6 THE FLOWERS IN THE STREET. The vender, with his grimy hands and face. Called to the passerby his blossom wares, Yet scarce a otic would slacken In his pace; All hurried by with cold, unseeing stares, Until there came a man with weary eyes WlM> paused and turned and saw each nodding bloom— And then he saw a rose that once would rise And tap against ttie window of his room. The crowd, d street an instant seemed to fade And blend into a quiet country lane. With grass that mottled with each sway ing shade And flashed its. thousand jewels after rain; Again he felt the evening breezes rush Up from tin? meadows bringing scented freight That spiced the air at twilight's sooth ing hush— The odor of the roses by the gate. And people, restless, hastening, went by. And jostled him while thoughtfully he stood— They did not know he saw again the sky That bent to dream above the distant wood; They could not know that for him there was no street. No houses and no heedless, racing throng, That in his ears rang only murmurs sweet — The cadence of some old rose scented song. The magic of the roses! For, to him, Reality was for the moment spread Before him in what was a vision dim— And then he saw the crowded street, instead. He laughed a saddened laugh, and then he took Tlie roses from the vender's grimy ha nil And thanked him, with a strange, de lighted look— A look the vender could not understand. —W. D. N., in Chicago Daily Tribune. 112 D'lTand I By IRVING BACiiELLER Author of " Eb«n Holden." "Darrel of J the B essed I: les," Etc. COopyritfht, l'JOl, by Lotln op Publishing Company. > CHAPTER XVII.— CONTINUED. We were all crying, we poor devils that were left behind. One, a mere boy, stood near me swinging his bat above bis head, cheering. Hat and hand fell to the deck as I turned to him. He was reeling, when D'ri caught him quickly with his good arm and bore him to the cockpit. The little boat was barely a length off when a heavy shot fell splashing in her wake. Soon they were dropping all around her. One crossed her bow, ripping a long furrow in the sea. A . chip Hew off her stern; a lift of splin ters from an oar scattered behind her. Plunging missiles marked her course with a plait of foam, but she rode on bra\ ely. We saw her groping under the smoke clouds; we saw her nearing the other brig, anil were all on tiptoe. The air cleared a little, and we could see them ship oars and so up the side. Then we set our blood dripping with cheers again, we who were wounded on the deck of th« Lawrence. Lieut. Yarnell ordered her one flag down. As it sank fluttering, we groaned. Our dis may '.vent quickly from man toman. Presently we could hear the cries of the wounded there below. A man came staggering out of the cockpit, and fell to his hands and knees, creeping toward us and protesting fiercely, the blood dripping from his mouth be tween curses. "Another shot would sink her," Yarnell shouted. "Let 'er sink, d —n 'er," said D'ri. "Wish t' God I c'ud put my foot through 'er bottom. When the flag goes down i wan' t.' go tew." The British turned their guns; we were no longer in the smoky paths of thundering canister. The Niagara was now under lire. We could see the dogs of war rushing at. in leashes of flame and smoke Our little gunboats, urged by oar and sweep, were hastening to the battle t; int. We could see their men. waist-high above the bulwarks, firing as they came. The Detroit and the Queen Charlotte two heavy brigs of the British liti", had run afoul of each other. The Niagara, signalling for close action, bore down upon them Crossing the bow of one ship and the stern of the other, she raked them with broadside i. We saw braces fly 4ind mast-, fall in the volley. The Niagara dieered off. pouring shoals of metal on a British -chooner, stripping her bare. Our little boats had come up, and were boring into the brigs. Ju a brief time—it was then near three o'clock- a white flag, at the end of a boarding-pike, fluttered over a British dec! . D'ri, who had been sit ting awhile, was now up and cheering as he wa\ed his crownless hat. He had lent his Hag. :md, in the flurry, some one dropped it overboard. D'ri saw it. fall, a'ill b.i'ore \v • could stop him he had leaped into the sea. I hastened to his help, to-sit.g a rope's end as he came up. swimming with one arm, the flag in his teeth. 1 towed him to the landing-stair and helped him over. Leaning on iny shoulder, he nhooK out the tattered flag, its white laced with his own blood. 'Ready t' jump in hell fer thet ol' rag any day, sdid h n , as we all cheered him. Each grab!).