THE FULTON COUNTY NEWS. McCONNELLSBURO. PA. m vhy MARY RAYMOND 5MPHAN ANDRLW5 Aumorc "J thc pii?rrcr TRiourr, thc dettlt? trcasurf, rrc.i ftLVOTATIOfiS HL5VORTA OVNG SYNOPSIS. Francois llrntipre, a D"nt hbt of ,h1pf years, af,lT nn niunlii Incident In which Mnrnlial Noy nicmes, I inaile a (.nevaller of France bv the Kmprur Na poleon, who propln-Hled IhBt th liojr nilitit one day h u murNluil of Franc under another rtmuumrtn. At the ait of ton Francol vlult lieni-ral Huron Uim pard OourKHiid, who with Allx, hl vcn-ycur-oltl daughter, Uvea at the t'hiilcuu. A aoldler of the I'.inplre under Nuix.lcun he tlrea the hov'a tuifi Ktni.l Ion with Htorl-4 of his rainpiilKni). Tim boy tii'ivirnt' a copvlat for (he K.-nrnil ami l"anin of the friendship between the Ken rnl and Martini Zmpl, who riininulKiiril with the Kenerul under Niifmleon. Mar quia Zuppl Hiid hi Hon. L'lciru, arrive at th.) ('hatexii. The Kenerul iiKreen to inre for tho MurqnlH' Hon while the former Ke to America. The M inpilH uskn l-'nin-ioIb to he it friend of hln Hon. The hny solemnly prnmlncH 1'nimilH noen to the naii'un to live. Miirnnl Zupiil dies Ic-nv lnr I'letro an a wnrd of the ireneral Allxe. I'letro and KruneolH meet A MraniTM nov wno prove to he rrlm e I.nul Na poleon. Kruneola nnven lit life. The Ken rral discover l-'runcol Invea Allxe, and exirnrtH it promise from him tlint h will not interfere between the Klrl and I'lelro. cruncol Koea to Italy R aecretary to Pletro. Queen Morten plun the eaenpo of her son l.mii Nupoleon by dlsKtilslmr mm and Mumula Zuppl a tier luckcya rraneols takes Marnul 'until' plnen, who la III. In the esinpe of llorlense and Ixiiils. Pressed as Louts' brother Fran rola lures the AiiHIrluns from the hotel al lowing the prince and hi mother to ape. Francois I a prisoner of the Aus trlans for five venrg. In the eastle owned br Metro In llalv. Me discovers In his Kunrn nn or I'letro's oll fnmllv servants. and throiiKh him m-nds word to hi ineniis or his nllifiit. The i;,-ncrnl. Allxe anil I'letro plans Franco!' escape. Fran co! receive a note from I'letro explain Inif In detail how to eMcape from his prison. Allxo awntts him on horseback and lead him to hi Irlctel on Imnnl Ihe American nalllnif vcmu-I. the "lively I.ucv." Francois, as a Koest of Harry llamptnn, on the "l.ovelv l.ucy," kopm to America to mil nn ire I'letro estnte In Virginia. I.ury Hampton falls In love Willi l-rancol. I'rlnce Louis Napoleon in America becomes the KOest of the Hamptons, where he meet Franrol. I.ucy Hampton reveals her love for Fran- col after the latter aven the life of Marry nampton and I himself Injured ui ine euurv CHAPTER XXVI. "the Finest Things. Endurance, Francois' own negro boy brought a note to Ronnoke house on morning five days after. It read: "My Dear Minn Hampton: "The doctor bus given ree per.ils- Bion to ride tomorrow and I wttih to rido to Roanokn house before all oth er places. Will mademoiselle see me? Will mademoiselle permit me to see her for a short tlmo alone? I await anxiously a woni from you. and I am your servant, "FRANCOIS BEAUPRE." Mademoiselle sent a fair sheet of paper with a few unsteady scratches across It, and sat down to live over It was accomplished. The colonel bad ridden to Norfolk for the day had Francois known of tlint, ono wonders? Lucy, waiting In that small stately Btittly with the dim portraits and the wide vague view across the Ileitis of tho James river, heard the gay hoof beats of Aquarelle pound down the gravel under tho window, heard Fran cols' deep gentle voice as he gave the horse to Sambo, and waited one min ute more, tho hardest minute of all. Then the door had opened and he stood there the miracle, as It seems at such moments to a woman, possibly to a man of all tho gifts and qualities worth loving. lie had made his precise bow, and she had heard his voice saying gently: "Good morr.lng, mademoiselle," and tho door was closed; and they were alone together. In a (lush she felt that It could not be endured, that she must escape. She rose hastily. "I'm sorry I must go; I cannot stay" Hut Francois had laughed and taken her hand and was holding it with a tender force which thrilled her. He understood. She knew he understood the shame and fear of a woman who has given love unasked; he was safe lu his hands; she knew that. With a sigh she let her fingers rest in Ilia and sat down again and waited. "Dear Mademoiselle Lucy," snid tho deep kind voice, "my first friend In Virginia, my comrade, tny little ( scholar " Why did Lucy grow cold and quiet at Ihese words of gentleness? Fran coin was sitting beside her, holding He Bent Over Her Hand. her band In both his, gazing at her