THE FULTON COUNTY NEWS. McCONNELLSBURG. PA.
SULZER'S LEGAL
FIGHT STARTED
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Opens Proceedings to Regain
Governorship.
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8YNOP8IS.
Krancoia rieaupre. a pennant bnba of
three nr. ufter an amuiilnir Incident in
which Marshal Ney flKures Ih mado
Chevalli-r of Trance by Iho Emperor Na
potwn. In eho home of tlie lull a parents
in the village of Vlcquei, France, where
the empi'ror had briefly atopped to hold a
nounell cif war. Napoleon prophesied that
the boy nilht one day be a marshal of
Krance under another ltonaparte. At the
H4ie of tn Krancoia tneetii a atranger who
In aatonlHhed when the boy tellg him of
hi ambition. Francois vlalts f'"ier'
Baron iianpard Ooiirgauil, who with
Alixe, Ti Ih seven-year-old daimhter. Uvea
at the Chateau. A soldier of the Kmplre
under Napoleon he iron the bny'a Imag
ination with stonea of Ills campaigns.
The gennrnl offers Francois a home at
the Chateau. The boy refuse to leave his
parents, but In the end beoemes a copy
ist for the general and learns of the
i friendship net ween tlie general ami mm-
; quls Zappl, who canipalKiied with the tjen
I' cral under Napoleon. Marquis Zappl and
his son, rieiro, arrlva at the Chat eau.
I The general agreca to care for the Mar
s' qiuVa son while the former goes to
America. The Marquis before leaving for
f America nsks Francois to be a friend
'Y hi son. The boy solemnly promises.
I'j .
j! CHAPTER IX.
The Castle Children.
There was a farm In the Valley
I; Deleemontee Are mlle It was from
K "Vieques which was a dependence of
the selgneury; for centurlea the same
family bad held It, and It was con
sidered the richest holding for a peas
ant In that part of the world. Just
now the family all at once came to
an end. It was necessary to find new
-tenants, and the general offered the
place to Le Francois and La Claire.
Even In their best days they bad not
been so prosperous as this would
make them. But what about Fran
cols? The general glowered at them
from deep eyes.
"There's always a screw somewhere
In every good thing. This time It's
the boy." .
Therewas a silence. Claire trem
bled. "It will go bard with the lad to j
give us up," she brought out softly.
"He won't give you up; I should not
respect him If he gave you up," the
general thundered, and the two peas
ants breathed more freely. This great
good fortune was not, after all, the
price of their son.
By degrees the three came to an
understanding. A tutor was to be en
gaged for the three children; Francois
was to live at the castle as If It
(hould be explained to him he were
going away to school, and every Fri
day he was to walk to the Ferme du
Val the Valley Farm and stay with
his people until Sunduy afternoon,
f This new order of things was well
settled before lx months bad passed
after the going of the Marquis Zappl.
And then In three or four months
more something happened.
Francois was alone with the general
when the letter como. Ills eyes were
on bis seigneur's face as he read the
letterund the boy saw the blood rush
through the weather-hardened skin In
brown-red flood, and then fade out,
leaving It gray. The boy had never
seen thegeneral look so. With that,
the big arms were thrown out on the
table and the big grizzled bead fell
ioto them.
I Then he lifted his head and told
tho boy bow tho friend whom be bad
found lately, after eo many years of
separation, had gone away not to come
back In this life, and how Pietro was
fatherless. Francois, holding tightly
with both flBts to the general's hand,
listened wide-eyed, struck to the heart.
J "I3ut be had a brave Ilfo, my
'seigneur It Is the best thing that
tliero Is. My mother said so. My
mother told me that we nlmll emllo
Inter, when we are with the good
God, to think that wo ever feared
aVatb on this earth. For she says one
spends a long time with the good God
fiter, and all one's dear friends come,
nd It Is pleasant and It is for a long,
Jong time, while hero It Is, after all,
quite short. Is not that truo. my
elgneur? My mother said It."
