THE FULTON COUNTY NEWS. McCONNELLSBURO. PA
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SYNOPSIS.
Francois Beau pro, a pousant bubs of
three yews, after an amusliwc IncMent In
which Murnhiil Ney llifurei. In mails a
Chevalier of France by the Kmperor Na
poleon, who prophesied that tlw boy
mlht one duy b a mnrslinl t Kranra
umler another Honapiirtn. At the ao of
ten Kruneols vlsli ijcnarul Huron Onn
Iurrt CiiurKiiii(l, who with Allx, "'
seven-yeiir-Wl daughter. Uvea at the
Chuteuu. A soldier of the Kmplre uti'l'T
Nupulion ho fln-s the boy's limiKlmitlon
with stories of his campaign. The boy
becomes a copylNt for the a-enernl and
li'iirna of the frlnnilHhlp between the gen
rnil anil Murquli Ziitipl. who cumpulKned
with the Kem-rul under Nnpnluun. Mar
quis Kappi unci lib mm. l'lulro, arrive ut
the Chateau. The K'Oieral agrees to care
fur thu Murniila' nun while the former
oea to Ainerieu. The Marquis auks I' ran
tola to ho a friend r Ills son. The boy
solemnly prninlHi'H. Franco! (joe to the
Chuteau to live. Mnrtul Zuppl dies Irw
in Metro as a wanl of the-general.
aiUm iii.ir. tin.i VrunnnU nipet a strange
boy who nrcivea to be Prince Iyul Na
poleon. Francois nave his life. The Ren
ami discovers Francol loves Allxe. anil
extract a promise from him that lie will
not Interfere between the Kir! and i'lotro.
Francois goes to Italy a nerretnry to
Pletro. Queen Mortens plana the esrnps
of her son I-ouls Napoleon by dlsgolslna
hlm and Marquis Zaprd a her lackey.
Francois take Marnnla Znppl's place
who la 111. In the scud of Mortens and
Louis. iJresscd aa IxhiIs' brother ! rail
coin lures tho AuBirlnne from the hotel al
lowing the prlnro and hla mother to es
cape. Francois la a primmer of the Aus
trian for five year. In the rustle owned
by I'letro In Italy, lie illacovera In hla
Kuard one nf IMelro's old family servants,
and through Mm sends word to his
frlenilii nf his pllk'ht. The general Allxe
and Metro plans Francois" escape. Fran
cols receives a note from Metro explain
ing In detail hnw to escape from his
prison. Allxe awaits lilm on horseback
and leads him to his friends on board
the American railing vessel, the "Lovely
I.ucv." Francois, as a truest of Harry
Hampton, on the "I,ovolv I.ucy," -es to
America to mnnnire I'litro's estate In
Virginia. I.ucy Hampton fulls In love
wltli Francois.
CHAPTER XXIII. Continued.
The female, mind pnld no attention
to the degression. Lucy had long
ago, Anally If unconsciously, put her
father's personality Into Its right
place.
"Father, Is the prince really poor
and alone In this country?"
"Poor yes, I fancy I am quite cer
tain, In fact. Alone that depends.
The authorities of Norfolk received
him with some dlHtlnctitm, the Herald
states, but he Is putting up at the Inn
one would conclude that he was an
Invited guest at many of our great
bouses."
Lucy flew like a bird across to the
fireplace. Her hands went up to eith
er side of the colonel's face. "Father,
quick! Have Thunder Baddled, and
ride In quick, father and bring the
prince out here to stay with us. Give
the order to Sambo, or I shall."
Colonel Hampton's eyes widened
with surprise. "Why, but Lucy," ho
Etammered. "Why but why should
I? What claim have we "
"Oh, nousense," and Lucy shook her
head impatiently. "Who has more
claim? Aren't we Virginians of the
James river princes In our own coun
try, too? llusn't our family reigned
In Roanoke longer than ever his
reigued In Europe? Haven't we
enough houso room and servants to
make him as comfortable as In a pal
ace? Hut that Isn't the most impor
tant It is a shame to us all, father,
that no one has Invited him before,
thpt a strango gentleman of high sta
tion should have to lodge at an Inn.
Why hasn't Cousin George Harrison
asked blm to Brandon? And the Car
ters at Shirley, and the peoplo at
Berkeley what do they mean by not
asking blm? Hut we won't let Vir
ginian hospitality be stained. Wa will
ask him. You will ride to Norfolk at
once, will you not, father dear?"