with the clearest affection In his look. Yet she braced herself against she did not know what. The voice went on with Its winning foreign Inflections, Its Blip of English now and then, and Its never-to-be-descrlbed power of reach ing the heart. "See, mademoiselle," said Francois, "we are too real friends, y"bu and I, to have deception between us. We will not pretend, you and I, to each other la It not, mademoiselle? Therefore I hall not try to hide from you that I beard that day those words so wonder ful which you spoke to me so unwor thy. I bavo thought of those words ever since, mademoiselle, aa I lay 111 with this troublesome arm; ever since all the time. My heart baa been full of a gratification toyou which cannot be told. I shall remember all my lire; I shall be honored as co king could il 1" honor me, by those wordti. And be cause you have bo touched me, and have so laid that llttlo hand on the heart of mo, I am going to tell you, my dear coinrado and Bcholar,- what Is most secret and most sacred to mo." In as few words as might be, he told her of the peasant child who had boen lifted out of his poverty-bound life with- such large kindliness that no bond which held him to that poor, yet dear llfo had been brokun; who had been left all the love of his first home and yet been given a home and a train ing and an education which act him ready for any career; ho told of the big-souli'd, blunt, Napoleonic ofllcer, tho seigneur; of the gray, red-roofed castle, with Its four round towers; of handsome silent I'letro. and of the unfailing long kindness of them all Then, his voice) lowered, holding the girl's hand still, be told her of Allxe, of the fairy child who had met him on that day of his first visit and had brought him to her father, the seig neur. Ho described a llttlo tho play mate of his childhood, fearless, boyish In her Intrepid courage, yet always ex- qulBltely a girl. He told of tho long summer vacations of the three as they grew up, and the rides In the Jura val ley, and of that last ride when he knew that bo was to go to Italy next morn ing, und of how he had faced tho seig neur and told him that he loved his daughter and had given her up then Instantly, for loyalty to him and to Metro. And then he told her of the peasnnt boy In Riders' Hollow In the gray morning light after the night of his escape and how, by hand on the bridlo and seat In tho eaddle, and at last by the long curl of the black lash es he had known the peasant boy for Alixe. Lucy Hampton, listening, was so thrilled with this romance of a life long love that she could silence her aching heart and her aching pride and could be with a painful sick effort but yet could bo, utterly generous. There Is no midway in a case between entire selfishness and entire selfless ness. The young southern girl, wound ed, shamed, cruelly hurt In vanity und In love, was able to choose the larger way, and taking It, felt that sharp Joy of renunciation which Is as keen and difficult to breathe and as sweet In the breathing as the air of a mountain- top. Trembling, she put her other lit tle hand on Francois' hands. "I eee," she said, and her voice shook and she smiled mistily, but very kind ly. "You could not lovo anyone but that beautiful Alixe. I I would not have you." And Francois bent hastily, with tears An his eyes, and kissed the warm little hands. The uncertain sliding voice went on: T am not ashamed that I said thnt to you. I would not have said It not for worlds. I thought you were killed. I didn't know what I said. Hut I am not ashamed. I am glad that I am enough of a person to have known the finest things and" her voice sank and she whispered tho next words over the dark head bent on her hands "and to have loved them. Hut don't bother. I shall get over It." The liquid tones choked a bit on that and Francois lifted his head quickly and his eyes flamed at her. 'Of courso you will, my dear little girl, my brave mademoiselle. It is not as you think; it is not serious, mon amle. It is only that your soul is full of kindness nnd enthusiasm and eager ness to stand by the unlucky. I am alone nnd expatriated; I have had a llttlo of misfortune and you are sorry for me. It Is that. Ah, I know. I am very old and wise, me. It would never do,", be went on. "The noblesse of Virginia would rlso in a revolution If It should be that tho princess of Roa noke houfie gave her heart to a French pennant. I urn come to bo a man of knowledge " And he shook his head with ns worldly-wise nn expression as If one of Ouido Rent's dark angels should talk polities. He went on again, smiling a little, an air of daring In his manner. "Moreover, Mademoiselle Miss