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CHAPTER I.' '
Tho Prophecy.
Half a dozen high, little French
voices floated shrilly out Into the gar
den, on a sunshiny morning of 1820
' from the great ontry of an old farm
houso in the valley under the Jura
mountains. The grandmother, sitting
white-capped In the center of the bub'
bub, beard one more willingly than the
others, for not only was Francois her
beat loved, but aUo the story he asked
for was the story she liked to tell.
Smiling, the grandmother began
"You must know, my children, that it
waa on a day in the month of May, in
the year 1813, that be came. You
Lucie, and you, Pierre, and Marie
were not born, only Francois and
Tomas. Francois was the older not
quite three years old. The mother bad
gone to care for your Aunt Lucie, who
was III, and I kept the bouse for your
father. It was the year of the great
conscription, when the emperor took
all the men to fight, not only the
strong ones, but the boys, and the old
and Infirm, If they might but drag
themselves at the tall of a regiment.
So the few men who were not under
tbe flag were sorely needed by their
families, for It was necessary, It the
women and children were not to
starve, that some Bhould stay to work
la tbe fluids. Your father was of tbe
few who had escaped in our village of
Vieques.
: "One morning a man appeared in
the village and said that Napoleon
would pass this way within a few
hours.
"Outside I heard the neighbors call
log tbe same two words 'Napoleon
comes' one called It to another. If
the trumpet of the angel sounded the
end of the world, they could not have
had more fear. Then your father
- kissed me, and kneeled and held you.
Francois, and Tomas, In bis arms, and
I saw tears, but he was brave but
yea. 'Courage, little mother,' he said,
'for me and for the babies. Courage.'
"And at that your father, who was
my little lad once, you know, my dears,
had gone, and I stood with an ache
where my heart should have been, and
for a moment 1 was stupid and could
Dot think.
, "As I stood so, like a blow there was
a rush of galloping borees In a shower
of noise down the street, and my
heart stopped, for the horses drew up
at this bouse. So that I was still In
Vie middle of the floor when tbe door
opened.
"It opened, that door there, and
against the light I saw men crowding
In the entry. They wore uniforms of
bright colors, and swords hung at their
sides, and on their heads were hate
with trimmings of gold. Then I saw
Napoleon. With a step toward me
he spoke In a kind voice, half smiling,
v " 'Madame,' be said, 'will you let us
use this room and this table for an
hour? You shall not be disturbed in
your work.'
j "I made my courtesy to these great
gentlemen as I had been taught, and I
found myself 6aylng quite easily to his
majesty the emperor, as easily as If I
talked to Monsieur le Cure, to whom
,1 was accustomed, that he was wel
come; that I would serve him gladly
If he wished to command mo. And
thon I left them. I. went Into the
jWtchen and began to get dinner, but
I was so dazed that I could not seem
vto make the soup as usual When,
'suddenly, I heard a child cry, and with
;)no thought then but of my babies, I
.'How to the door of the great room and
'stood looking, for I could not pass the
sentinel.
i
"Among the ofllcers In their uni
forms there lay on the floor little Fran
cois in hie night dress, and all the of
tflcers looked at him and laughed. The
child, sleeping In the farther room.
had waked at tho voices and had
Jcllmbed down from his crib and tod
dled out to see. Tbe glitter of the uni
forms must have pleased him. and as
they all bent over the Doners on the
table he had pulled at the sword of
wiium i unerwara Knew to be the
great Marshal Ney. He wore a dark
coat all heavy with gold lace, my chil
dren, and white pantaloons and high
fshlnlng black boots, and across his
ureaet n scarlet ribbon. He sat next
the emperor. The marshal, turning
sharply at the tug, knocked the little
ono over. It was then Francois cried
out
"Napoleon hlmBelf who spoke as I
peered under the sentinel's arm. He
shook his finger at his officer.
"'Marshal, Marshal,' ho criod, 'are
you not too quick to overthrow so
young a soldier, so full of love for
arms?'
"The emperor seemed to Joko, for
he laughed a little, yet there wn n
sound In his voice as if some part was
jHorioue. He turned sharply to the
I mayr- 'What is the child's name'?'