The touch on his cheek was pleas
ant to the vain and affectionate man,
but the spirit of the girl's speech, the
suggestion of the courtesy duo from
him as a reigning prince, to this other
prince forlorn and exiled, this was
pleaoanter. He pursued his lips and
smiled down.
"Out of the mouth of babes," he re
marked, and drew his brows together
as If under stress of largo machinery
behind them. "My little girl, you
He Considered the Invitation for a Si
lent Moment
have rather a sensible idea. I had
overlooked before, that" he cleared
his tnroat and black Aaron standing
tray in hand across the room. Jumped
and rolled his eyes "that," he contin
ued, "a man of my Importance has du
ties of hospitality, even to a foreigner
who comes without Introduction Into
the country."
"Aaron, tell Sambo to saddle Thun
der," he ordered.
e e
Prince Louis, In hla dingy parlor at
the Inn, looked at his visitor from be
tween half-shut eyelids, and measured
him, soul and body. He considered
the Invitation for a silent moment
This was one of the great men of the
country. The prince had already
heard his name and the name of his
historic 1 home. It was well to have
Influential frltodt, more particularly
as no letter awaited him as he had
booed from hit uncle, Joseph Bona
parte, with the Aniarlcan Introduc
tion for which he hao asked. A tIbII
mrnm
of a few days at this place of Roan
oke could do no harm and might lead
to good.
"I thank you very much, Moneleur
In Colonel," ho said gravely, yet gra
ciously. "You are most good to de
sire that I visit you. 1 will do so
with pleasure."
Out they rode through the sun
lighted, wind-whipped country, dozing
restfully through Its last winter's nap,
stirring already at the step of lively
April on the threshold. The air was
sharp, and nipped at the prince's fin
gers and toes, but it was exhilaration
to bo across a horse again, and the
exilo's spirit tho case-hardened heart
of steel which failure and misfortune
never broko till It broke forever at
Sedan grew buoyant. That "some
thing about the outside of a horse
which Is good for tho ItiHlde of a man"
worked Its subtlo chafm on this fin
ished horseman and horse lover, and
lie was gently responsive as the col
onol talked fluently on.
"Does It bo happen, Monsieur le
Colonel, that there Is In thoso parts
a Frenchman of of Instruction a
man whom I m'ght use as a socretaryT
I shall have need tomorrow to write
letters. Would you know of such a
man, Monsieur le Colonel?"
Nothing pleased Monsieur le Col
onel more than to be master of the sit
uation. "Most certainly,' be an
swered blandly and felt that the
prince must notice how no demand
could find Colonel Hampton at a loss.
"Most certainly. My daughter's
French master would be the very fel
low. Ho Is Intelligent and well edu
cated, and what Is more, he Ib a most
ardent adherent of your family, prince.
Ho has talked to Miss Hampton with
such a vehement enthusiasm that, by
the Lord Harry, I believe she expects
to see you fly In with wings, sir I be
lieve she does," and the colonel laugh
ed loudly and heartily. It was as good
a joke as he bad ever made.
And before them, at that mo
ment, rose a stately picture. A
large old house, built of dark red brick
brought from England, towered sud
denly from out of the bare trees of its
park like a monument of calm hos
pitality. Its steep roof was set with
dormer windows; Its copings and Its
casements were white stone; a white
stone terrace stretched before it. At
one front, as they came, was the car
riage entrance, and the squares of a
formal English garden, walled with
box hedges, lay sleeping before the
springtime; at the opposite side a
wide lawn fell to a massive brick wall,
spaced with stone pillars, guarding
the grounds from the flowing of the
James river. Colonel Hampton gazed
at the home of his peoplo and then at
his guest, and he cast the harness of
his smallncHHCB and stood out In the
simple and large cordiality which Is
the heritage above others of southern
peoplo.
"Your are welcome to Roanoke,
prince," he said.
CHAPTER XXIV.
Brothers. 1
Colonel Hampton's study was dark
from floor to celling with brown oak
wainscoting and was lightened by a
dull brightness of portraits. An an
cestor In a scarlet coat, the red turn
ed yellow and brown with time; an
ancestress In dimmed glory of blue
satin and laco and pearls; a Judge In
his wig and gown, gave the small
room Importance. A broad window
looked through bare brauches, lacy
black against sky, across a rolling
country and groups of woodland.