Lucy, there Is a fairy prince who await only the smallest sign from you." Lucy smiled. "No," Bhe said. And then, "A fairy prince In Virginia?" "Ah, yes, Mademoiselle Miss Lucy. Of the true noblesse, that ono. A fine, big, handsome prince, the right sort," "Who?" demanded Lucy, smiling still. "Of such a right sort ludeed that It Is no matter ah, no, but perhaps JuBt the thing to make one love him more, that he is lame." "Harry!" Lucy'B Binilo faded. "Hut yes, Indeed, mon amle," and Francois patted the little hand with his big one. "Henry, Indeed. Henry, who Is waiting to kill me for love of you; Henry, tho best truest fellow, the manliest bravest fellow. Who rides like Henry? Who has read all the books In all the libraries like Henry? Who Is respected by the old men, the great men, for his knowledgo and his thinking and hl statecraft almost like Henry? Who has such a great heart and brain and such fearless courage as Henry?" "You are very loyal to your friendB," Lucy said, half pleased, half Blabbed to the soul. "Certainly. What for Is gratification worth, otherwise?" Francois threw at her earnestly. There wero a few Eng lish words too much for him still; "gratitude" seemed to be one. He stood up and his great eyes glowed down at her. "Mademoiselle," he said, "two women of earth, my mother and Allxe, are for me the Madonnas, tho crown of women," and his glance lifted to the celling aa It to heaven, without pose, unconscious a look no American could ever have worn. "And, volla, mademoiselle, my little scholar will al ways stand next to and close to them." He bent over her hand and bis lips touched It long and tenderly. "Is It right between us, mon amle? Are we friends always? It Is Indeed so for life with me." And little Lucy felt a healing peace settling on her bruised feelings nnd heard herself saying generous words of friendship which healed also as she spoke them. Then, "I must find that savage boy Henry, and beseech him to spare my life," spoke Francois at lost. "My life Is of more value today, that It pos sesses a Bure friend In Mademoiselle Lucy," he said and smiled radiantly. And was gone. "He said that Harry loved me! What nonsense!" Lucy whispered to herself. And the broken-hearted one was smiling. CHAPTER XXVII. Once More at Home. In fewer words, with less told, Fran cols' straightforwardness metamor phosed the angry lad Harry Hampton into a follower more devoted than he had been even In the first flush of en tliuttlasm for bis rescued prisoner. Again the boy dogged his footsteps and adored him frankly. And Francois, enchanted to be friends again with his friend, wondered at the goodness and generosity of the people of this world. It Is roughly true that one finds life in general like a mirror; that If one looks into it with a smile and a cordial hand held out one meets smiles and outstretched hands in return. Through all his days it bad happened o with this child of a French village. So that when the day came at last when he stood once more on the deck of the Ltvely Lucy, loaded with her cargo of tobacco for foreign ports Francois felt as If ho were leaving home and family. The long green car pet of the rolliijir lawn of Ronnoke was crowded with peoi !o come to tell him good-by. All of bis soldier boys were there, the lads trained by him, one und all ready to swear by him or to-die for him. Lucy and Harry stood together, and the servants wero gathered to do him honor, and people hud ridden from all over the county for tho farewell. His eyes dimmed with tears of grate fuluestj, he watched tbem as the gang plank was drawn up and the sails caught the wind and the ship swung slowly out Into the stream. "Come back again come bnck again," they called from the shore. Francois heard the deep tones of the lads and the rich voices of the ne groes and he knew that some there could not speak, even as be could not. So he waved his hat silently, and the ship moved faster and the faces ou the lawn seemed smaller farther away, His Voice Was Full of Passion and Pleading. and yet he heard those following voices calling to him, more faintly: "Come back again oh, come back again!" And with that tho negroes had broken Into a melody, and the ship moved on to the wild sweet music. Way Down Upon de S'wanee Ribber, the negroes sang, and the ship was at the turn of the river. The stately walls of Roanoke bouse, the green slope crowded with figures of his friends, the sparkling water front the current had swept away all of the picture and he could only hear that wailing music of the negroes' voices, lower, more fit ful; and now It was gone. He had left Virginia; he was on his way to friends. And for all his