-' a t>'ter ct the good : ' lj «' pressing ' ird u; an D'ri and put' ;t to his lips and kissed it proudly. ' Then we marched tip and down, D'r! waving it above us —a bloody squad as ever walked, shouting loudly. D'ri had begun to weaken with loss of blood, so I coaxed him togo below with me. The battle was over; a Yankee band was playing near by. "Perry is coming! Perry is coming!" we heard them shouting above. A feeble cry that bad in it pride and joy and inextinguishable devotion passed many a fevered lip in the cock pit. There were those near who had won a better peace, and they lay as a man that listens to what were now the merest mockery. Perry came, when the sun was low, with a number of British officers, and received their surrender on his own bloody deck. I remember, as they stood by the ruined bulwarks and looked down upon tokens of wreck and slaughter, a dog began howling dismally in the cockpit. CHAPTER XVIII. It was a lucky and a stubborn sea fight. More blood to the number I never saw than fell on the Lawrence; 8:! of our 102 men having been killed or _ 1 IIE STEITKD TO D'RI AND FAS TENED IT ON HIS WAISTCOAT. laid up for repair. One has to search a bit for record of a more wicked fire. But we deserve not all the glory sonic histories have bestowed, for we had a larger fleet and better, if fewer, guns. It was, however, a thing to be proud of, that victory of the young captain. Our men, of whom many were raw re cruits —farmers and woodsmen —stood to their work with splendid valor, and, for us in the north, it came near being decisive. D'ri and 1 were so put out of business that no part of the glory was ours, albeit we were praised in orders for valor under fire. But for tt. h I say we had never less pride of ourselves in any affair we had had to do with. Well, as I have said be fore, we were at our best with a sa ber, and big guns were out of our line. We went into hospital awhile, D'ri having caught cold and gone out of his head with fever. We had need of a spell on our backs for what with all our steeplechasing over yawning graves—that is the way I always think of it —we were somewhat out of breath. No news had reached me of the count or the young ladies, and I took some worry to bed with nie, but was up in a week and ready for more trouble. I had to sit with D'ri awhile before he could mount a horse. September was nearing its last day when we got off a brig at the Har bor. We were no sooner at the dock than some one began to tell us of a new plan for the invasion of Canada. I knew Brow n had had no part in it, for he said in my hearing once that it was too big a chunk to bite off. There were letters from the count and Therese, his daughter. They had news for me, and would I not ride over as soon as I returned? My mother —-dearest, and best of mothers— had written me, anil her tenderness cut nie like a sword for the way I had neglected her' Well, it is ever so with a young man whose heart has found a new queen. I took the missive with wet eyes to our good farmer-general of the north. He read it, and spoke with feeling of his own mother gone to her long rest. "Bell." said he, "you are worn out. After mess in the morning mount your horses, you and the corporal, and go and visit them. Report here for duty on October IG." Then, as ever after a kindness, he renewed his quid of tobacco, turning quickly to the littered desk at head quarters. We mounted our own horses a fine, frosty morning. The white earth glim mered in the first touch of sunlight. All the fairy lanterns of the frost king, hanging iti the stubble and the dead grass, glowed a brief time, flickered faintly, and went out. Then the brown sward lay bare, save in the shadows of rock or hill or foresit that were still white. A great glory had fallen over the far-reaching woods. Looking down a long valley, we could see towers of evergreen, terraces of red and brown, golden steeple-tops, gilded domes min areted with lavender and purple and droi'.ed with scarlet banners. It seemed as if the trees were shriving after all the green riot of summer, and making ready for sackcloth and ashes. Some stood trembling, and as if drenched in their own blood. Now and then a It ad was bare and bent, and naked arms were lifted high, as if to implore mercy. "Fine air," said I, breathing deep as we rode on slowly. '"T is sart'n," said D'ri. "Mother u.'iefl t' say 'at the frost wus only the breath o' aryjels, an' when it melted it gin us a leetle o' the the air o' heaven." CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, APRIL 6, 1905 I Of earth or heaven, It quickened us I all with new life. The horses fretted i for their heads, and went off at a gal r lop, needing no cluck or spur. We r pulled up at the chateau well before the luncheon hour. D'ri took ihe I horses, and i was shown to the library, | where the count came shortly, to give • i me hearty welcome. "And what of the captives?" I in -1 quired, our greeting over. 1 "Alas! it is terrible; they have not* ■ returned," said he,"and I am in great trouble, for I have not written to 1 France of their peril. Dieu! I hoped 1 | they would be soon released. They are ' j well and now we have good news. Eh bien, we hope to see theni soon. But •; of that Therese shall tell you. And ' j you have had a terrible time on Lake ' Krle?" ' I He had read of the battle, but ' wanted my view of it. I told the story ' of the Lawrence and Perry; of what » D'ri and 1 had hoped to do, and of what had been done to us. My ac