6 ADVICE TO A FOOL. If the world don't do exactly as you think It ought to do, Get mad; If you meet with opposition, get a tooth some rag to chew- Get mad; Get as mad as hops and show it; Feed your anger; fan it, blow it; Pout and let the whole world know It- Get mad; If the joke you tried to spring upon the other fellow turns. Get mad! If you get the poker's portion that In variably burns. Oet mad; Play the baby, whine and blubber S.ike the rankest kind of lubter. While the gamins guy and rubber— Get mad! It you step upon a 'nanner peel and stand upon your skull. Get mad; Never smile and make a joke of It, or folks will think you dull— Get mad; Turn and frown upon the spot Where the pavement quickly shot Up and gave you such a swat- Get mad! If you want to be a pleasure to the world you're living in, Get mad; If you'd keep the people's faces wrinkled always with a grin, Get mad; For there's nothing else so funny On this mundane sphere, my honey. As the man that's never sunny- Get mad! —Baltimore American. M A ROSE OF M NORMANDY A WILLIAM B. A. WILSOH L CHAPTER II.—CONTINUED. "Get up, you rogue, or I shall turn you over to the authorities for an es caped prisoner," was Tonti's reply, as he stepped back with band leaning on his weapon, so as to have it ready for another outbreak. "Why and how do you come here, who are you, and what do you want?" The man arose and stood facing him w-ith a respectful air, as he replied: "Why do I come? A cornered mouse makes scant choice of holes. How? Over the roofs. My name? Jean Pom pon Comarin, a votre service, Mon sieur; usually called Pompon for short by my intimates, a privilege I gladly extend to you." (A muttered "Peste! much 1 want of your privileges" from Tonti.) "My present, residence is an unknown quantity; for the past six years one of the lowermost dungeons of the Bastille. My wants? Simple: merely food and a hiding-place. I sought first to frighten you, thinking you to be as big a fool as those simple minded children out there." He point ed out the window to I he square where the crowd had been "Then, thinking you were an ally of Colbert, I sought to kill you; finding you neither, I wish to be your friend." For a moment Tonti stared at his companion, then, glancing at his out stretched hand and impudent smile, he placed his sword on the table, fell into his chair, and, lying back with one leg thrown over its arm, laughed until the tears blinded him and coursed down his cheeks. "Ventre Saint Oris! but I would not have missed this exhibition, no, not for a thousand pistoles. What a face and ears and teeth and —cospetto! in a moment he is changed from a devil into a man. Then, too, his story—ha, ha! 'A cornered mouse makes scant choice of holes,' not badly spoken. I may call him 'Pompon' if I choose; he wishes to be my friend. I am oxer whelmed with honors. But look you, friend Pompon," here he sat up and his face became sober as a thought seemed to strike him, "do you not ad mit that you are the prisoner about to be executed that I saw but a short while back carried along by the fright ened crowd?" The man nodded. "How did you get your wrists un tied?" "Some friendly hand cut the rope while I was struggling in my escape." "And where got. you yon dagger that you seemed so anxious to present me with a moment, ago?" "The same friendly hand that loosed me slipped it into my palm as I passed by. Entering an empty building, I hid upon the roof. I crept along to this house, and looking over the edge, I saw the casement open, and hearing no sound, thought the room was va cant. Knowing that as long as dark ness continued I would escape detec tion by any in the street below, I low ered myself in." "Well done. Pompon; it seems that ihou hast something besides popping •eyeballs in that head of thine. Dame! if your plight does not appeal to me. Since when have you eaten and drunken?" "Not since yesterday morning. Mon sieur." "Hein! then you must first of all be filled. Open yon door and from the shelf get the remains of a game-pie and that bottle of wine you will find there. 'Tis all I have, but you may share." The man obeyed; and after draining a glass of red wine, he closed the closet door without touching the pie, and, going to the window, peered forth. "It is a bold mouse that makes its nest in the cat's ear," he said, as he pointed to a group of soldiers who is sued from a neighboring house, en tered the next, and disappeared. "Ma loi! a search party!" ejaculated Tonti. " 'Tis only a short time before they will be here. What shall I do with you? You are too large for my closet, and there is nothing else in which you could hide." "Perhaps Monsieur has clothes I could disguise myself in." "Yes, I have here," as he opened a drawer in the wardrobe, "the garb of an Italian fisherman I brought with me to Paris for a servant. But my money went; then he did also." "An empty purse frightens away friends," Pompon remarked. "Peste! Yes, 'tis the way of the world. Here they are, but you will need a stain of some sort for your face. Six years in the Bastille does not give the tan that the sun does on the Bay of Naples. While you dress I shall try and find something." "Go into the first cabaret on the Rue de la Tanerie, and whisper in the ear of the cabaretier the words 'Re member sixty-four,' tell him what you want, and he will give it to you." Tonti heard this with a look of sur prise, but wasted no time. He soon returned with a bottle of the desired dye. Pompon meanwhile had ex changed his prison garments for those of a Neapolitan peasant. A touch here and a twist there from Tonti soon made him right. The stain which' Pompon skilfully applied, and a red kerchiaf about his head so arranged as to hide in a great measure the scar on his forehead, altered his appearance so that Tonti himself was astounded. "Mille tonnerres!" he exclaimed. "I defy even your jailer to recognize you now. When they come you can play the servant, busy in the dark corner there polishing my sword. I shall pretend that you are dumb. If spoken to, make signs, and do not be surprised if I address you in Italian. Now take your place and we can talk until the party arrives. Tell me your story. 