J IHg littlo Pietro had to be told what
pud happened and how the general
Vas now to be a father to him as
P'-st he might, and Allxe and Francois
Would be his sister and brother. He
look the blow dumbly and went about
Pis studies next morning, but for
imny days he could not play, and
ny Francois could make him speak
llo was handsome extraordinarily
Jiandsome and a lovable good child,
but slow In Initiative where Francois
was ready, shy where Francois was
friends with all tho world. Btcudy
Soing where the peasant boy was bril
liant. Between the two, of such con
panting types, was an unshaken bond
Jrom tho first, and at this age It
fc"omed to be tho littlo peasant who
Jmd everything to give. Smaller phys
ically, weaker In nuiBclo than tho big
,oncd son of North Italy, ho yet took
iuite naturally an attitude of protec
tion nnd guldnnce, and Pietro accept
ed It without hesitation.
I Two years slid past noiselessly, un
noticed, and It was vacation time; It
as August of the year 1824. The old
hatoau of Vlcques-the ruin lay
Jack behind the corn flelds and smiled
?' hot sunlight.
A tall lad of fourteen, another boy,
lighter, quicker, darkor, and a little
Kin of eleven In a short white dress,
pandered through the ruins, talking
j-araestly now, silent now, filling the
gr m place with easy laughter again.
fMixe and Francois and Plotro were
.rowing up. lhB ,.norni Birpn(1v
f nimbied words about kittens turning
j " T- -nl8' s he looked at them.
Just behind tho . .i..
emulated, "was the dog's bed-
vk(. UI course, a great monsieur
C. dog had hlB own bedroom
je, and office, tocBnd maybe his
fining-room."
a.t?i the loke wa enou8k n httt
ilaueht!y .f vactt"oa to set peals of
t "Whr. iPP,ev laughlng "Odonly..
L,. ta hatT" e demanded. Her
1 mound, and th fiance
ILLUSTRATION 6y ELLSVORTrt YOUNJ
II .T .T1HTT? ATTDN.S Tj ni.SVnPTH vniTOrt
of the others followed hers. A young
man, a boy; was coming lightly down
the slope, and something in his figure
and movement made It Impossible
even at a distance that It should be
any one of the village. He taw them,
and came forward, and his cap was
off quickly as he glanced at Allxe.
But with u keen look at the ti'ree, It
was Francois to whom ho spoku.
"Is this France?" be asked.
"But yas, Monsieur," Francois an
swered wondering and In a moment
he wondere.1 more. Tho strange boy,
his cap flung from him, dropped on
his knees and kissed the grass that
grew over tho Roman governor's foun
dations. With that he was standing
again, looking at them unnshamed
from his quiet gray eyes.
"It le the first time I have touched
the soil of Franco slnco I was seven
years old," ho stated, not as If to
excuse bis act, but as If explaining
something historical. And was stlenl.
Tho strange boy talked very little;
they could not recollect that he aBked
questions, after his first startling
question; yet here was Allxe, the very
spirited and proud littlo Allxe, anxious
to make him understand everything of
their own affairs.
"I am Alixe," she began and
stopped short, seized with shyness.
Was It courteny to explain to the
young monsieur about her distin
guished father? She round herself
suddenly In an agony of confusion.
Then the stranger mado a low bow
and spoke In the gentlest friendly
tones.
"It Is enough. It Is a charming
name. Mademoiselle Allxe. I believe
I shall now think It the most charm
ing name In France."
"She has more of a name than that.
however, Monsieur," and Francois
stepped across the grass and stood by
tho little girl, ber knight, unconscious
of the part he played. "It Is a very
grand name, the other one. For our
Bcigneur, the father of Allxo, Is Mon
sieur the Baron (laapard Gourgaud, a
general of Napoleon himself; was In
deed with tho Emperor at St. Helena."
Francois had no faso modesty, no
self-consciousness; he felt that he had
placed Allxe's standing now In the
beet light possible. The strange boy
felt It, too. It seemed, for he started
as Francois sppke of Napoleon; his
reserved face brightened and his cap
wns off and sweeping low as ho bowed
again to Allxe more deeply. Francois
was delighted. It was In him to en
joy dramatic effect, as It Is In most
Frenchmen. He faced about to Pietro.
"This one, Monsieur," ho went on,
much taken with himself as master of
ceremonies, "Is Monsieur the Marquis
Zappl of Italy. Ills father also fought
for tho great captain."