On the morning of the ilrst day of
April, 1837, I'rlnco Louis Napoleon
Bonapnrto stood at this window, star
Ing at brown fields and trying to traco
a likeness between this new world
and the ancient country which he call
ed his; France, where, since he was
seven years old, be had boen allowed
to spend but a few weeks; France,
which had freHhly exiled blm; France,
the thought of which ruled him, as he
meant one day to rule her; France, for
whom he was eating his heart out to
day, as always, thousands of miles
from her shores.
He recalled the happy lifo at Aren
enberg, In Switzerland, and the work
nnd play and soldierly training which
all pointed, In the boy's mind, to one
end to serve France a service which
did not at that time mean sovereign
ty, for the Duke of Kelchstadt, Na
poleon's son, was alive and the head
of the houses of Bonaparte. He
thought of his short career, his and
his well-beloved brother's together,
with tho Italian insurgents against the
Austrlans, and the lonely man's heart
longed for his own people as he went
over again that time of excitement
and sorrow, ending with the older
boy's death at Forll aittf his own Ill
ness and narrow escape from capture.
"What a mother!" he cried aloud,
tossing up his bands with French dem
onstratlveneHS, as the memory came
to him of the days In Ancona whiyi he
lay at death's door, hidden In the very
room next that of the Austrian gen
eral, saved only at last by the mar
velous mother's wit and courage. The
Journey through Italy to Franco, that
was drama enough for one life. Rec
ognized at every turn, betrayed never,
and ending with Prince Louis smiled
his slow dim smile a fitting ending
Indeed to dnys whose every minute
was adventure. He thought of the
landlord of the Inn, the old cavalry
man; the young Frenchman Beaupre
that was the name; It was sot In his
memory; had been In that tunBclous
memory since an afternoon of 1S24,
when a runaway schoolboy prince had
slipped over tho Jura, and played with
three other children, about a rulnod
castle; ho saw Francois Beaupre take
reverently In his hand tho tword which
Napoleon had held and then the
alarm I That was a fine sight the
dash of the youngster through the
startled mob of Auatriant; the flying
leap to the horse; the skirmish to get
free, and, at last, the rush of the
chum. Ha bad seen it all, watching
quietly while his mother and the land
lord implored blm to hide himself.
That young Frenchman If he should
be alive If ever he should meet him
again Prince Louis would not forgot
It wat psychological that be should
have been thinking this when a knock
sounded deferentially on the door ot
the room. But picturesque coinci
dences happen In lives as well at on
the stage; In Louis Napoleon's there
was more than one. "Entrex!" he
called sharply, and then, "Come in!"
The door swung slowly and Aaron,
whlte-aproned and whlte-eyebullud,
stood In it.
"Marso prince," he stated with a dig
nity of service which crowned heads
could uot daunt, "ole Marso sen' me
bring you dis hyer Marse Bopray."
A light figure stepped before the
bluck and white of Aaron, and baited,
and bowed profoundly. Tho light from
the window shone on his face and the
dark Immense eyes that lifted toward
Prince Louis, and for a moment he
stared, puzzled. Was ho In the pres
ent? Surely this man was part of the
past which he bad been reviewing.
Surely he had plajfad a. rota in th
prlnce't history whore? With a
flashing thoivbr ft& the years jtf
ktw.
"Mon ami!" cried Louis Bonaparte,
and sprang forward and stretched out
both hands, his royalty forgotten In
the delight of seeing a faco which re
called his youth and his mother.
Francois, two minutes later, found
himself standing, bursting with loyal
ty and prldo, with the prince's hands
clasping bis, and the prince's trans
formed face beaming on him.
"You rode like the devil," said the
prince. "Hut the Auutrlans had the
horses. That poor Bleu-blcu! How
did you get away? Where have you
been? Mon Dlcu, but we looked for
you, ZappI and I!"
"But no, your highness, I did not
get away," smiled Francois Beaupre
as If Imparting a Joyful bit of news.
"They caught me."
And he told briefly his story of the
five years In prison, of the desperate
escape, of the rescue and voyage to
America, of bis wrecked health, not
yet re-established.' Through the ac
count shone the unconquerable French
gaiety. Another thing there was
which a Frenchman and a Bonaparte
could not fall to see that the thought
of his service to the house of Bona-
"Mon Ami," Cried Louis Bonaparte.
parte had been a sustaining pride,
and the bopo of future service an in
spiring hope.