5 "The mavor vm nni rrioni am
knew the babies. 'Francois Beaupre,
slrjV he answered tremblingly.
vt'The emperor 8ave a short nod,
Make him kneel,' he said. 'Marshal,
)our sword.'
"It wne still for a moment, and all
he ofllcers Btood up silent, and then
16 emperor took thn mnrnhnl'i urnrrt
I and struck the baby's shoulder a light
5 blow wlih the flat of It.
I 'Rise Chevalier Francois Beaupre.'
j" sald dearly, and in the pause he
C ' wlth a Iook ,n hl8 eye8 aa lf
,e ga!Ied forward: 'Some day, per
i a marshal of Franca under an-
ouer Bonaparte.'"
CHAPTER II.
Tk. fit-
q on anger.
I ot isC artcrDoon ,n Ju,y ,D tha year
iand n """" oeing ten yeare oia
Hue , dreamer. came alone through
'Iom !1 ttnd sat down wltn hls Bhor'
fnrt..J :a.nBlln8 over an ancient wall,
iaui?! 8et Bhcer a0WI. He sat there,
f 9 cmfortable and secure, and
kicked his heels, and thought of his
brilliant future, and also of the story
of the great dog and tbe treasure. The
tradition ran that ages back, in the
time of Caesar, fifty years after Christ,
a Roman governor In this Gallic prov
ince had built a formidaLle cuotle on
this hill outside the village. Tbe castle
had great granaries to told the grain
which the governor tortured from tho
peasants and sent to Itomo to sell. So
he grew rich by oppression, and the
gold wring from the people he piled In
cellars deep in his castle. When it
came to he a great amount he sent far
to the north and got a huge dog, and
this dog he trained to a terrible fierce
ness, so that anyone coming near In
the long underground' corridors where
he guarded the treasure was sure to
be torn In pieces, except always the
governor.
For years things went on In this
way, the governor grinding tho peas
ants, and the giant dog guarding him
and his treasure, till at last there came
a thunderbolt the governor was sent
for to come to Home to give an ac
count of the riches which he had kept
from the emperor. He had to go, but
he left the dog In charge, and the night
after he was gone the peasantry gath
ered and set fire to the chateau and
burned It to the ground, and the dog
and the treasure were burled In It,
and there they are to this day. The
peoplo of Vieques believe that If a
man will go to dig that treasure and
will stay till midnight, that at twelve
exactly a colossal dog will rise from
the ruined stones and come, breathing
flames; in his mouth will be the key
of the treasure-vault, and back of him
will stand the ghost of the Roman gov
ernor wrapped In white, his face cov
ered. And If the man will be bold
enough to take tbe key from the flam
ing mouth, then dog and governor will
vanish in a clap of thunder, and In
front of the daring one will rise the
door of the treasure-vault, and ho may
turn the key and go in and help him
self.
Francois considered, and, feeling no
fear In his eoul, decided that he was
the man destined to take the key out
of the dog's mouth and get tho treas
ure, which he would at once transfer
Intact to his mother. He had no need
for treasure; thero were things more
Important. It was for him to become
a marshal of France. Napoleon had
said so; It must be so; but be should
Hke, on the way to this goal, to face
the dog and take the key and give bis
mother tbe treasure.
In the gaiety of the thought, and
feeling both ambitious all but accom
pllehed by this decision, be lifted him
self on tbe palms of his hands and
kicked out lightly over the abyss. As
he kicked there was a sudden strong
grip on his shoulder; he was Jerked
backward and rolled on the grass.
Are you tired of life at this age
then?" a strident voice demanded, and
Francois lay on his back and regarded,
wondering, at ease, the bronzed lined
face of a big man standing over him.
Francois smiled; then laughed with
assurance of the othor's friendliness
up Into the strange man's face. He
got to his feet and stood.
"No, m'sleur," he said politely. "I
was only pleased at thinking what I
am going to be some day."
Ah! Is It permitted to ask wh.it
magnificence It is that you are to be?"
