to your marriage with his daugh ter? liiglin—That's just the dleuce of it. He gave me no answer when I told him what I had culled for, and told me if I didn't leave in less than two seconds he'd kick me out. What's to be done with a fellow who will wander off in that way from the subject of discus sion ?" —Boston Transcript. Novel Melioration. "How far was it," asked the lawyer of tne witness, "from your house to the road where the difficulty occurred?" " 'Bout a acre en a half, suli." "I mean how many yards?" "Dey wuzn't any yards dere at all, i suli, exceptin' of my yard, en dat wuz 'bout a acre en a half fum de road I" Atlanta Constitution. Ileudy fop n Hniny Dny. "What are you laughing at?" "Put nn advertisement in the paper saying that the.man who had appro priated my umbrella tit the reception was known. There were 27 umbrellas at my house before I left this morning and I met a messenger boy on every block on the way down."—Detroit Free I'resH. PERSONAL AND IMPERSONAL. John D. Rockefeller, despite his mil lions, carries a plain, cheap silver watch given him when he was a boy. Of all New York's millionaires Corne lius Vandevbilt is said to be the most sensitive to criticism, particularly crit icism in print. A railroad accident 2(1 years ago de prived Henry VVendhoff, a millionaire of Mauch Chunk, Pa., of arms and legs, lie wears four artificial limbs. Gen. 11. W. Lawton, of Santiago fame, is a collector of army autographs and has the signature of several hundred ot the most famous soldiers of our army. The London Optician says that great men are usually blue-eyed, and in stances Shakespeare, Socrates, Locke, iiacon, Milton. Goethe, Franklin, Na poleon. I'ismarek, Gladstone, Huxley, Virchcw and Kenan. One of the best puns ever made was by Sydney Smith, on hearing a little girl say "partridges" for "patriarchs," while reading aloud. "She is deter mined to make game of the patri archs," said the witty divine. Among the California volunteers who were sent to Manila is an officer with a terrible mustache, which hides half his face. "It's not fair to fight the Span iards with that officer," said Dewey. "He's in ambush all the time." Hetty Green's inside pocket is al ways lined with lucre, and she has more available cash at her disposal than any other woman in the United States. She recently loaned a little wad of $1,000,- 000 to the city of New York, at two per cent, interest, for three months. HIS ONLY PRACTICAL JOKE. An Old Man's Item I n Incence of One of IIIN Ho.! hood's MOM! I'ulnful Experience*. The apples and cider and the genial warmth of the glowing coal fire caused the old man to grow reminiscent. He placed his slippered feet up on the fen der, and, while a brighter light came into his faded eyes, lie talked of the "good old times." "Once," he said, and lie smiled at the recollection, "1 did a very funny thing when I was a very small boy. 1 think 1 must have exhausted all my genius for fun in thai one grand ef fort, for I have never had the heart to attempt a funny thing since. "It happened when 1 was about ten years old. 1 was then helping father to run the farm, and, I suspect, we ran it pretty hard, too, for the first thing I knew it got away from us; but that is another story. As I was saying, it happened when I lived on a farm. We had a hired man, a great, raw-boned, overgrown Irishman, as full of mad pranks as Peck's bad boy. He was al ways playing some trick on me. One night he placed a large thistle in my bed. It was summertime, and I had no underclothes and when I lay down on that thistle there was a sen sation, several million of them. The Irishman stood and laughed at me un til great tears rolled down among the red stubble of his faee. I swore as well as a young fellow could swear, that I would get. even with him. I spent all the next day studying out how it could be done, and by night I had a plan worked out which 1 thought so good I had togo out behind the barn, where nobody could see me, and have a good laugh over it. Afterward 1 was glad I iiad the laugh anyway. "That, night I stayed up until all in the house had got to bed. Then I went and got mother's largest wash tub, sat it at the foot of the stairs, and filled it with water. Next I se cured several lengths of stovepipe and scattered them at judicious distances upon the stairs. You see, the hired man slept upstairs. So did I, for that matter; but, then, he was always up an hour oi more before 1 was, and so, of course, he w.ould come downstairs first. In fact, I intended that he should come down head firsit, and then cool off in the tub of waiter. "Every part of the plan was carefully thought out. 1 was confident it would work like a charm. In fancy I could see the look of astonishment that would jump all over the big irishman's face when his feet struck the stovepipes on the stairs and bis head started for the tub of water. Then 1 would have the laugh 011 him, and I thought of the thistle pricks and the sweetness nf re venge as I cautiously crept upstairs to bed. It was some time before I could get to sleep. I felt so good over the joke 1 was about tc play on the Irish man. In imagination 1 saw him go sprawling down the stairs, yelling like a wild Indian, and 1 fancied how funny he would look when he piieked himself up out of the tub of water, blowing like a whale and swearing like himself. "However, 1 at length fell asleep, and slept the sleep of a tired boy until sud denly 1 was awakened 1)V some one wildly crying: 'Fire! fire!! fire!!!' "1 always had a horror of being burned alive. The cry frightened me out of my wits. 1 did notstop to think; but sprang out of bed and rushed fot the stairs. My feet struck a stovepipe and started off on their own hook. I followed, trying to get ahead of then" and succeeded just :n time to land head first in the tub of water. "What a racket 1 and the stovepipes made! 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