The quiet strange boy Interrupted
swiftly. "I know," ho said. "Of the
Italian corps under Prince Kugepe;
also on the fluff of Lannes. I know
the name well," and he bad Plctro's
hand In a firm grasp and was looking
Into the lad's embarrassed face with
bis dreamy keen eyes.
The children, surprised, were yet
too young to wonder that a boy scarce
ly older thun themselves should have
the army of Napoleon at his Angers'
ends; ho gave them no time to think
about it,
"One sees, without names, that you
are of the noblesse," be said simply,
embracing the three In his sleepy
glance. He turned to Francois. "And
you, Monsieur the spokesman? You
are also of a great Ilonapartlst house?"
Francois stood straight and slim;
his well-knit young body In bis mili
tary dress was carried with all the
assurance of an aristocrat. He smiled
his brilliant exquisite Binllo Into tho
older boy's face.
"Me I am a peasant," he said cheer
fully. "I have no 'souse."
"lie Is a peasant yes. But he Is
our brother, Plctro's and mine, and no
"I Am Louis Bonaparte."
prlnco Is bettor than Francois not
one."
"Or half so good," Pietro put In with
his slow tones.
"You are likoly right," the stranger
agreed laconically.
And then without questions asked,
In rapid eager eentences, the three
had told him how it was; how Fran
cols, refusing to leave the cottage, was
yet the son of the castlo., With that
they wcro talking about tlie village of
Vieques, and Its antiquity, and then
of the old chateau; and one told the
legend of the treasure and of the
guardian dog,
"Just over the wall there la the
opening where ho appeared to old
Pierre Tremblay," Francois pointed
out
"I think I should like to dims the
wall," the stranger said.
And he did. The others watching
anxiously, be crawled out on the un
certain pile ten foet In air. A big
stone crashed behind him; be crawled
on. Then there was a hoarse rumble
-Jill
of loosened masonry, and down came
the great blocks closo to his hands
he was slipping! And, above, tbe wall
swayed. Then, in the instant of time
before the catastrophe, Francois had
sprung like a cnt into tho center of
danger and pushed tho other Iwy, vio
lently reeling, across the grass out of
harm's way.
Allxe screamed once sharply. Fran
cols lay motionless on his face nnd the
great stones rained around him. It
was all over in a moment; in a mo
ment more a shout of Joy tobo from
Pietro, for Francois lifted his head
and began crawling difficultly, with
I'letro's help, out of the debris.
"I have to thank you for my life,
Monsieur the peasant," the stranger
said, and held out his hnnd. "More
over, It Is seldom that a prophecy Is eo
quickly fulfilled. You said a few min
utes ago thnt you should one day do
a thing worth while for a Bonaparte.
You have done it You have saved my
life."
Francois' hand crept to his cap and
he pulled It off and stood bareheaded.
"Monsieur, who are you?" he
brought out.
The strange boy's vanishing smile
brightened his face a second. "I am
Louis Bonaparte." he raid quietly.
The little court of three stood about
tho young Prince, silent. And In a
moment, In a few sentences, he had
told them how the day before, he had
been seized with a hunger for the air
of France, which bo had not breathed
since, as a boy of seven, his mother
had e.icnped with him from Paris dur
ing tht Hundred Hays. He told them
how the desire to stand on French soil
had possessed him, till at last ho bad
run away from his tutor nnd had found
the path from his exiled home, the
cnstlo of Arenenberg, In tho canton of
Thurgovle, In Switzerland, over the
mountains Into the Jura valley.
"It is Imprudent." he finished the
tale calmly. "Tho government would
turn on all Its big engines In an uproar
to catch one schoolboy, If it was
known. But I had to do It." Ho threw
back his head and filled his lungs with
a great breath. "The air of France,"
he whispered In an ecstasy.
For two hours more they told sto
ries nnd played games through tho
sort old ruins of tho savage old strong
hold, as light-heartedly, as carelessly
as If thero were no wars or Intrigues
or politics or plots which hnd been
and were to bo closo to the lives of
all of them. Till, as tho red round
sun went down behind tho mountain
of tho Rose, Francois' quick eye
caught sight of a fluro swinging rap
Idly down the mountain road where
tho Prince hnd come.