"Cortalnly it Is permitted, m'sleur,"
Francois answered In his courageous.
courteous way. "I shall one day be a
marshal of France under another
Bonaparte.' "
The stranger watched him, aston
ished, and thon he laid bis hand on the
slim Bhoulder In Its homespun blouse,
and his grave voice was gcntlo. "My
child, be careful how you say words
Rise, Chevalier Francois Beaupre I"
like those; you may get your father
Into trouble. It is a good belief to
keep in one's heart, and you and I may
yet shout 'Vive l'Empereur' for a Na
poleon again. Yes, who knows? But
I must go on. Good day, my friend,
the marshal."
CHAPTER III.
Without Fear.
The gilder was at work gilding the
great ball on top of tbe church steeple.
Every twenty years this had to be
done, and It was an event In the vil
lage. Moreover, It was dangerous, and,
like all dangers, fascinating.
The boys of Vieques stood In groups
In the streot with their hends bent
back, watching tbe tiny figure of a
man that crept up an Invisible ladder
far In the air, lashed to the side of the
steeple. Up and up It went, like a fly,
crawling on the flecbe, and there was
sinking focllng in each boy's Btom-
ach which was delightful, to think how
at any moment that creeping black
pot which was the gilder might tall
down, down, and be dashed to pieces.
Achllle Dufour Buggested, "Even
Francois would not dare climb that
ladder to tbe ball. Dare you?"
Tbe great brown eyes of Francois
turned about the group; the boys wait
ed eagerly for his answer. It was al
ways this one who led Into the dan
gerous pluces; always this one who
went a bit further when the 'others'
courage failed.
"I dare," said Francois. Then the
dnrk heads cume together In an un
easy mass, and there was whispering.
At the dinner-hour that day several
mothers of the village remarked that
their small luds were restless, not In
tent as usual on the black bread and
the soup of chopped vegetables and
the green beans all anxious to finish
and get away. Only the mother of
Francole, however, reasoned from this
that mischief was brewing. When the
slim, wiry, little figure slipped from
the table and out through the open
door, she roso and followed and stood
In tho great entry watching him race
across tho field toward the church. He
veered but once In his straight path
to turn to the Prtlpoteaux cottage,
where tho glider lodged while In Vie
ques. "How soon will one bo at work up
there again?" he asked through the
window of Auguste Phllpoteaux sit
ting at his dinner, and the man an
swered good-naturedly:
"It may be In half an hour, my boy,
Not sooner." And Francois raced on.
By this time a boy here and a boy
there had stolen from their dinner
tables and were gathering In groups
down tbe street, but the elders paid
no attention. Francois disappeared In
to the church; the boys began to grow
brea'hless.
"It will take some minutes for the
stairs," one said, and they waited.
Two minutes, three, perhaps five;
something rose out of the trapdoor
leading to the platform from which the
steeple sprang a figure, looking very
small so far up above them. Instantly
It attached Itself, like a crawling fly,
to the side of tho steeple; It moved up
ward. Henri Dufour, below In the
street, Jumped as a hand gripped his
arm. He looked up frightened at La
Clnlre.
"Is that my Francois?" she demand
ed sternly, but the boy did not need to
answer.
With that, by degrees peoplo came
from tho cottages as at some mysteri
ous warning and stood silent, afraid to
breathe, watching the little figure
creeping up, up the dizzy narrowing
peak of the church steeple. A rider
galloped down tho road; , seeing tho
groups, he pulled In his bay horse and
his eyes followed the upward glance
of the whole village.
'Who Is It?" he flung at the nearest
knot of peasants; his voice was abrupt
and .Quimandlng.
The men pulled off their caps, and
one answered respectfully: "It Is lit
tie Francois Beaupre, my seigneur; It
Is a child who has no fear; he Is al
most at tbe top, but wo dread it when
he descends."
"Mon dleul" the man on horseback
growled. "If he looks down be Is lost;
the lad Is a born hero or a born luna
tic."
The crawling spot up there showed
dark In the sunlight against the new
gilding of tbe ball. It stopped; the
blot was fixed for a second; another
second. From the crowd roso gasps
and excited broken sentences.