joy of going, he was heavy-hearted for tho leaving. The weeks went slowly at sea, but after a while he had lunded, was in France, wn at Vieques. Ho had seen his mother, with her hair whitened by those years of his prison life a happy woman now, full of business and re sponsibility, yet always with a rapt look In her face us of one who lived in a deep inner quiet. He had talked long talks with his prosperous father and slipped into his old place among hi brothers and sisters, utterly refusing to bo made a stranger or a great man. And over and over again he had told the story of bis cupture and the story of IiIb escape, At the castle the returned wanderer picked up no less the thread dropped so suddenly seven years before. The general, to whom the boy Beemcd his boy risen froin the dead, would hardly let him from his sight; Allxe kept him in a tingling atmosphere of tenderness and mockery and sisterly devotion, which thrilled him and chilled him and made him blissful and wretched In turns. The puzzle of Allxe was more unreadable than the puzzle of the sphinx to the three men who loved ber, to her father and Francois und I'letro. The general and Francois spoke of it guardedly, in few words, once in a long time, but I'letro never spoke. I'letro was there often, yet more often away in London, where the exiled Maz zini, at the head of one wing of Ital ian patriots, lived and conspired. And other men appeared suddenly and dls appeared at the chateau, and bold con ferences with the general and Fran cols In that large dim library where tho little peasant boy had Bat with his thin ankles twisted about the legs of his high chair, nnd copied the history of Napoleon. These men paid great attention nowadays to the words of that peasant boy. "As soon as you are a little strong er," they said, "there is much work for you to do," and the general would come In at that point with a growl like distant thunder. "He Is to rest," the general would order, "He Is to rest till he Is well. He has done enough; let the boy alone, you others." Rut the time came, six months aft er his return, when Francois must be sent to visit tho officers of certain regiments thought to be secretly Bonnpartlst; when he, It was believed, could get into touch with them and tell Ultra enough and not too much of the plans of the party, and find out where they stood and how much one might count on tbera. So, against the general's wish, Francois went off on a political mission. It proved more com' plicated than bad seemed probable; be was gone a long time; he had to travel and endure exhausting experiences for which he was not yet fit. So that when he came home to Vieques, two months later, bo was white and trans parent and 111. And thore were some of the mysterious men at the chateau to meet him, dollghted, pitiless. De lighted with the work he had done, with his daring nnd finesse and suc cess, without pity' for his weakness, begging him to go at once on another mission. The general was firm as to that; his boy should not be hounded; ho should stay at homo In the quiet old chateau and get woll. But the boy was restl(s; a fever of enthusiasm was on him and he wanted to do more and yet more for tho prince's work. At this point two things happened: lietro came from London, and Fran cols, on tho point of leaving for anoth er secret errand, broke down nnd was III. He lay In his bed In his room ut the farmhouse, tho low upper chamber looking out through wide-open case ment windows, their old leaded little panes of glass glittering from every uneven angle looking out nt broad fields and bouquets of chestnut trees, and far off, five miles away, at the high red roofs of tho chauteau of Vie ques. And gazing so, he saw I'letro on old Capltnlne, turn from the shady ave nue of the chestnuts and rldo slowly to the house. With that he heard his mother greeting lietro below In tho great kitchen, then tho two voices tho deep one and the soft one talking, tulklng, a long time. What could his mother and I'letro have to talk about so long? And then Metro's step was coming up tho narrow stair, and he was there, In the room. "Francois," Metro began In his di rect fashion, "I think you must go back to Virginia." Francois regarded him with startled eyes, Baying nothing. There was a chill and nn ncho In his heart ut the thought of yet another parting. Metro went out. "I have a lPtter from Hurry Hampton. The place needs you; tho people want you; and Harry and Miss Hampton say they will not he married unless you come to be host man at tho wedding." Francois smiled, lietro went on again. "Moreover, boy, Francois you are not doing well here. You are too useful; they