"But look. Louis," he called from bo
hind the rock where ho was preparing,
as a robber baron, to swoop down on
Prince Louis convoying Alixe as an
escaped nun to 'I'letro's monoutery In
another comer.
And the boy Prince, suddenly grave,
shaded his eye with his hand and
gazed up the mountain. Then his
hand fell and be sighed. "Tbe adven
ture is over," ho said. "I must go
back to tho Prince business. It is
Monsieur Lebas."
Monsieur Lebas, tho tutor, arrived
shortly In anything but a playful hu
mor. Tho boy's mother, Queen Hor
tense, was in Homo, nnd be was re
sponsible; he had been frightened to
the vergo of madness by the prince's
escapade.
The playmates were separated
swiftly. Monsieur Lebas refused with
something like horror the eager sug
gestion that bo and his chargo should
spend the night at tho chateau. The
Prince must bo gotten off French
ground without a moment's delay.
CHAPTER X.
The Promise.
'"Mon Dieu!" said tho general.
' It was six years later. At the new
chateau not a blado of grass seemed
changed. The general stood In the
midst of closo-cropped millions of
blades of grilse as ho stopped short
on the sloping Inwn which led down
to the white stone steps which led to
tho sunken garden. Allxti, in her rid
ing habit, with a leather In her bat,
and gauntleted gloves on her hands,
wns so lovely as to be startling. She
looked nt tho ground, half shy, halt
laughing, and beat the grass with her
rldlng-whlp. Francois wae leaning
toward her and talking, and the gen
eral, coming slowly down the lawn,
felt a Hood of pride rise In him as he
looked at this successful picture of a
boy which ho hnd done so much to
fashion. Tho two hnd been riding to
gether, and Francois appeared, as
most men do, at his bcBt In riding
clothes. With that, as the general
marched Blowly down the velvet elope,
unseen by them, regarding them Ills
girl and his boy, this happy sister nnd
brother with thnt the brother lifted
his sister's hand and, bending over It.
kissed It slowly, in a manner unmis
takably unbrothurly.
"Mon Dieu!" gasped tbe general,
and turned on his heel and marched
back to his library.
All that afternoon he stayed stut
up in tho library. At dinner be was
taciturn.
The next morning the general sent
for Francois to come to him in the
library. A letter had been brought a'
short time before and was lying open
on the table by his hand.
"Francois," began the general In his
deep abrupt tones, "I am In trouble.
Will you help me?"
"Yes, my Seigneur," said Francois
quickly.
The general glared at him, frown
tog. "We shall ieo," be said again,
and thou suddenly as a shot from a
cannon "Does Allxe love you, Fran
cols?" "I I think not, my Setrneur," he
answered In a low voice.
"I am hurting you," the deep voice
said and only one or two people in
the world bad beard that voice so full
of tenderness. "I am hurting my son.
But listen, Francois. It was tbe dear
est wish of I'letro's father it has
been my dearest wish for years that
Allxe and Pietro should ofle day be
married. ,It Is that which would be
the crown of a friendship forged in
tho fires of battle-fields, tempered In
tho freezing starving snow fields of
Itusslu, finished I hope never finished
for all eternity."
Francois, his head bent, his eyes on
the general's hund which held his, an
swered very quietly. "I seo," ho snld.
"You would not take her from Pie
tro, who, I am sure, loves her?"
Francois looked up sharply, but the
general did not notice. He spoke
slowly. "I promised I'letro's father"
the boy seemed to be out of breath
"to be I'letro's friend alwayB," he
said.
Tho general smiled then and let the
Angers go, and turned to the letter
on the table before, him. "Good!" he
said. "You are always what I wish.
Francois," and it was quite evident
that tbe load was off bis mind.
CHAPTER XI.
, With All My 8oul.
The general swung around to the
lad. "Francois, this letter Is about
Allxe Turned Sharply.
you." Ho tnpped the rustling paper.
"Pietro wants you to como to him as
his secretnry."
Francois' large eyes lifted to tho
general's face. Inquiring, startled,
childlike. "Plotro!" ho said slowly.