"Ho has the vertigo! Ho Is lost!"
The dark blot clung against the gild'
Ing. Then suddenly It moved, began
to make a slow way downward, and a
long sigh, like a ripple on water, ran
through the ranks of peoplo. No one
spoko; all the eyes watched the little
figure slip down, down tho unseen lad
der In the air. At last It was at the
bottom; It disappeared Into the trap
door. Every one began to talk volubly
at once; a woman cried for Joy, then a
child spoke In a high voice.
"See," she said shrilly, "tho mother
of Francois goes to meet hlra!"
Lo Clairo was far down the street,
gliding toward that church door
which was under the steeple. As she
reached it the little lad came out, his
face flushed, his eyes shining with ex-
cltemeut and triumph. She took his
band silently, hardly looking at him,
and turned so, quietly, without a word
of either Joy or reproof, her face im
passive. She had got her boy again
from the dead, it seomed to Claire,
and those firot moments were beyond
words or embraces. To touch his warm
hand was enough, Tho man on the
bay horse, trotting slowly along, saw
the meeting.
"It Is a woman out of the common,
that one," he spoke aloud. "She rules
herself and the boy." And the boy
looked up as he came and smiled and
tugged at his cap with the hand which
his mother did not hold.
"Good morning, m'sleur," he said
with friendliness, and tbe rider stared.
"Sucre bleu!" he flung back In bis
strong sudden voice. "It Is my friend,
the marshal. Was It you, then, glued
up there? Yet another fashion to play
with death, eh? Nom d'un chlen! You
have a star of good luck you are
saved for something great, It must
be."
"M'sleur tho Marshal," he flung at
Francois. "Come and see me In the
chateau."
There was a clatter of galloping
hoofs; tbe bay mare and her rider
were far down the street.
"Who Is it. my mother the fierce
gentleman?" Francois asked.
"You are fortunate today, Fran
cols," Claire answered him. "The good
God has saved your life from a very
great foolishness, and alBO I think you
have mada a friend. It Is tbe new
seigneur." .
CHAPTER IV.
Coming to His Own. .
Six years ago, before Waterloo, Na
poleon bad given tho new chateau of
Vieques and Its lands to general the
Baron Gaspard Gourgaud, whom he
had before thon fashioned into a very
good pattern of a soldier out of mate
rial left over from the old aristocracy.
Vieques lay In the Valley Delesmontes
"of tho mountains" a league from
the little city Delesmontes, whose six
thousand Inhabitants constituted It the
chief city of this valley of tho Jura.
Over Vieques hung the .mountain
called Le Rose, behind Le Rose loomed
that greater mountain called Le Ral-
meu; back of Le Ralmeu rolled the
Jura range.
Tho Baron-General Gourgaud, taking
possession of the chateau In this
month of July, thought It lucky he had
not seen this domain of bis before,
else the vision would have turned his
heart from bis duty. After a full career
almost In boyhood for the Cross of
tho Legion of Honor had come to him
at twenty-four after service In the
Spanish and Austrian campaigns and
diplomatic missions; after saving the
emperor's life at Moscow; after Water
loo, Napoleon had chosen him as one
"Come and See Me In the Chateau."
of three ofllcers to go with blm to St.
Helena. Tbe chnteau and estate of
Vieques hnd been given to him by the
emperor after that brave and lucky
moment at Moscow when, tho first
man to enter tho Kremlin, he bad
snatched the match from a mass of
gunpowder which would a moment
later have blown up both officers and
emperor.
Ten years before he bad married;
four years after that his wife had died,
and the daughter she left was now a
girl of seven, a fairy type of girl.
"feu are perfect In every way but
one, Allxe," he said, as he swung ber
high to kiss her. "You are "
"I know," the little girl Interrupted.
comrade-llko. "I know the fault I have.
I am not a boy. But I do not wish to
be a boy, father. I would then grow
to be a great fierce person with a mus
tache like you. Imagine me, father,
with a mustache," and tho two laughed
together.
"Father, father!" Allxe dashed Into
the library.