'Twill help pass the time." So saying, he tipped his chair back, and with his feet on the table looked the comfortable listener that he was. Pompon, alter placing the bottle of wine and a glass near his elbow, re tired to the corner indicated, and, taking the sword, began to rub it vig orously. "Since Monsieur wishes it,"he be gan, "I shall tell him what I can. That is small enough return for his saving my life now. I was born in YOU ACTED YOUR PART TO PER FECTION. Provence, not far from Marseilles. 'A child born in the new moon will en counter great perils in life' is a well known Provencal saying. It was sure ly true in my case, for my whole life can be best described in one sentence — 'Out of the pan, into the coals.' Not to weary you, I shall skip the early years up to the time I entered the service of M. Fouquet." "The late superintendent of finance?" interrupted Tonti in some surprise. "The same. For ten years I was one of his confidential servants. When M. Colbert, as intendant, set about to ferret out something by which he could cause M. Fouquet's downfall, I was employed to watch M. Colbert. He was too strong for us. You know the rest; how M. Fouquet was finally disgraced and confined in the fortress at Pignerol. Whether he be dead or no (le bon Dieu rest his soul!) I know not. Colbert wished to be revenged on me for having thwarted his plans so long, but could do nothing until he got one of his creatures, an innkeeper Feriol, to swear that I had tried to in duce him to join me in a plot to mur der the king. This was excuse enough, so after five years' imprisonment in the Bastille, I was sent to the galleys in the hope that I would be killed. After three years of that life I escaped, was recaptured, and sent back to the Bas tille. That was six years ago. They tried their utmost there to incite m 3 to violence so that they could have a new excuse to execute me. They dared not kill me without some cause, for many of M. Fouquet's friends are alive still, and wield sufficient power to make it hazardous for even Colbert to attempt anything like that without some shadow of legal right. They finally succeeded, aov/evei. A fellow prisoner, a feeble old man whose cell adjoined mine, was so ill-treated be fore my very eyes that I grew reck less and killed his assailant in my rage at their inhumanity. Hence my condemnation and attempted execution to-day." "Well done, mou brave," cried Tonti. "Just what I should have done my self. A feeble old man—sangue dl Dio! It makes by blood boil to think what my poor old father may be this moment suffering. He incurred the displeasure of the king and mazar+n, and was imprisoned while I was away on my first campaign. No word can I get of him. No, not even the place of hiu imprisonment. Ah! Louia! CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, JUNE 8, 1905 you accept the oath of (ho son to light for you, to die for you, and yet the nobler father lies languishing in some slimy dungeon, his services unrewarded, his very name forgot Mon Dieu! and if it were not for mv oath and my father's last words to me that in the years to come the king would need the service of every loyal heart and wrist, I vow by Saint Denis, and the finger bone of holy Saint e Anne I saw at Rome, I would try my sword whether or no it couid pierce the stone you wear in placet of a heart —Ha! I hear the sound of soldiers on the stairs. To work, Pompon, and may Saint Anthony of Padua carry us through in safety!" A loud knock at the door and a gruff voice crying, "Open, in the king's name!" He hesitated, then began to sing. A second call, more peremptory than the first, followed "Hola!" he exclaimed in a loud tone, "I believe I heard some one at the door. Entrez! whoever you are " And thus speaking, he turned his head and looked over his shoulder at an officer of the guards who stood in the door way, while the heads of three soldiers were seen behind him "Diamine!" he cried in well-feigned surprise. "Soldiers! And led by my old friend Bertrand. Sit here, mon ami, and tell me how you came to find me out." The officer addressed, as fine a speci men as any in the king's service, gave him his hand and shook it heartily, laughing as he did so. "Mon Dieu! Captain de Tonti, where did you come from? You were far from my thoughts, mon ami. when I entered. I knew not that you lodged here. I am after different game. I am on a hangman's errand That accursed criminal that escaped in the crowd in the square below is supposed to be in hiding somewhere near, and I am de tailed to all the houses in the vi cinity a caretul search Have you seen or heard anything of the rascally rogue?" "Not I" said Tonti. "Neither rogue nor rascal have I seen this day No one has been here save my servant Jacopo and myself. We two are a jolly company. He has no tongue, hence cannot answer back when I scold him. Wait until I tell him to fetch another glass. Hola! Jacopo!''