Superstition and gratitude laid hold
together on the prince's troubled
mind. He threw himself back Into
Colonel Hampton's lenther arm-chair,
throne-like In lmpresslveness and slzo;
the iiuisk of Impassivity closed on his
colorless foatues.
"Sit there, Monsieur," he ordered,
"and tell me your life."
Simply, yet dramatically as was his
gift, the young man went over the
tale which he had told to Lucy Hamp
ton, that and more. And the prince
listened to every word. He, too, bad
the French sensitiveness to theatrical
effect, and his over-wrought imagina
tion seemed to see the hand of destiny
visibly Joining this story to his. Here
was a legacy from Napoleon; an In
strument created by his uncle, which
he, tho heir, should use. There was
a long silence when Francois had fin
ished, and Louis' deep-pitched voice
broke It.
"'One day perhaps a marshal of
France under another Bonaparte,' " he
repeated thoughtfully. "It was tho
accolade, the old right of royal Hy,"
and gazed. If reflecting, at the other
man's face.
Heightened color told how much it
meant to Francois Beaupre to hear
those words spoken by the prince.
"My prince, I will tell you though
It may be ot little moment to know
that It is not for my own advance
ment that I care. It is the truth that
I would throw away a hundred lives
if I had them, to see the house of Bon
aparte rule France. It Is only so, I
bullove, that France can become great
once more. We need heroes to lead
us, we Frenchmen, not shopkeeper
kings such as Louis Phllllppe; it It has
not a hero the nation loses courage,
and its interest In national life. But
tho very name ot Napoleon 1b Inspira
tion It pricks the blood; a monarch
ot that name on France's throne, and
our country will wake, will live. You,
my prince, ore the hope ot the house
of Napoleon."
With a quick step forward he threw
himself on his knees before the quiet
figure Intbe throne-like chair; be seiz
ed the prince's hand and, head bent,
kissed It with passion. There was a
line of color in each cheek as his face
lifted, and his brilliant look was shot
with a tear.
"If I may die believing that I have
helped to win your throne, I shall die
In happiness."
Prince Louis had his mother's warm
heart, and this went to it He put his
hand on the other's shoulder, famll'
larly as if the two were equals, kins
men.
The brotherly touch on Francois'
shoulder was withdrawn, and with gen
tle dignity, with a glance, the prince
lifted him to his feet, and Francois
stood happy, dazed, before him. He
found himself telling his plans, his
methods, his efforts to fit himself for
the usefulness that might be on the
way.
fTwi nil if
"I have studied enormously, my
prince. All known books on warlike
subjects, all I could borrow or steal I
have studied. Ah, yes! I know much
of these things."
Louis Bonaparte, with an exhaustive
military education, a power of appli
cation and absorption beyond most
men in Europe, lot the gleam of a
smile cBcapo. He listened with close
attention while Francois told of bis
organization of the youth of the neigh
borhood Into a cavalry company, and
of tholr drill twice a week.
"And you ore the captain, Mon
sieur?" Francois smiled a crafty, worldly
wise smllo or perhaps It was as If a
child would seem crafty and worldly
wise. "No, my prince," he answered,
shaking his bead sagely. "That would
not bo best I am little known, a for
eigner. Thoy think much of tholr old
families, the peoplo of those parts.
So that It Is better for the success
of the company that the captain should
be of tho nobility of the country. One
sees that So the captain ot the com
pany Is Monsieur Henry Hampton, the
younger, the kinsman of Monsieur le
Colonol, and a young mau of great
goodness, and the best of friends to
me. Everything that I can do for his
plcere Is my own pleasure."
The prince turned his expreaslon
less gaze on the animated faco. "Mud
emoluello Lucy likes the young mon
sieur?" "But yes, my prince sho likes ev
ery one, Mademoiselle Lucy. It is sun
shine, nor kindness; It falls every
where and blesses where it falls. She
loves Henry as a brother."
"At a brother!" the prince repeated
consldorlngly. "Yes, a brother. You
find Mademoiselle Lucy of of a kind
disposition."