"Thoro Is a queer, little, vlllago boy
but a good boy, fathor. He has
brought you a bunch of lettuce such
white fat lettuce! Will you see him?
He Is a very good boy."
"Allxe, you are impayable," the gen
eral groaned. "I am your plaything!
Yes, send for all the village that will
help me with my writing."
Allxo, Ignoring sarcasm, had flown.
In a minute she was back and led by
tho hand Francois.
"Ah!" the general greeted him stern
ly. "My friend, the marshal! You
have already begun the attack on my
chnuteau, It seems?"
"No, my seigneur," tho boy an
swered gravely. "Not yet. I bring you
some salade as a present. It Is from
my mother's garden. I chose the best."
"I thank you," said the general with
seriousness. "I am not sure If your
mother will thank you equally. It is
a good present."
Francois was gratified. Le Clalrr
had this morning sent him to tho gar
dens with a wide margin of time, and
the Inspiration had come as he looked
down the gleaming row of white let
tuce that ho would take a tribute and
make tho visit which tbe seigneur had
asked him to make.
General Gourgaud brought down his
fist on a table so that It rattled and
Francois started but not Allxe.
"Sabre de bols!" he threw at the
two children. "You have ruined my
morning between you. I meant to fin
ish those cursed chapters this morn
ing. But let them wait Having the
honor to receive a visit from an officer
of high rank, the least I can do Is to
entertain blm. What amusement do
you prefer, M'sleur the Marshal? I
am at your service."
It was natural to Francois to believe
every one kindly; he accepted with
simplicity, if with slight surprise, the
general's speech.
The seigneur has fought battles un
der the great emperor himself?" the
boy asked In an awed tonn.
"Yes," came tbe abrupt answer.
"Think!" whispered the French boy.
To have fought under the emperor!"
And the old soldier's heart thrilled
suddenly. The child went on. "If the
seigneur would tell me a story of one
fight of Just one!"
Ratlsbon, Ratlsbon!" clamored
Allxe, and Blie scrambled over tho arm
of his chair to her father's knee and
her hand went around his neck. "Tell
about Ratlsbon and the ditch and the
ladders, father."
"Haiti" ordered the general. "I have
not a week to talk. But I will tell
about Ratlsbon lf you wish."
The deep voice stopped, then went
on agalu. "The Austrlans held Ratls
bon and the brldgo acrosB tho Danubo
river. The emperor wished to take
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the town and that brldgo. Marshal
Lannes was ordered to do It You see,
my children, the walls were very old
but filled with Austrian artillery, and
there was Infantry on the parapets.
An old ditch lay under tbe walls, a
large ditch, dry, but twenty feet high
and fifty feet wide. AH tbe bottom of
It was a vegetable garden. To take
that town it was necessary to go down
Into that ditch and climb up again to
the walls, and all the time one would
be under firo from tbo Austrlans on
the walls do you understand that.
children? Very well. Twice the mar
shal asked for fifty volunteers to take
the ladders and place them In the
ditch. Twice ono hundred men sprang
forward, and It was necessary to
choose the fifty. Twice they dashed
out, carrying the ladders, from behind
tbe great stone barn which had coh
ered them, and each time the detail
was wled out fifty men wiped out. It
was like that, my children, the fight at
Ratlsbon."
"The emperor!" Francois breathed
"the emperor was there!"
Probably nothing, which had not to
do with his daughter, could have
touched General Gourgaud as did that
trlbuto.
"Saprlstl!" he growled. "The arm
of the little corporal reachos a long
way. The child has not even seen him,
and volla, he loves him."
The child's face flushed. "But yes.
my seigneur," Francois spoke quickly.
"But yes. I have Been the emperor "
"You have seen Napoleon?" The
general was surprised. "How Is that?"
In a boyish fashion, In bomely lan
guage of his class, yet with that dra
matic Instinct which Is characteristic
ally French, Francois told his tale as
his grandmother bad told it to him and
to his brothers and sisters the tale
which the children called "Napoleon
Comes." Tho general listened with a
slncero Interest
"My boy," he addressed the lad. "I
do not know the law I am a soldier.