want to use you constantly und you are ready; but you are not fit. You must get away for another year or two. Then you will be well and perhaps by then the prince will have real work for you. And you must have strength for that timo.. Your mother says I am right." With that his mother stood in the doorway, regarding him with her calm eyes, and nodded to Metro's words. So It enmo about that Francois went back shortly to Virginia. On the day before bo went he sat In the garden of the chateau with Allxe, on the stone scut by tho sun-dial where they had sat years before when the general had seen him kiss the girl's hand, in that unbrotherly way which had so surprised him. "Alixe," said Fraucols, "I am going to the end of the world." "Not for the first time," Allxe an swered cheerfully. "Perhaps for tho last," Francois threw back dramatically. It Is bard to have one's best-beloved discount one's tragedies. And Alixe laughed and lifted a long stem of a spring flow- r which she held In her hand, and brushed bis forehead delicately with the distant tip of It, 'Smooth out the wrinkles, do not frown; do not look solemn; you al ways como back, Monsieur the Ilnd I'euny; you will this tlmo. Do not.be melodramatic, Francois." Francois, listening to these Bane sentiments, was hurt, and not at all Inspired with cheerfulness. "Allxe," he snid and knew that ho 6hould not say It "there Is something I have wanted all my Ufa all my life." is thore?" Inquired Allxe In com monplace tones. "A horse, per ex- emple?" He caught her hand, disre garding her tone; his voice was full of passion and pleading. "Do not be heartless and cold today, Alixe, dear Alixe. 1 am going so far, and my very soul is torn with leaving you all." It takes no more than a syllable, an Inflection nt times, to turn the course of a life. If Francois had left his sen tence alone before that last little word; If he hud told the girl that his soul was torn with leaving her, then it Is hard to say what might have hap pened. But "you all" he did not wish then to have ber think that It meant more to leave her than to leave the others. Alixe readjusted the guard which hnd almost slipped from ber, and stood again defensive. "I won't be cruel, Francois; you know how we all are broken-hearted to have you go." Francois caught that fatal little word "all," repeated, and dimly bow Us significance, and bis own responsibil ity. Alixe went on. "I wonder if I do not know what It Is that you have wanted all your life?'; Eagerly Francois caught at her words. "May I tell you Alixe, Allxe?" "No." Allxe spoke quickly. "No, let me guess. It Is It Ib" and Francois, catching bU breath, tried to take the word from her, but Bhe stopped him. "No, I must tell It You have wished all your llfo" Allxe was breathing rather fast "that I should care for Pletro." A cold chill at hearing that thing said In that voice seized him. Very still his eyes down, he did not speak. "Is Is that It?" There Is an angel of perversity who possesses our souls at times. He makes us say the unkind thing when we wish not to; he tangles our feet bo that we fall and trip and hurt our selves and our dearest and behold long after we know that all the same It was an angel; that without that trouble we should have gone forever down the easy wrong way. We know that the perverse angel was sent to warn us off the pleasant grass which was none of ours, and by making things disagreeable at the psycho logical moment, save our souls alive for right things to come. Some such crosswise heavenly messenger gripped the mind of Allxe, and she suld what sho hated herself for saying, and saw the quick result In the downcast misery of poor Francois' face. And then the same cruel, wise angol turned his attention to Francois. "If she thinks that, let her," whispered the perverse one. "Let it go at that; say yea." And Francois lifted mournful eyes and repeated, "That you should love Pletro yes that Is what I have wished for all my life. CHAPTER XXVIII. Summoned. On the morning of May 9, 1840, the sun shone gaily In London. It filtered In Intricate patterns through the cur tains which shnded the upper windows of a house In Carlton gardens, and the breeze lifted tho lace, and sunlight and breeze together touched tho bent head of a young man who Bat at a writing-table. A lock of hair had es caped on his forehead and the air touched It, lifted It, as If to say: "De hold tho Napoleonic curl! See how he is like his undo!" Hut tho pen ran busily, regardless of tho garrulous breeze; there was much to do for a hard working prince who found tlmo to be the hero of ball rooms, tho center of a London season, nnd yet could manipulate his