count of D'ri—his droll comment, his valor, his misfortune—touched and - tickled the count. He laughed, he 1 clapped his hands, he shed tears of en ; thusiasm; then he rang a bell, r "The M'sieur D'ri —bring him here," said he to a servant. D'ri came soon with a worried look, his trousers caught on his boot-tops, an old felt hat in his hand. Somehow he and the hat were as king and coro nal in their mutual fitness; if he lost one, he swapped for another of about the same shade and shape. His brows were lifted, his eyes wide open with watchful timidity. The count had opened a leather case and taken out of it a shiny disk of silver. He stepped '.o i' i 'ri, and fastened it upon his waist coat. " 'Pour la valour eprouvee—de l'Em poreur,' " said he, reading the inscrip tion as he clapped him on the shoulder. "It was given to a soldier for bravery at Austerlitz by the great Napoleon," said he."And, God rest him! the sol dier he died of his wounds.* And to me lie left the medal in trust for some man, the most brave, intrepid, honor able. M'sieur D'ri, I have the pleasure to put it where it belongs." D'ri shifted his weight, looking down at the medal and blushing like a boy. "Much obleeged," he said presently, "Dunno but mebbe I better put it 'll my wallet. 'Fraid I'll lose it off 1 o' there." He threw at mo a glance of inquiry. "No," said I, "do not bury your hon ors in a wallet." He bowed stilly, and, as he looked down at the medal, went away, spurs clattering. Therese came in presently, her face full of vivacity and color. "M'sieur le Capitaine," said she, "we are going for a little ride, the marquis and I. Will you come with us? You shall have the best horse in the sta ble." "And you my best thanks for the honor," 1 said. Our horses came up presently, and we all made off at a quick gallop. The forest avenues were now aglow and filled with hazy sunlight as with a flood, through which yellow loaves were slowly sinking. Our horses went to their fetlocks in the golden drift. The marquis rode on at a rapid pace, but soon Therese pulled rein, I keep ing abreast of her. "You have news for mo, ma'ra'- selle?" I remarked. "Indeed, I have much news." said she, as always, in French. "I was afraid you were not coming in time, m'sieur." She took a dainty letter from her bosom, passing it to me. My old passion flashed up as i took the perfumed sheets. I felt my heart quicken, my face burn with it. I was to have good news at last of those I loved better than my life, those I had not forgotten a moment in all the peril of war. I saw the handwriting of Louison and then a vision of her —the large eyes, the supple, splendid figure, the queenly bearing. It read: My Dear Therese: At last they promise to return us to you on the 12th of Octo ber. You are to send two men for us—not 1 more—to the head of Eagle island, off Ste. Roche, in the St. Lawrence, with canoes, at ten o'clock in the evening of that day. They will find a lantern hang ing on a tree at the place we are to meet them. We may be delayed a little, but they are to wait for us there. And, as you love me, see that one is my brave captain—l do not care about the other who comes. First of all 1 wish to see my emperor, my love, the tall, handsome and gallant youngster who has won me. What a finish for this odd romance if he only comes! And then I do wish to see 1 you, the count, and the others. I read your note with such a pleasure! You are sure that lie loves me? And that he does not know that 1 love hira? 112 do not wish him to know, to suspect, until he has asked me to be his queen—until he has a right to know. Once he has my se cret, love is robbed of his best treasure. Mon Dieu! I wish to tell him myself, some time, if he ever has the courage to take command of me. 1 warn you, Therese, if I think he knows—when 1 see him—l shall be cruel to him: I shall make him hate me. So you seo I will not be cheated of my wooing, and 1 know you would not endanger my life's happiness. I have written a little song—for him. Well, some day I shall sing it to him, anil will he not be glad to know 1 could do it ' Here are the lirst lines to give you the Idea: My en peror! my emperor! Thy face is fair to sec; Thy house is old, thy heart is gold, Oh, take command of me! emperor! my emperor! Thy sceptre is of God; Through all my days I'll sing thy praise, And tremble at thy nod. But, Dear Therese. you ought to hear j the music; I have quite surprised myself. ; Indeed, love Is a grand thing; it has made | me nobler and stronger. They really say I I am not selfish any more, lint I am | weary of Calling here, and so eager to get home. Von are in love, and you have been through this counting of tiie hours. We are very comfortable here, ami they let us go and come as we like inside the high walls. I have told you there is a big. big grove and garden. We saw nothing of 'his lordship' for weeks until three days ago, when tliey brought him here wounded. That is tin reason we could not send you a letter bp fore uow. You know he lias to see tliem all and