Yet by my Idea you are chevalier, ire
ated so by tbe act of tho most power
ful monarch who ever ruled France
by our Emperor Napoleon. Tbe time
may come when, as the emperor said,
you may be a marshal of France under
another Bonaparte. But that Is a
small thing lf tho time comes when
you may help another Bonaparte to
come to his right, to rulo over France
It Is that of which you must think till
the hour strikes, and then It Is that
which you must give your life for.
Little Francois, the visionary, the
hero worshiper, trembled. "I will do
It, my seigneur," ho said, frightened yet
Inspired, lifted Into a tremendous dlx-
rying atmospnere. Ana witn teat a
secret which he had told no one, not
even his mother, broke forth. "My
seigneur, a strange thing happens
sometimes I have dreams yet they
are not dreams In broad daylight I
see things I hear voices which are
not of our village. Three times I saw
a long road up a mountain, and over
the mountain was a large star. I saw
It three times, and once a voice said 'It
Is tbe star of the Bonapartes, but also
your star, Francois. Follow It"
The general was a hard-headed per
son for all his cult of Napoleon, and
vision-seeing appeared to blm non
sense. He pooh-poohed at once the
Idea of a star divided between the
house of Bonaparte and a small peas
ant. "Your mother had bettor put a
wet cloth In your cap," he advised.
"Parbleu seeing stars In midday!
Somo ono-Iegged old fighter has been
gabbling before you about the star of
the Bonapartes, and that and a touch
of sunstroke In this heat. It may be,
have turned you silly. Let me hear no
more of stars, but keep at your lesson
and learn to be "
With that he was aware that the
boy did not hear him. The light figure
was on tiptoes the large eyes stared
at tho wall, nnd tho child spoke In an
uninfected voice as If something muf
fled spoko through him.
I see the star," he said. "I see It
through a window where there are
NAMES THAT DICKENS USED
Carved on English Tombstones, They
Recall the Works of Great
Author.
The happy discovery In Chalk
churchyard of "tho Immortal names"
of Twist, Flight and Guppy reminds
mo that some years ago In Buuhlll
Fields cemetery I noticed on some
tombstones not far apart from one
another the following names: Sarah
Brass, Garland and Sophronla, all of
which appear In "The Old Curiosity
Shop;" Oram, the name of tho under
taker In "David Copperfleld;" and
Blight and George Sampson, names
occurring In "Our Mutual Friend."
George Sampson Is the much snub
bed suitor of Bella VIlfor's sister La
vinla. "Young Plight," whoBe wages
were 15s a week, Is elaboratoly de
scribed as being "managing clork,
Junior clerk, common law clerk, con
voying clerk, chancery clerk, every re
finement and department of clerk, ot
Mr. Mortimer Llghtwood, Solicitor."
Dick Swlvellcr's "The Marchioness."
whom he named "Sophronla Sphinx,' -J
as being "a name euphonious and gen
teel, nnd furthermore Indicative of
mystery," Is known to everybody. In
"Our Mutual Frlond," however, there
flKuros a much less distinguished and
well known Sophronla, the w lfo, name
ly, of "the Eluger whiskered" and dis
Iron bars. . . . Ah!" The Interjec
tion was In the boy's natural accent,
and he shivered violently. "Ugh!" His
teeth chattered and be looked about
vaguely. "It Is like an Icehouse. I do
not like those dreams; they make me
so cold. Seigneur, It Is lute; my moth
er will not be pleased. And I must
stop at the garden and pick the vege
tables for supper carrots and peas. 1'
must hurry to get the peas and car
rots." Llttlo Allxe, clutching her father's
thumb, watched as the boy disap
peared. Then, to the general's aston
ishment, sho began to sob. "I I don't
know," she answered his quick ques
tion. "But I I think It Is because I
am sorry tbe little boy was so cold."
CHAPTER V.
A Game of Cards.
Francois Beaupre Le Francois of
Vieques sober, laborious, bad In biro
a certain plg-headedness, and nlso a
vein of the gambler which had swollen
with use; yet because It bad so far
brought him only good luck the neigh
bors called this good Judgment He
was a dealer In working oxen; he
bought and raised and sold them, and
only his wife knew what chances he
often took In buying young beeves. It
was a simple solid form of speculation,
yet It was that.