"I hnd not thought of that."
"Yet you know thnt Pietro was
heart and soul In the plots of the
Italian patriots?"
"Yes."
"But you had not thought of going
to help him fight?"
"No, my seigneur. I had thought
only of the fight for which I must be
ready here."
"This Italian business will be good
prncttce," said tho general, as a man
of today might speak of a tonnls tour
nnment, "And you and Pietro will bo
enehnnted to be together again."
Francois smiled, nnd something in
tho smile wrung the general's heart.
"Francois, you nro not going to be
unhappy about littlo Allxe ?"
Quickly Francois threw back, as If
ho had not heard the question: "My
Selgttrur, I will go to Pietro; It will
be the best thing possible action and
training, and good old Pietro for a
comrade. My Seigneur, may I go to
morrow ?"
"Tomorrow!" The general was
startled now. "A thousand tftundere.
but you are a sudden lad! Yet It will
be no harder to give you up tomorrow
than it would be next month. Yes, to
morrow, then, let It bo."
Francois stood up, slim, young, alert
and steady, yot somehow not as -the
boy who had come In to tho general
an hour before; more, perhaps, as a
man "who had been through a battle
and come out very tired, with the
noise of the fighting In his ears.
"I will go to the farm tonight, to
my mother and my father. And this
afternoon I will ride with Allxe, if you
do not want me for the book, my
Seigneur and If she will go. May I
ask you not to toll Allxe of this to
leave it to me to tell her?"
"Yes," agreed the general doubt
fully. "But you will be careful not
to upset her, Francois?"
"I will bo caroful."
"And and you will do what you
can to help Pietro, will you not, my
son?"
A quick contraction twisted Fran
cois' sensitive mouth and was gone,
but this tlmo tho general saw. "You
may trust me, my Seigneur," the boy
said, and moved to the door; hut the
general called to him as his hand
touched the latch.
"Francois!"
"Yes, my Seigneur." He faced about,
steady and grave, and stood holding
the door.
"Francois, my son I have not hurt
you vory much? You do not love
Allxe deeply? Do you love her, Fran
cols?" There was a shock of stillness in the
old dim library. Through tho window
where the children's shouts had
come In ten, years before to the mar
quis and the general one beard now
In the quiet the sudden staccato of a
late cricket. Tho general, breathing
anxiously, looked at Francois,. Fran
cols standing like a statue. The gen
eral repeated his question Boftly,
breathlessly. "Do you love her, Fran
cois?" With that the great eyes blazed and
the whole face of the boy lighted as
if a fire had flamed inside a lantern.
He threw back his head.
"With all my soul," he said. "And
forever."
W
OOPrMCHT BY HCMU. CO.
. A rushing mountain stream white
veiled in the falling, black-brown in
tho foam-flecked pools tumbled,
splashed, brawled down the mountain;
tha mountain hung over, shadowy;
banks of fern held the rampant brook
In chains of green. Allxe and Fran
colse, riding slowly in the coolness of
the road below, looked up and Baw it
all, fumlllar, beautiful, full of old as
sociations. "Ono misses Pietro," Francois said.
"Ho always wanted to ride past the
'Trou du Gouvemeur.' "
A Roman legend had given this
name to the deep pool of tho brook
by tbe road; it was said that the cruel
old governor had used It, two thousand
years 'back, for drowning refractory
peasants. Alixe gazed steadily at thw
dark murmuring water.
"Yes, one misses him. Is life like
that, do you suppose, Francois? One
grows up with people, and they get
to bo as much a part of living as the
air, or ono's hands and then, sud
denly, one Is told thab they are go
ing away. And that ends It. One
must do without air, without hands.
What a world,' Francois!"
"We are not meant to like it too
much, I bellove, Allxe," said Francois
sunnily. "It Is Just en passant, this
world, when you stop to consider.
This is school, this life, I gather. My
mother says It Is not vory important
If ono has a good seat In the school
room or a bad; if ono sits near one's
playmates or Is sent to another cor
ner, bo long as ono Is a good child
and works heartily at one's lessons.
It Is only for a day and then we go
homo, where all that is made right.
Not a bad idea of my mother's, la it,
Allxe?"