arrange their delivery. Well, lie sent for I.ouise that day lie came. She went to him badly frightened, poor thing! as. Indeed, we all were. He lay In bed helpless, and wept when he saw her. She came back crying, and would not tell what he had said. 1 do think he loves her very dearly, and somehow We are all beginning to think better of him. Surely no one could be more courteous and gal lant. I.ouise went to help nurse him yesterday, dear, sweet little mother! Then he told her the good news of our coming release, where your men would meet us. and all as 1 have written. He Is up in liis chair to-day, the maid tells me. I joked Louise about him this morn ing. anil she began to cry at once, and I said her heart was not hers to give. Tha I sly thing! I wonder whom she loves; but she would say no more, and has had a long face all day. She is so stubborn! I have sworn 1 will never tell her another of my secrets. You are to answer quick ly, sending your note by courier to the Indian doekman at IClissabethport, ad dressed Robin Adair, Box 40, St. Hlllere, Canada. And the love of all to all. Adieu. Your loving LOUISON. P. S. Can you tell me. Is the captain of noble birth? I have never had any doubt of it.he is so splendid It filled me with a groat happiness and a bitter rang. I was never in such a conflict of emotion. "Well," said Therese, "do you see my trouble? Having shown you the first letter, I had also to show you the second. I fear I have done wrong. My soul —" "Be blessed for the good tidings," I interrupted. "Thanks. I was going to say it ac cuses me. Louison is a proud girl; she must never know. She can never know unless—" "You tell her," said I, quickly. "And of course you will." "What do you moan?" she asked. "That every secret that must not be told is the same as published if— if—" "If what?" "If —if it tells a pretty story with some love in it," I said, with a quick sense of caution. "Ah, ma'm'selle, do I not know what has made your lips so red?" "What may it be?" "The attrition of many secrets burning secrets," I said, laughing. "Mordieu! what, charming impu dence!" she said, her large eyes glow ing thoughtfully, Aith some look of surprise. "You do not know me, m'sieur. I have kept many secrets and know the trick." "Ah, then I shall ask of you a great favor," said I —"that you keep my se cret also, that you do not tell her of my love." She wheeled her horse with a merry peal of laughter, hiding her face, now red as her glove. "It is too late," said she. "I have written her." We rode on, laughing. In spite of the serious character of her words, I fell a-quaking from crown to stirrup. I was now engaged to Louison, or as good as that, and. being a man of honor, I must think no more of her sister. "I wrote her of your confession," said she, "for I knew it would make her so happy; but, you know, I did not tell of—of the circumstances." "Well, it will make it all the easier for me," I said. "Ma'm'selle, I assure you—l am not sorry." "And, my friend, you are lucky: she is so magnificent." "Her face will be a study when I tell her." "The splendor of it!" said she. "And the surprise," I added, laugh ing. "Ah, m'sieur, she will play her part well. She is clever. That moment when the true love comes and claims her it is the sweetest in a woman's life." [To Be Continued.] Tli i «•«* of it Kind. The Archbishop of Canterbury was talking about the English court dress. "The knee breeches, the silk stock ings, and the slender court sword," he said, "make a graceful costume, a costume becoming to all, save the un duly thin. There is talk of making the court dress the universal evening cos tume. but before this is done a great tumult of opposition will go up from the lean. Knee breeches, you see, set ill upon thin legs. They even bring down ridicule upon the wearers. Thus: A young city man, tall and slender, appeared for the first time before his aunt in court dress. The aunt looked at him critically. She studied his knee breeches, his court sword, his silk and their contents. Finally, with a loud laugh, she said: 'Pray tell me, my dear Edward, have you got three legs or three twords?"—Buffalo Cour ier. The {'on ut ry mm it A grain. Edale is a primitive village in the midmost valley of"The Peak," in Der byshire. Fifty years ago, long before the Midland railway built its Dore and Chinley line, a rustic from Edale was so adventurous as to make a journey to Sheffield, about 20 miles distant. When he set off to return it was rain ing hard, and his host lent him an umbrella, and opened it. He had never seen an umbrella before. A fortnight afterwards this man oi Edale was seen to return in the finest possible weather, but with the um brella still up. "Why," h,e explained, "we had a pack o, trouble wi' tin, there wasn't a doorway in the village we could get 'tin through, so we tethered 'ttn in a field!"— Smith's Weekly. Ilotv It "I wonder who originated the cus tom of eating fish on Friday?" askec the inquisitive person. 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