On a day In September he left Vie
ques early In tho morning to drive to
the market In Delesmontes, a league
distant, two pairs of oxen which he
bad bought as calves for almost noth
ing from poor stock out of a farm
leagues away. Ho bad fed and trained
and cared for them till now they were
all well set-up and powerful and
smooth-working ready to Bell for a
goo4 price. At tho market he found
that there were few oxen to be dis
posed of, none which compared to his,
and his Ideas of value went up he
would get nine hundred francs for
them, which delayed the Bale.
So It came to be, by the time his
bargain was closed, three o'clock In
the afternoon, and he had had no din
ner. With the cattle off his bands
and the money In bis pocket he felt a
sense of leisure and of wealth. Hun
gry as a wolf he felt also, and he
turned Into tho Inn of Delesmontes,
where the sign of a huge bear, cut out
of tin and painted black, swung before
the door.
A waitress approached him a som
melllere trim In her short calico Bklrt
and white apron, her hair done In the
picturesque fashion of the place. Tbe
girl took his order; as she turned to
go a man Just coming In knocked
against her, and apologizing with
many words, caught sight of Francois.
"Good day!" ho saluted blm heartily.
"Good day. Monsieur Beaupre," and
Francois, friendly always, answered
"Good day," but with a reservo, for he
did not recnll the man. "You don't
remember me? That la natural, for
we met but once. Yet I have not for
gottou you. It was at the house of
my couBln, Paul Nolrjean of Devllller."
Now Paul Nolrjean was an old ac
quaintance and a solid man, and
though Beaupre did not see him often, !
living six leagues away, he respected
him highly. A cousin of bis was to be
considered, nnd Fraucols was embar
rassed that his memory could not
focus on the meeting. He tried to
cover this with cordiality, and Invited
the stranger to share his meal.
"Not at all, not at nil," the other
answered. "Yet we must have a bottle
of wine together, but It shall bo my
bottle."
Francois objected; the man Insisted.
At length: "Seo, wo will play cards
for that bottle," tho unknown man sug
gested, and tho cards were brought,
and a'gamo of La rams euchre was
In progress In two minutes.
Meanwhllo the wine had come, nnd
Francois, a touch more generous and
moro cordial for It, was Renlnlly sorry
when he won and tho stranger muBt
pay.
'to nrc roNTtN't'icr
reputable Mr. Lammle. Correspon
dence London Times.
Historic City of Kiev.
KlefT or Kiev, scene of the great
"ritual murder" trlul, Is the earlleBt
seat of Christianity In Russia. As the
most ancient capital of tho empire it
bas earned Its title of mother of cities.
Its far stretching monastery of Petch
orskaya Lavra Is one ot the wonders
of the world. Wltu many a church
nnd chapel and Innumerable monkish
cells "within Its hlsh wall, tha "eiiv of
caves" forms a town by ltBelf. To
tho catacombs cut out of tho solid
rock every year como pilgrims from
all over Russia to worship at the
Bhrlnes of tho Balnts who came years
ago from Byzantium. But Kleff Is
i.o t a typically Russian city. It has
lost Its early Byzantjno character
without gaining the modern Russian
spirit
Medals for What They Don't Do.
"Dear me," said the potentate, "who
are those people and what Is the mean
ing of their enormous badges?"
"Prince," was the reply, "they are
members of a temperance society and
their badges signify that they never
get drunk."
The prince frowned.
"If I wore a big badge," he said, "foi
every wrong thing I don't do you
couldn't see my clothes at all."
Three Characters Contemplated T
Meet the Requirements Of tha
Various Issues Provided
By the Law.
Washington, D. C The system pro
vided by the new currency law will re
quire a new issue of paper currency.
and tbe artists of the Bureau of Print
ing and Engraving, where the paper
money is made, are already at work
preparing designs. No official ap
proval has yet been given to the de
signs, but the artistic merit of thoss
already submitted bas been applauded
by officials of the Treasury Depart
niont. It will probably be a year be
fore the new money will be required
for circulation, and this will give
ample time to the engravers to pro
duos the best workmanship possible, lf
the designs are early passed upon. It
la probable that the designs submitted
will await the return of Secretary Mo
Adoo for his official sanction.