"Beyond words, and most charm
ing," Francois answered steadily, and
flushed a little. He folt himself being
probed. With that the facile, myste
rious, keen mind of the prince leaped,
It seemed, a world-wide chasm. "That
most winning little girl of the ruined
chateau of Vieques our playmate
Alixe you remember how she stated,
'I am Allxe,' and was at once ship
wrecked with embarrassment?"
"I remember," Francois said shortly,
and. was conscious thut he breathed
quickly and that his throat was dry,
and that the prince knew of both trou
bles. "Is she still 'Allxe' the same
Allxe?" Inquired the prince, turning os
tentatiously to the window. "Has she
grown up as sweet and fresh and bril
liant a flower as the rosebud prom
ised?" Francois, hearing his own heart
beat, attempted to answer in a par
ticularly casual manner, which Is a dif
ficult and sophisticated trick. He fail
ed at it "They say I think she
has oh, but yes, and I think" he
stammered and tho prince cut short
his sufferings. "Ah, yes! I see thut
It Is with you, as with Monsieur Hen
ry, a case of devoted brotherhood. You
love her as a brother you will not
boost of ber.
"You have done well. Chevalier
Beaupre. You have done bo well that
when the time Is ripo again It will
not be long for Strasburg must be
wiped out In success that I shall send
for you to help me, and I shall know
that you will bo ready. I see that
the star which leads us both it the
only light which shines for you. It
holds your undivided soul, Chevalier
I am right?"
Francois turned his swiftly chang
ing face toward the speaker, drawn
with a feeling which swept over him;
for a moment he did not answer. Then
be spoke In a low tone.
"When a knight of the old time
went to battlo," be said, "he wore on
bis helmet the badge ot his lady and
carried tho thought of her In bis heart
A man fights better so."
And the silent prince understood.
CHAPTER XXV.
How Lucy Told.
The prince was gone. There had
been festivities end formalities, great
dinners, gatherings of the Virginia no
bility to do honor to his highness at
Roanoke bouse and elsewhere; every
where the Chevalier Beaupre had been
distinguished by bis highness' most
marked favor. And Lucy Hampton's
eyes bad shone with quiet delight to
see it and to see the effect on ber fa
ther. For the colonel, confused In his
mind as to how it might be true, re
luctantly acknowledged that there
must bo something of Importance
about this Chevalier Bcaupro, that a
prince should treat him as a brother.
He believed that it would be best to
treat him he also at least as a gen-1
tleman. So the French lessons were
continued and the Jefferson troop was
encouraged, and Francois was asked 1
often to. Roanoke house. And as the
months rolled on he tried with every
thoughtful And considerate effort to
express to the little lady of the manor
his gratltudo for the goodness of her
family. It troubled him more than a
little that tho early friendliness and
Intimacy of,Hnrry Hampton seemed to
bo wearing off. The boy did not come
bo often to Carnlfax, and when he
came he did not stay for hours, for
days sometimes, as wat his way at
first. He was uneasy with his friend,
and bis friend wondered and did not
understand, but hesitated to push a
way into the lad's heart. "He will
tell me In time," thought Francois,
and, sure of his own Innocence, wait
ed for the time.
Meantime he was going home. Go
ing, much against the advice ot the
Norfolk doctor, who warned him that
he was not yet well or strong, that
the out-of-door life in the mild Vir
ginia climate should be continued per
haps for two years more, before he
went back to the agitation and effort
ot a BonapartUt agent In France. But
he could not wait; he must tee his old
home, his mother, his father, and all
the unforgotten faces. He longed to
watch the black lashes curl upward
from the blue of Alixe't eyes. He
longed to hear her clear voice with
its boyish note ot courage It would
put new life into blm, that voice. It
was seven years now and more since
he had left them all at a day's notice
to go to Plotro In Italy to a living
death of Ave years, to many undream
ed of happenings. Tho fever was on
him and he must go home.
There was to be a celebration for
the new and very fashionable cavalry
troop of which Francois was the un-
official backbone and author. In the
great gratsy paddock at Bayly's Folly
tho proud mother of eighteen-year-old
Caperton Bayly first lieutenant, nnd
tho most finished horseman In the Vir
ginia country had Invited tho gentry
from miles about to feast with her and
to watch her son and his frlonds show
how the Chevalier Bcaupm bad mado
them Into soldiers. They came In
shoals, driving from far off over bad
roads In big lurching chariots, or rid
ing In gay companies, mostly of older
men and girls and young boys, be
causo all of the gilded youth were In
the ranks that day.