"Your mother Is a wonderful wom
an," Allxo answered thoughtfully.
"She IIvcb like that. She never let
things trouble her, not even when your
father lost everything. Did she, Fran
cols?" "No," said Francois. "She Is ono of
tho few peoplo who know what the
real things are and live in them. It
Is hard to do that. I can not. I care
so bitterly for what I want. "It 1"
Francois hesitated "It Is vory hard
for mo to give up what I want" He
stumbled over the words; his voice
shook so that Allxe shifted in the
Buddie and looked at him inquiringly
"Allxe dear" then Francois
Btopped. "You need not be afraid that
I Bball have nioro than Pietro," he be
gan uncertainly. "For It Is not going
to be bo. Ho will have what what 1
would give my life for." Then he
hurried on. "I see how it is," he eald
gently, "nnd you are right to care so
loyally for Pietro. Jo Is worth It
And you must never care less, Allxe
never forget him because he has
gone away. Ho will come back." The
boy spoke with effort, Blowly, but
Allxo was too much occupied with her
own tumultuous thoughts to notice.
"He will surely come back and bo
long to you more than ever. He will
como back distinguished and covered
with honors, perhaps, and then and
then Allxe, do you eee the chestnut
tree at tho corner that turns to the
chateau? It Is a good bit of soft road
we will race to that trees shall we?
And then I will tell you something."
Tho horses raced merrily; Alixe sat
close to the snddlo with the light
swinging seat, tho delicate hand on
the bridle, which were part of her
perfect horsemanship, and over and
over as he watched her rldo Francois
said to himself:
"I will glvo my happiness for the
Seigneur's I Bald It, and I will. I
will bo a friend to Plotro always I
Bald It. and I will."
Over and over the horses' flying feet
pounded out that self-commnnd, and at
length the music of the multiplying
hoof beats grew slower, and with tight
ening rein they drew In and stopped
under the big chestnut. Allxo was
laughing, exhilarated, lovely.
"Wasn't It a good race? Didn't
OWNED BY INFAMOUS TRAITOR
Wisconsin Man Has Ink Well That
Ones Was the Property of Bene
dict Arnold.
Among the possessions of F. A.
Phillips, living at Casy Bluff, Wis.,
Is an Inkwell, said by the owner to
dato back to Revolutionary wnr tlmos.
The Inkwell has been In the family
since the time of the conflict of the
American colonies against Great Brit
ain. Mr. Phillips came Into possession
of the relic in 1SG4, it having been
handed down to hlra by his father,
and his father got it in turn from
his grandfather, who captured it
among other things at a little log
cabin neur WeBt Point at about the
time Benedict Arnold was figuring on
Belling that strategic, point to the
British, but took French leave when
he learned that the Colonial soldiers
were after him.
This ink well, it la stated by Mr.
Phillips, Ib the one that furnished tbe
ink for the document Arnold signed
giving the British possession of West
Point, and was found among other of
Arnold's possessions after his baBty
leave taking of the pjnee where the
documents were Blgned and sealed.
It Is supposed to have been mado in
England and brought to this country.
U is an old affair this can be seen
from the fact that it is made for
tbey go deliplously?" she threw at
him. And then, "We will go around
by the Delesmontes Road; It le only
three miles farther, and it is early
In tbe afternoon; there Is nothing to
do."
Francois spoke slowly. "I am afraid
I must not, Allxe. I am going to
the farm tonight."
"To the farm!" Allxe looked at
hlra In surprise. "But you were not
to go over till tomorrow. My father
and I will rldo over with you. Havo
you forgotten?"
"No," said FrnncolB, "I liavo not for
gottenno. Indeed. But 1 am going
away tomorrow, Allxo."
"Going away?" Allxe turned sharp
ly, and her deep bluo glunco searched
bis eyes. "What do you mean, Fran
cols?" And then, imperiously: "Don't
tease mo, Francois! I don't like it."
Francois steadied, hardened his face
very carefully, and answered: "I am
not teasing you, Allxe. I did not tell
you before because " he stopped, for
his voice was going wrong "because
I thought we would have our rldo Just
as usual today. I only knew about it
Inyself this morning. I am going to
Pietro."