The designs contemplate three char
acters of paper currency the Federal
reserve note which is to displace the
emergency currency, the issue of
which was extended a year by the new
currency law; the Federal bank note,
for Issue as the circulation currency
of the reserve banks, as the national
bank note Is now the circulation
medium of national banks, and nation
al bank notes to replace the circulation
of national banks that do not cancel
their present circulation and that take
advantage of all or part of the 20-year
period for the retirement of all nation
al circulation.
The notes are to be made In value of
$5, 10, $20, $50 and upward. The
three characters of paper currency ara
to be similar In all respects, except
that each will be distinguished for the
character of currency that it is by the
engraved words. Federal reserve cui"
rency, Federal bank currency or na
tional bank currency and other neces
sary descriptive matter of slmilat
character
The size of the notes will follow the
present standard, although it Is most
probable that a later Issue will con
form to the size proposed in an issue of
paper currency by the last administra
tion directed, and never put into cir
culation, and held up by this adminis
tration. The fares of the five-dollar notes, as
designed, bear the portrait of Presi
dent Abraham Lincoln In miniature on
the rlght-hnnd side of the note. The
denomination Is expressed In a large
Arabic numeral, one at each of the
four corners. There Is a delicate and t
beautiful border around the edge of
the note, leaving a wide expanse of
white In the center. The back of this
note boars designs illustrative of agri
culture. At one end of the note is a
scene depicting agricultural pursuits.
At the opposite end is an allegorical
group devoted to the same theme.
There Is again considerable expanse of
white center.
Cleveland Is to be the portrait for
the ten-dollar note. Manufacturing Is
the theme for the back of the note,
with a scene of a busy factory, and
allegorical figures, following tho sama
treatment, given tho back of the five
dollar note. Commerce Is to be tbe
themo of the twenty-dollar note, and
JefTerson the portrait. Grant's por
trait Is to adorn the fifty-dollar note,
graver's theme for the back,
with arts and sciences as the en
Tbo backs of the five and ten-dollar
notes, and tbo face of the five-dollar
note have already been drawn, and the
drawings submitted for approval.
Bureau draftsmen are now working on
the designs for the other denomina
tions. PREACHER GETS FIVE YEARS.
The Rev. Daniel Grantham Convicted
Of Killing Man In Feud.
Puervls, Miss. The Rev. Dan in
Grantham, pastor of a Baptist church
here, was found guilty of manslaughter
and sentenced to five years in prison.
He was convicted of killing George
Burkhalter In a controversy growing
out of an alleged feud between the.
Grantham and Burkhalter families.
ADAMS KILLED AT CARD TABLE.
West Virginian Fires Fatal Shot At
His Companion.
Williamson, W. Va. Daniel Adams
was shot dead by William Ackerman,
whom he had mortally wounded in a
quarrel at Matawan, near hero. The
men had been playing cards.
THIS CELLULOID COLLAR FATAL.
Catches Fire and Kills Wearer While
At Work.
Hanover, N. II. A burning celluloid
collar caused the death of William E.
Stone, a painter, while at work in hla
"hop. His clothes caught Are. Roll-
"B himself quickly in a snow bank out
side the door, he thought bo had ex
tinguished tho flames, when a smolder
ing spark caught bis celluloid collar.
In a quick flash which followed Stone
inhaled the flames. '
WOMAN 8HOT THROUGH WINDOW
Unknawn Assailant Kills Her At Break,
t fast Table.
Rhea Springs, Tenn. Mrs. Hub
Center was shot and killed near here
by an unknown assailant, who fired a
Bhotgun thrown a window while tha
woman was sitting at the breakfast
table in the home ot James Smith, her
, uncle. Smith was wounded In the arm.
Officers with bloodhounds are at
tempting to trail the assailant No
motive for the shooting Is known. Mrs,
I Center waa Smith's houuekeepor.