When the drill was over there was to
be rough riding and jumping. Hur
dles were twlftly dragged out and
placed In a manner of ring.
"This one Is very close to the bank,"
She Found Herself Holding Francois'
Dark Head In Her Arms.
said Lucy Hampton, standing by Blue
bird and watching us tho negroes
placed tho bars. "If a borso refused
and turned shurp and was foolish, he
might go over. And the bank Is
Bteep."
"Lucy, you are a grandmotherly per
son," Clifford Stewart who was an
other girl threw at her. "You would
llko them all to rldo In wadded wool
dressing gowns, and to havo a wall
pndded with cotton butting to guard
them." And Lucy smiled and believed
herself overcautious.
The excited horses camo dancing up
to the barriers and lifted and were
over, with or without rapping, but not
one, for the first round, refusing.
Then the bars were raised six Inches;
six Inches In mid air Is a large space
when one must Jump It. Caperton
Bayly went at it first; his mother
watched breathless as he flew for
ward, sitting erect, Intense, his young
eyes gleaming. Over went his great
horse Traveler, and over the next and
the next all of tfiem; but tho white
heels had struck the top bar twice
the beautiful, spirited performance
was not perfect. Harry Hampton
camo next; all of the kindly multitude
gazed eagerly, 'hoping that the boy to
whom life had given less than the
others might win this honor he want
ed. The first bars without rapping;
tho socond; and a suppressed sound of
satisfaction, which might soon be a
great roar of pleasure, hummed over
tho field. Black Hawk came rushing,
snorting, pulling up to the third Jump,
the jump where Lucy stood." And as
he camo a little girl, high in a car
Hugo, a chariot as one said then, (lour
Ished her scarlet parasol In the air,
and lost hold of It, and It flew like a
huge red bird Into tho course, close
to the hurdle. And Black Hawk,
strung to the highest point of his
thoroughbred nerves, saw, and a hor
ror of tho flaming living thing, as It
seemed, caught him, and ho swerved
at tho bar and bolted bolted straight
for the steep slope.
A gasp went up from tho throe hun
dred, four hundred people; tho boy
was dashing to death; no ono stirred;
every muscle wat rigid tho specta
tors were paralyzed. Not all. Fran
cols from his babyhood had known
how to think quickly, and these boys
were bis prldo and his care; he had
thought of that possible danger which
Lucy had forseen; when the Jumping
began, mounted on his mare Aquarelle,
he was posted near the head of the
slope, not twenty yards from the hur
dle, to be at hand In any contingency.
When Harry's horse bolted, one touch
put Aquarelle Into motion. Like a
line of brown light she dashed at right
angles to the runaway a line drawn
to Intercept the line of Black Hawk's
(light. There was silence over the
DUCHESS MUST HAVE SMILED
Little Milliner Faithfully Obeyed In
structions That She Thought
Had Been Given Her.
Mr. Lane of Washington was not
only a page In tho senate In the days
of Webster and Clay, but, through the
fact that his undo kept a book store
whore these statesmen were accus
tomed to while away their leisure
hours, camo to know them Intimately
on their social sldo, declared that
Webster, while not given to story-telling,
had one favorite little Joke that
he would tell whenever tho occasion
seemed opportune.
This, according to Mr. Lane, was
the story:
There arrived at Boston a certain
duches from ono of the great nations
ot Europe. Desiring to have some
headgear suitable for ber inland
travels constructed, she Bent for the
most prominent milliner in the city
to como to her apartmedts at the
Revere house, then the principal hotel
In Now England.
The local milliner was sent all a
fiutter at tho distinction shown her,
but she was a province-bred little
woman of a democratic country and
knew not the "egg-dance conventions"
of Court society. Accordingly, doBlr
Ing to know In what manner she
should deport herself In tho presence
of the titled lady she applied to tho
wUa ot one of the Adamses, who
fiolri ona second two seconds
lines shot to tho angle then it came
tho shock they awaited.