—then he muttered an Italian phrase that was unintelligible to his companions. At this the supposed servant arose, and, placing a second glass on the table, retired to his corner without uttering a sound. Bertrand looked at him sharply, then turned to Tonti and said: "Where got you yon pirate' From one of your Mediterranean cam paigns?" Tonti noticed his glance, but said nothing until he had carefully tilled his friend's glass and then his own. "Ma foi! You would call him pirate in truth did you but know his his tory. Some day I shall tell it you. It is too long to begin now Dame! but I believe I did hear some slight sound on the roof an hour or more ago. I thought it but the scurrying of rats; they are plentiful enough here, God knows. Perchance, though, he whom you seek is up there. Let your men search the roofs and chimneys while you tarry here with me until their return." The temptation was strong, and Bertrand, after giving an order to the men, sat down with his chair facing the open door so that he could see if any one appeared in the passageway. "How like you my lodging?" cried Tonti. merrily. "I regret that the tapestries and hangings are down to be cleaned to-day, while the carved furniture has all been sent to be pol ished for a levee I intend to hold next week. Then, too. see what a view in two directions. Fresh air is healthful, my leech tells me. while the higher up one lives, the nearer Heaven. How ntfw, man, why so sad?" he continued, as he saw that his companion did not enter into the spirit of his talk. "Ah me!" sighed the burly guards man. " Tis the same old tale: a pret ty face; an insolent fellow's sneer; a quarrel; a duel." "Mordioux!" exclaimed Tonti, in mock horror. "Know you not of the king's edict against duelling? For shame, a guardsman too!" and giving way to a burst of merriment, he laughed and beat the table with his fist. "You would have done the same yourself," replied his friend, ruefully. "Such features! Such eyes! Such teeth! What mischievous glances, and what a slender waist!" "Come, tell me all about it," argued Tonti, as he realized the necessity of keeping the guardsman interested un til the return of his men. "Is she court-bred?" "No. Methinks a flower from Brit tany or Poitou." "Tall, fair, and gentle-born?" "Yes, and regal as a queen." "Her name?" "I know not; only this: she lias the protection of Mademoiselle, the adora tion of all true men and the hate and envy of all the court ladies." "So wondrous beautiful," mused Tonti. "Then the king will get her." "No. For Mademoiselle loves not her royal cousin overmuch at present, and will see to it that he gains no sight of her. I have seen her but once my self, and that at a distance. 'Tis but few have even that privilege." "Ah well, mon ami, you may win her yet.—llein! here are your men re turning from their rat-hunt empty banded. Bemember, though, the proverb we have in Tuscany; 'ln buy ing a horse and in taking a wife, shut your eyes tight and commend yourself to God.' " Bertrand laughed, and emptying his glass,arose and joined his men, saying in parting: "Don't let your pirate stray far from home, mon cher Tonti, or some one will arrest him on suspicion." and was soon clattering down the stairs. Tonti waited until they hart time to gain the street when he laughed gay ly at his companion. "Parole d'bonneur! mon cher, Pom pon, but you acted your part to per fection. I shall recommend you to M. Racine for a place in his next tragedy; or perhaps the king would have you in a masque or ballet." "Your speech, too, was excellent, Monsieur," responded Pompon. "Yo.\> know that love, bravery, and neces sity make men good orators. But tell me one thing, Monsieur. That guards man called you Capt. de Tonti. Is that your name?" "Certainement," was the reply. "Henri de Tonti, captain in the king's forces in his Italian campaigns." "You spoke of a father being in captivity," persisted his questioner. "Yes, my father, Lorenzo Tonti, was a Neapolitan banker, but siding with the people in a rebellion, he was com pelled to flee to Prance. He proposed to Mazarin a plan of insurance that would fill the empty coffers of the king, if successfully conducted. The Cardinal, anxious to have all the credit himself, carried out my father's plans only in part. Failure was the result, and the anger of a hateful minister and a mortified king was visited upon him. He was imprisoned while I was away on my first campaign. I have searched and pleaded for information of his whereabouts in vain. Thinking I might gain favor with the king and thus influence him to release my father, I have accepted post after post of danger and difficulty and been vic torious. But appeals to his justice and generosity have alike been to no pur pose. A second trial was made of my father's scheme by Mazarin before his death. They adhered to his plan strictly and were successful. The king's treasury was full enough to commence a foreign war; his minister was rewarded; the brain that contrived and the hand that planned were al lowed to remain languishing behind a prison door." Pompon listened attentively with a strange light in his eyes. When Tonti had finished speaking he said slowly and with a tone of conviction: "My gray-haired prison friend was your father." ' Ah, Cielo!" exclaimed Tonti, start ing up. "The one for whom you slew the jailer?" "The same." With one leap Tonti seized his arm roughly, and eagerly inquired: "And he, where is—" Pompon shook his head sadly. "It was for no purpose. I saved him from a beating, but it was too late. I heard of his death ten days later." "His death?" cried Tonti in despair. "Yes; starvation." All energy seemed to depart from the young man's frame and his chin fell upon his chest in grief. "My father dead!" he murmured. "A prison life; an outcast's burial! How ! bitter the wage for a faithful serv ant." The first shock of his emotion past, he raised his head, while his eye flashed in sudden anger. [To Be Continued.] Millie Bin Nnrae Tell Her Ico. 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