agents throughout the garrisons of France, nnd plan and execute a revolution. It was the year when the body of Napole on tho First was brought from St. Helena to I'arls, and Imu I!ouuparte had resolved, In that stendy mind which never lost Its grip on the reason of being of his existence, that with tho ashes of tho emperor his family should come back to France. For mouths the network had been Bprcnd, wns tightening, nnd nn.w tho memory which held Its friendships securely nl- wnys, took thought of a Frenchman living In Virginia. As soon as his let ter was finished to his father tho pen flew across the lines: "The sword of Austerlitz must not be In an enemy's liuixls," he wrote to his father. "It must stay where It may again be lifted In tho day Of dan ger tor the glory of Frunce." Ills let ters were apt to be slightly oratorical; It was moreover tho fashion of the day to write so. He raised his head and stared into the street. It was enough to decide his expedition for this summer that General nertrand, well-meaning, and ill-judging, had given to Louis Phil lipe the arms of tho emperor, to bo placed In tho Invalldes. Every mem ber of the Bonaparte family was aroused, and to the heir It was a trum pet cull. He could hardly wait to go to France, to reclaim that Insulted sword. He wrote on, finished tho letter to the exiled king, his father, a gloomy and lonely old man whom the son did not forget through years spent away from blm. Then he drew out a fresh sheet of paper, nnd his faint smile gleumcd; for the thought oj this adherent in Virginia was pleasant to him. "Chevalier Francois 'Iteaupre," he headed the letter, and began below, My friend and Marshal of Some Day." He considered a moment and wrote quickly ns If the words boiled to the pen. "Thc baton awaits you. Come. I make nn expedition within three months, and I need you and your faith In mo. Our stars must shine togeth er to give full light. So, mon ami, Join me here at tho earliest, that the em peror's words may como true. "LOUIS BONAPARTE." Across the water, In Virginia, two years had made few changes. On the June day when tho prince's letter lay In the post olllce of Norfolk tho last of the roses were Bhowing pink and red over tho gardens in a sudden breeze. Tho leaves of tho trees tliut arched thc roud that led to Roanok) house were sappy green, just lately fully spread. and glorious with freshness. Their shadows, Uanclng on tho white pike. wero sharp cut agaliiBt tho brightness. And through tho light-pierced cave of shade a man traveled on horseback from one plantation to another, a man who rode as a Virginian rides, yet with a military air for nil that He patted the beast's neck with a soothing word, and smiled as Aquarelle plunged nt tho waving of a bough, at a fox that ran across the roud. But If an observer had been there be might have Been that tho man's thought was not with horse or Journey. Francois Beaupre, riding out to give a French lesson to Miss Hampton at Roanoke houso, ns he hnd beeu doing for four years, all unconscious as he wus of the letter WOULD DO FOR THE RABBITS Old Gun Effective Enough Since the Animals Did Not Know of Its Condition. Colonel Preston of Grand Beach, Me., tells this story about a new chauffeur he added to his household this year. Pat's knowledge of auto mechanics Is surprising, but like ninny another man ho despises his vocation and yearns to be a sportBinan. The colonel possesses a collection of firearms of which ho Is proud and this has been a continual attraction for Pat, who spends much of his spare time gazing In admiration nt the guns in their glass caBes and gently lingering them with loving care when permitted to polish them. One day ho came to the colonel very bashfully and Inquired, "Colonel, dear, would yez be lcttin' mo hov th' loan av this wan for this afternoon?" The piece was an old muzzle-loader of Civil war days, and . his master, thinking that Pat wanted to piny a joke on some one, and knowing that the gun could not possibly be fired, readily consented. Toward evening he observed Pat, arrayed In- full automobile toggery, trudging off toward the woods with the gun on his shoulder. "Where are you going, Pat?" asked tho colonel. awaiting for him at the moment In Norfolk, was thinking of tho event to come to which thut letter called him. "Lucy I Oh, Lucy!" A voice called from tho lawn, and In a moment more the colonel was upon them. "Lucy," he began, "somebody must arrango about the new harnesses; my time is too valuable to be taken up with do tal Is. Uncle Zack says they are need ed at once. It has been neglected. I do not understand why things are so neglected." "I have seen to