Hinck Hawk, riihlilnc. eaw tne omer
coming and swerved ut tho last mo
menttoo lato. Tho animals coinueu,
not with full force, yet for a moment
It looked like nothing but death for
riders and mounts. Harry Hampton
was thrown backward to the level
field; Bluck Hawk galloped off, frantic
and unhurt, across it; Aquarelle, one
saw, lay on the very edge of the drop
and was scrambling to her feet with
liveliness enough to assure her safe
ty; of Francois there was no sign. In
half a minute tho breathless still
crowd was In an uproar, and a hun
dred men were Jostling one another
to reach tho scene of tho accident
It was two minutes, perhaps, before
Caperton Bayly, with a negro boy at
his heels, with Jack Littleton and
Harry Wlso and a dozen other lads
racing back of him, had plunged over
the drop of land whero Francois hud
disappeared. Two minutes aro enough
sometimes for a largo event In that
two minutes Lucy Hampton, without
conscious volition, by an instinct us
simplo and Imperative as a bird's In
stinct to shield her young, had slipped
from ber horse Bluebird and flown
across tbo level and down over tho
steep bunk till sho found herself hold
ing Francois' durk head In her arms
and heard her own voice saying words
sho hud never Bald even lo herself.
"1 lovo you, I love you," sho said,
and if ull tho world heard she did not
know or care. There was no world
for her at thut minute but the man
lying with his head against her heart
dead It might bo, but dead or alive,
dearest. "I love you love you lovo
you," she repeated, as If the soul were
rushing out of her In the words.
With thut the lumlnouB great eyes
opened, and Francois was looking at
her, and she knew thut he bad beard.
And then tho training of a lifetime, ot
centuries, flooded back Into ber, and
womanly reticence and maidenly
vhamo nnd the feelings and uttitudo
which nre not primeval, as she bud
been primeval for that one mad mo
ment. Sho drew bnck as she felt him
trying to lift himself, und left him free
and was on her feet, and then with a
shock sho was awure of another pres
ence; turning she looked up into the
angry glow of her cousin's eyes. Ho
wob not looking at her, but at the man
who, dazed, hurt, was trying painfully
to pull himself up. Harry Hampton
glared at him.
"We will scttlo this later," he
brought out through bis teeth. "I hope
I can kill you." And Lucy cried out:
"Shamo!" she cried. "He bus just
saved your life!"
"Dumn him!" said Hurry Hampton.
"I do not want my life at his hands.
I hate him more for suving me. Damn
him!"
And Francois, clutching at a bush,
things reeling about him unsteadily,
looked up, friendly, wistful, at the boy
cursing him. ,
With that there was an Influx of
population ; the whole world, appar
ently, tumbled down the steep bank,
every ono fur too preoccupied with
help for the hero to remurk Hurry
Hampton's grim humor.
(TO BE t'ONTINUKn.)
Bobble Burns' Granddaughter.
An action has been entered in Dum
fries sheriff court by Miss Annie Beck
ett Burns of Cheltenham, tho only sur
viving granddaughter of the Scottish
poet, claiming "to havo herself, as the
nearest of kin, declared executrix of
certuln hitherto unconfirmed personal
estato of tho said Robert Burns." This
is a sequel to the recent announce
ment that tho Liverpool Athenaeum
had sold for 5,000 the two volumes
of Burns' poems and better known as
the Glenrlddell manuscripts, and that
they were likely to go to Amerlra, an
announcement which brought Rtrong
protests from Lord Itoscberry, Dr. Wil
liam Wallace and others. Westmin
ster Gazette.
Old American Coins.
Robert Morris, tho flnnncler of the
Confederation, early in 1783, arranged
with Benjamin Dudley to striko oil
somo "pattern pieces" that could be
placed before congress. On April 2
Dudley dnllvered to Morris somo
pieces, which were in reality the nrst
coin struck having the name "United
States coin." The particular speci
mens are known to iitimlsimitists as
the "Nova Constellstio PateruB."
They were of silver and denominated
tho "mark" and "quint." Tho first
coins Rtruck by the I'nlted States
mint were some half dimes. In K!).'
was a customer of hers, and who hud
spent somo time at foreign courts.
"Oh, all that'B necessary," explained
Mrs. Adams, "is to bow low when you
nre ushered into the presence of the
duchess and say, 'Your Grace.' "
Thus coached in court etiquette tho
little milliner betook herself to tho
Revere house and sent word to the
duchess.
As she was ushered Into tho pres
ence of that lofty person, sho bent
low, and, with a sweeping courtesy,
Bald: "
"May the Lord make us thankful for
what we are about to receive!"