"Going to Pietro!" Allxe woe gasp
ing painfully. "Francois It Is a Joke
tell me It Is a poor Joke. Quick!"
she ordered. "I won't have you play
with me, torture me!"
"It is not a Joke." The boy's eyes
were held by a superhuman effort on
tho bucklo of the bridle-rein lying on
his knee. "There was a letter from
Pietro this morning. Tho seigneur
wishes me to go. I wish to go. I go
tomorrow."
"Going tomorrow!" Tho girl's voice7
was a wall. "You taken away from
me!" Then In a flash: "I hate Pietro!
Ho Is cruel he thlnke only of him
self. Ho wants you but I want you
too. How can I live without you,
Francois?" Then softly, hurriedly,
while tho world reeled about the boy.
sitting Btatue-like In his saddle: "It
is just us I said. You are as much
a part of my life as the nlr I breathe
and you and my father nnd Pietro say
quite calmly, 'The air Is to be taken
away you must do without It.' 1
can not. I will choke!" She pulled at
her collar suddenly, as If tho choking
were a physical present fact
No slightest motion, no shnde of
Inflection missed Francois; still he
sat motionless, his eyes on the little
brass buckle, bis Hps set In a line,
without a word, without a look toward
her. And suddenly Allxe, with another
quick blun glance from under her long
lashes Alixe, hurt reckless, desper
ate, had struck her horse a eharp blow
and she was In tho road before him,
galloping away.
Ho let her go. He snt quiet a long
time. As she turned In, still gallop
ing, nt tho high stone gateway of the
chateau, his eyes camo back again to
the little shining buckle. It seemed
the only thing tangible in a dream
universe of rapturo and agony. Over
and over he heard the words she had
said words which must mean what?
Had they meant It? Had he possibly
been mistaken? No the utter happi
ness which como with tho memory of
tho soft hurried voice must mean the
truth she cared for him, and then
over and over and over he said, half
aloud, through bin set teeth:
"I said that I would give my happi
ness for my seigneur's; I said that
I would be a friend to Pietro; I will."
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Home, Sweet Home.
A well known plnyer was talking
about a brilliant but unsuccessful dis
ciple of IUackstono.
"His habits are to blame for his fail
ure," said he. "Ono of his remarks
illustrates his habits well. He said
to me in tho I'nlon club:
" 'There's no plnce llko home espe
cially at 2 or 3 a. m., when you've ex
hausted the pleasures of all the other
places, and you're tired, and every
thing shut up anyway.' "
quills Instead of pens, ns a common
pen will not enter the holes bored for
dipping. It is square, with a quill
hole nt each corner and a large ono
in tho center for receiving tho ink.
Tho well is of stone, a queer compo
sition which on first sight resembles
flint or marble, but on closer examina
tion It Is found that It may bo cut
with a knife much the same as soap
stone. It Is highly polished, nicely carved
and Is about three Inches squnro nnd
an inch and a half deep. New York
World.
An Improving World.
A somewhat old fashioned Bostonlan
who more than a score of years ago
was very prominent in publio life re
marked recently: "I have observed
with Interest quite a change In tho
personal habits of men during the
past 25 years. It used to be very
common to see business and profes
sional men, as well as those in public
life and holding official positions,
wearing silk hats and Prince Albert
coats every dny in the week, and if
they amoked at nil they smoked cl
ears. Nowadays ellk hats are rarely
Been on week duys downtown, anyway,
and cigarette smoking seems to be
quite the thing. I do not think the
new fashion is quite so dignified or
manly as the old, but on the whole I
am convinced the world Is growing
better all the time."
TOGOTOU.S.SUPREMECOURT
New York Supreme Court Orders the
Comptroller Te Show Why He.
Should Not Pay Impeached
Official Full Salary.
Albany. N. Y. William Sulzer in
stituted legal proceedings before Jus
tice Alden Chester, of the Supreme
Court, with the purpose of regaining
the governorship, from which he was
removed last October.
An order was lssueL by the court
commanding Comptroller Sohmer to
appear and show cause why a writ ot
mandamus, compelling him to pny the
former governor his full solary asthe
occupant ot that olllce, should not be
Issued. Mr. Sulzer previously had
made a written demand on Mr. Sohmer
fur his salary.