It, father. They will be ready In a week," Lucy answered. Then the colonol noticed Francois. "Good day, chevalier," be spoke con descendingly. "Ah by the way" he put a hand into one pocket and then another of his linen coat. "They gave me a letter for you, chevalier, knowing that you would be at Roanoke house today. Hero It Is" and Lucy saw a light leap Into Francois' eyes as they fell on tho English postmark. And Lucy spoke quietly again. "I did ask you, father, but you did not "You Have News What. Is It?" the Cirl Cried. see to It. and they were neceriiary. So I did It." And then, "chevalier, read your letter. I sec It Is a foreign one." "Will mademoiselle pardon?" At that moment an uneven step came down the slope and Francois flashed a smile at Harry Hampton and retrcjited to the other side of the summer-house with his letter; whilo the colonel, murmuring complaints about harnesses, went strolling up the shadowy, bird haunted lawn. Harry Hampton stood by his sweet heart with a boyish air of proprietor ship, radiant, as he had been through these two years of his engagement "I have It," he announced. "Don't you want to see It?" "Walt, Harry;" the girl glanced at Francois. But the lad caught her waist. "Look," he said, and opened his free hand and a plain gold ring glittered from It. With a quick move ment he slipped It over the little third linger. "There," be said, "that will he on to stay pretty Boon, and then Uncle Henry shall not badger you ubout har nesses. He has made me wait two years because he neJed you, but I won't wall much longer, will I, Lucy? Next Wednesday that Is the wedding day, Lucy." With that Francois turned around. Ills face shone with an excitement which could not escape even preoccu pied lovers. "What Is It, chevalier? You have news what Is It?" the girl cried. For a moment ho could not speak. Then: "Yes, mademoiselle, great news," ho said. "Tho prince has sent for me. And I am well nnd tit to go. I have lived for this time; yet 1 ntn grieved to leave you and Harry, my two old friends." "But, Francois, you cannot go before Wednesday," Harry Hampton cried out. "Wo cannot bo married without you." And Francois considered. "No, not before Wednesday," he agreed. That last. French lesson In the summer-house on the banks of the smooth flowing James river was on a Satur day. On Monday tho Chevalier Beau pro rodo over from Caruifax und asknl to sco Miss Hampton. tTO HIC CONTINUUM.) Women and Exercise. Most women, whether they be fleuhy or thin, walk far too little. The wom an who tends to bn fleshy should w alk for nt least an hour every day, and do it regularly and systematically. As she gets accustomed to tho exercise sho should Increase the number of miles she walks a day until she Is do ing five miles. ' "Slnire, sir, an' O'm goln' ter hunt rabbits In th' woods beyant." "Hut that gun Is no good; It has been out of order for 20 years!" "Faith thot may bo, Blr; but shure th' rabbits won't know thot!" Who Wants to Be a Camel? A camel's hind legs will reach any whereover his head, round his chest, and onto his hump; even when lying down an evil disposed animal will shoot out his legs and bring you to a sitting posture. His neck is of the same pliancy. He will chew the root of his tall, nip you In the calf, or lay the top of his head on his hump. He also bellows and roars at you, what ever you are doing saddling him. feeding him, mounting him, unsad dling him. To the uninitiated, a enm el going for one with his mouth open and gurgling horribly, Is a terrifying spectacle; but do not mind hlra. It la only his way. "I heard." says Count Glelchen, "of one or two men having a leg broken from a kick at various times, but It was the exception and not the rulo, for a camel Is really a very docile animal, and learns to be have himself In most trying positions with equanimity, though I fear It la only the result of want of brains." Sea Furnishes Their Living. In Norway and Sweden 30 persona out of every 1,000 live by seafaring. The next bcBt average In this particu lar vocation Is Great Britain. PAYMENT OF DEBT DEFERRED Borrower Willing to Live Up to Con ditions Made, but the Time Had Not Arrived. Secretary of the Treasury McAd(J( heard all sorts of talcs about the conn, try going to' the bowwows becaimo $ the decision to put out fifty rn 1 H joa dollars In southern und western banki to help move the crops. "To hear the talcs of calamity ii,at was to befall the United Statoi; said the secretary, "one would think there was nothing to It. It remind one of Tom and John. "Tom, who hnd lent John five dol lars, one day asked, 'John, ain't It tlmo you paid me that five dollars?' ""Taint due yet,' Bald John. "But you promised to pay me vs ri-n you got buck from New York.' '"Will, I ain't been thar ylt.'