The Slash.
Paul Polret, tho famous French
dressmaker, was asked by a New York
reporter If ho thought woman's pros
ent mode of dross made for morality
"I do not deal In morality" '
Polret replied. "I deal in beauty " ' '
Then, apropos of the Blushed skirt
he told a Btory. H
"A young lady In a white dinner
gown.' he. said, 'stood under a blazlnt
electrolier', and. twinging round iefor
her flanco, she asked:
" 'How does my new drees show un
' 'Up almost to tho knee.' the young
man replied. 'Those white Biik stock
lugs with gold clocks aro beautiful.' "
Sign.
A bundle on tho end of a stick Is a
pretty sure sign that tho nmn who
carries It has lost kit grip. puck.
Backache Warns You)
Backache is one of Nature's warnings
of kidney weakness.. Kidney discd:
kills thousands every year.
Dou't neglect a bad back. If your back
is lame it it hurts to stoop or liftit
there is irregularity of the accretion
suspect your kidueys. If you suffer head
aches, 'dizziness and are tired, nervous
and wora-out, you have further proof.
Use Doan'i Kiducy Fills, a fine rem
edy for bad backs and weak kidneys.
A KENTUCKY CASE
O. W. U. Nrililtt.
Marlon, Ky., myi:
"Kidnty disease had
md m an Invalid.
I was In bd for
wttka at a tlnia and
oftpn wlihfd that
dath would coma
and end my misery.
I could nurd I y hold
my arma above my
h;ad at tlima and
the kidney accre
tlona wire In awful
ahap. Doctors held
out little hope foi
rnjr recovery. A rela
tive ndvlifd niA to
try Imiini Kidney
IMlla and after I hud
taken on hox, I rrlt
better. Before Ion if
..-.:. -s.
I 'm n wtn man
and Doan'i Kidney 11111 alono cored Bin."
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CZZa
For
Coughs
and Colds
K'liiasii ll'&l.V.i'ia
Hale's Honey
off Horehound and Tar
Is unrivaled. Pleasant to the taste
toothinir and healing absolutely de
pendable. Sold by all drutrKists.
Tnr Pit.1.
Toothacus Diopt
AND IT WAS SO ORDERED
Ltdy's Suggestion Met All the Re
quirements of Man's Complaint,
as Hs Had Worded It.
A very large lady with a very l:ire
hat was Bitting In tho theater directly
In front of a inilil-inaimered rmiI
man, who, for the greater part of one
act, was unable to get a gliinpso of
tho stage. At last, unablo to emlnre
his enforced blindness any longer, lie
bent forward and whispered:
"Excuse mo. madam, but would you
mind removing your hat?"
"Why should I remove my hat?"
retorted the lady.
"Iiecausa," protested the man, "1
can't see the stage, and I want to
laugh with the rest of the audience."
'Well," replied the lady, turtilr?
away again, "you watch my shmildfH
and when I laugh you laugh."
Constipation causes and aggravates nnnjr
Serious uincinert. It in tiinmilKlilv cure! Ir
Dr. l'ierce's 1'leawint I'ellets. 'J'ho favoriu
family luxutivc. Adv.
Comparisons.
"I have a runabout at my place."
"That's nothing. I've a gadabout a:
mine."
Neighborly, Anyway.
"Is ho an apostle of humanity?"
"Is he? He has 12 children und
won't let one of them take munic les
sons." Too Previous.
Olllce Itoy Is this waste paper,
air?
Poetical Editor No, I haven't writ
ten on it yet.
His Faith.
"Do you believo in love ut first
tight?"
"Oh, yeB, but personally I have mors
fuitli in tho second look."
Feminist Aphorism.
"We, of tho weaker sex, are stiMiiR
er than the stronger sex, because of
the strong weakness of tho stronger
for the weaker sex." Itoston Tran
script. A Bargain.
"I saw this coat In a window y
terday and I got stuck on It Imme
diately." "You certainly did If you paid mors
tli nn 4."
A good many of us who cast bread
upon the waters keep tho angel t-ake
for our own use.
Hotter a fool who knows nothing
than one who knows too much.
A Sure
Favorite
saves the house
wife much thank
lest cooking
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perfectly, toasts them to t
delicate, golden-brown, and
sends them to your table
ready to eat direct from the
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Fresh, crisp, easy to serve,
and
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Appetizing
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