When Attorney Carmody notified
Justice Chester that he would oppos
tbe granting of the writ, the court said
be Intended to refuse it as a matter of
law, holding that the court of impeach
ment already had passed on the con
tentions of Mr. Sulzer.
An agreement then was made, be-,
tween the Attorney General and Col.
Alexander R. Bacon, counsel for Mr.
Sulzer, to facilitate the determination
of the questions involved by the state
courts. The Appellate Division will
be asked to affirm Justice Cheater's
proposed order denying the granting of
the writ and then the case wilt be
carried to the Court of Appeals, wher
a similar request will be made. Thus
Mr. Sulzer will be able to file his
case in the Supreme Court of the
I'nlted States with little delsy, it Is
believed. Doubt Is expressed, how
ever. If a final derision can be obtained
from the Supreme Court before the
term of Governor Glynn, successor to
Mr. Sulzer, shnll have expired, on De'
rembnr 31, 1914.
The contentions raised by Mr. Sulzer
were passed on fully by the court of
Impeachnjent Chief among them are
that the Assembly action in impeach
ing was Illegal; that the court of Im
peachment was Illegally organized;
that six members of the court had no
right to sit. and that the acts with,
which he was charged were committed
before he took office.
This is the first proceeding Instituted
by Mr. Sulzer to test the validity of
his removal from office. Tw other
actions have been started by residents
of New York city, but tho former gov
ernor has disclaimed all connection
with them.
FIVE OF SIX CHILDREN PERISH.
Mother Makes Desperate Attempts To
Rescue Family.
Ashland. Maine. Five, of the sir
children of Joseph Stuart, a lumber
man, were burned to death when their
house at Kagle Lake was destroyed
by fire. Smart was nway from home
st the time. The mother, who slept
on the ground floor with a daughter,
made a desperate effort to save the
other children, who occupied beds on
the second floor. Driven from the
house by the flames, Mrs. Smart
climbed to the roof of a shed adjoin
ing and with her bare hands broke the
glass in the windows of the rooms
where the other children were, but
was unable to reach them. Neighbors
later found her unconscious from ex
posure, and Bhe will probably die. She
was badly cut by glass and protected
only by her night gown from a tem
perature far below zero.
KNEE KNOT LATEST FAD.
New Fashion Introduced. By
Mrs.
Nicholas LongworL.
Washington. Mrs. Nicholas Long
worth has Introduced a new fashion
fad In the knee knot which she is
wearing on most of hr gowns. The
knot Is copied by the leading women
of the Democracy. It consists of a
huge bow of ribbon with many loops
which catches her draped skirt into a
bunch at her left knee. Mrs. Long
worth Is wearing black for her grand
mother, but ber gowns are the latest
fashion, smart and becoming.
GEN. FELIX DIAZ FEARS ATTACK.
Comes To New York From Havana.
Deprecates Intervention.
New York. Felix Diaz, who helped
bring about the downfall of Madero,
but later had to flee from Mexico for
his life, arrived here from Havana.
He declared that he had no intention
of allying himself with Carranza and
Villa and declined to discuss what
plans, If any, he had for regaining the
power he once had in Mexico.
POISONED BY SOUSED MEAT.
Nineteen Persons Under Treatment At
' Mountain Creek, Ala.
Birmingham, Ala. Nineteen, per
sons, declared to have been poisoned
by eating "soused meat," were under
the care of 'physicians at Mountain
Creek, a small town near hore. Sev
eral traveling salesmen, to whom the
ment wns served at a hotel, are among
those affected.
WILL GO TO KING GEORGE.
Mrs. Pankhurst To Head Deputation
Of Militants.
London. Mrs. Kmmellne Tankhurst.
the militant suffragette leader, will
personally head a deputation which the
: Women's Social and Political Union.
purposes to Bend to Interview King
' Oeorge. Mrs. Dacre-Fox added that
Mrs. Pankhurst would be accompanied
I by her bodyguard. The leader will
first write a letter to King George and
subsequently proceed to the place sh,
has appointed to meet His Majesty, '