. Sunday Magazine. BEST REMEDIES FOR SORES AND ULCERS Mr. C. ,A. Butler, of Salem, Vs, writes: "I cun safely say that Han cock's Sulphur Compound Is the b tt remedy I ever used for sores. On of my llttlo boys, eight years old, luu i solid sore all over his face, we ttu-i different kinds of medicine, but norn seemed to do any good. Our mm, nineteen years old, had a sore on hit leg for three months nnd nothing d;j him good. We used Hancock's Sul phur Compound on both and it lll in work quickly and It was not over i week until both were well." Ilaneoi ki Sulphur Compound Is sold by ull dial ers. Hancock Liquid Sulphur Co., Baltimore, Md Adv. Its Result "How does the new rug you get for the bottom of your motor car wuikT "Oil, It Is qiiitu nutoniat-lo." An Association Favored. "Aren't you afraid politics will Kt Into big business out your way .1'' "I'm hoping ll will," replied t!u man who refuses to be scared; "may be It will Improve politics." After a Cood Meal. llostesH Another piece or minn pie, lieorgie? Just a small piece.' C.eorgie ( reluctantly I No. thanks, I could chew it, but I couldn't swallow it. London Opinion. Imoortant to Mothora Examine carefully every bottle of CASTOIUA, a safe and sure remedy for Infants and children, and see that It Bears the Signature ( In Use For Over 30 Years, Children Cry for Fletcher'a Castorij To Much. Booth Tarkington was asked recent ly for an original sentiment by way of autograph, lie replied: "If you had asked me for my auto graph. I would have sent It to yut gladly. But to usk for a Hpecimen of my work, that Is a little too inmh Would you ask for a doctor for one o his corpses to remember him by?" Unfortunate Gallantry. To his llttlo native town a busy city man recently returned for a visit. Ai he hud not seen the place nor lis ii pie for a long time, he was kept pretty busy greeting old friends. Anwiiin those whom he encountered was aa elderly spinster, who beamed upon him with: "Oh, Mr. Smith! I am biiic ni don't remember mo!" "Remember you!" gallantly '! claimed the city man, quite currii'd away by his wish to bo friendly. "A If I could forget you, Alias liix""' Why, you are ono of the lantlni;ir!vi of the old town!" Wltte on War. Count Wltte. tho fumous Hussm" statemnn, estimates that 40 per cent of the total Income of the great pow ers Is absorbed by thelp armlc and navies. Of tho consequences ho writes: "When and how will It nil end? In less tho grent states which have eel this hideous example agree to cull halt, so to say, and knit their suhjoi Into a pacific, united lCurope, war I the only Issue I call iereelvo. Anil when I Fay war, I mean a conlli"' which will surpass In horror the most brutul aimed conflicts known to hu man history and entnil distress m"r widespread and more terrible tliiui l'v' ing men can realize." UPWARD START kfter Changing from Coffee to Potu- Many a talented person Is kept back because of the Interference of cofM with the nourishment of the body. This Is especially bo with those whose nerves are very sensitive a" often the case with talented person' There Is ft simple, eaey way to R rid of cofTce troubles and a Tenti. lady's experience along these linos I' worth considering. She says: "Almost from the beginning of tw use of coffee It hurt my stomuch. IV the time I was fifteen I was aim"91 a nervous wreck, nerves nil unstrung no strength to endure the most trlvw thing, either work or fun. . "There was scarcely anything 1 could eat that would agree with The little I did eat seemed to 'v? mo more trouble than it was worth. J was literally starving; wbb so weal' could not sit up long at a time. "It was then a friend brought mj hot cup of Postum. I drank part of ij nnd ai'ter an hour I folt as though had had something to eat 'el strengthened. That was about " years ago, and after continuing P"1' urn In place of coffee and gradual", gettlnp stronger, today I can eat anj digest anything I want, walk as m' as I want. My nerves are steaay "I believe the first thing that me any good and gave me an up' a ri start, was Postum, and I use It lw gether now instead of coffee." Nams given by the Postum v Bnttle Creek, Mich. Postum now cornea in two form'-,. Regular Postum must be e boiled. 15c and 25o packnges. Instant Postum Ib a solublo P" dor. A teaspoonful dissolves qui"" in a cud of hot water and, with crca and suirar, makes a delicious beve age Instantly. 30c and 60c tins. .. The cost per cup of both kin" " About tie same. "There's a Reason" for Postum- sold by Croc1
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