:tiiwtwgwvtw':'vJJ'' J1ARY DAYTIQND dluPKAN ANDREWS 'AuTHOf? f tul pri?rrcr Tmourr, tuc Dcmr? TRi:Aauf?F, rrc.i JlLlUSTOATIOD y ILLSVORTrt VDVNG coprtt&rrjM er oooos stMMi coHfwiy' U 15 17 8YNOPSIS. Franroln Beaupre, a peasant bah of three year, uftt-r an nmimlitK IneUiont In which Miinihul Ney figure, In mailt) Chevalier of l-'rnnco by the Krnp-ror Na poleon, who pmpheiileil that th boy mlitht one day be a marshal of France tinner anothiir HonapnrtH. At the aH of tun Krancola vIhII (ieneral farcin liM puril WiHirifiitid, who with Allxe. hl ven-vear-olil rtiiUKhter, Uvea at the Chateau. A anliller of Jh Umpire under Nuptileon lie tire the boy'a IniaKlnatlon with HturlH of hi mmimlKn. The boy becomtm a ropvlat for the Kwral nd learn of the frinmlahip between tin en.l ami Miimul Zuppl. who rampnlKned with (lie generul urnler Nnpulnon. Mar qut Zuppl and hi mm. I'lelro. arrive at the Chateau. The (jenernl aarpe to rnre for the Miirniila' "on while the former - to America. The Miiruul alj V riin--ol to be a friend of hla eon. The hy nlemnly pmtnlaea. Krnnrola Roe to tne Chateau to live. Marquli Zuppl die leav ing I'letro aa a ward of the (jcnerai. Allxa, I'letro and Kranoola meet a Mrunne boy who prove to be J'rlrv 1-",'1 Na' poleon. Krancole ave hla life. 1 he en eral discover Krancola lovea Allxe. ana extract a promlee from him that, he will not Interfere between the (Ctrl and I'letro. Franeol ton to Italy aa aceretary to I'letro. Queen Hortenee plana the earapa of her aon U.ula Napnloon by dlyirulaln him and Mnniulu .apnl a her 'a'-Keya. rram-ola takea Maroul iil'Pl a pi" who la III. In the earape of Hoi-ten-anil Lonla. Dressed an l.oul' brother rrn role lurea the Aimtrlan from the hotel al lowing the prlnee and Ida mother to ea eape. Franeol la n prlaoner of the Aus trian for Ave yeHra. In the rnetle owned by J'letro In Italv. Tie discover In hla (junnl one of I'letro' old family aervanta. and throiiuh him nemla word lo friend of hla pllKht. Tne Kencral. Allxe ami I'letro plana Franeol' earape. 1-nin-cola receive a note from I'letro explain ing In detail how lo earape from nia prlaon. Allxe awalla him on homeback and leada him to hla friend onboa the Amerirnn anlllnit veaael. the '-nv',l I.iiey." Francois, aa a erneat of Marry Hampton, on the "Lovely I.iiry. "ea o America to mannirn l'letro'a estate IP Vlraliila. I.iiey Hampton fall" In love with Kranrola. Prlnre I.oula Napoleon In America horomea the guest of the Hampton, where he mecta Franeol. I.ury Hampton reveala ber love for raj ra after the latter aavea the life T Harry Hampton and l blmaelf Inluf'd 1n the effort. Kranrola tella l.nrv of hla love for Allxe. He relnrna to Franc and tella Allxa hla one wlah In life la '"at "he love I'letro. Krnnrola Jnlna tha polltlra plottera. Hla health falla and h 1 forced to return to America. I.aW Napoleon summon him to lndnn aid him In Ma plola to train the Kfer.f. throne. Lucy Hampton weda her xn0n. CHAPTER XTJf Continued "Mademolse!: Lucy." he Bald. "I have ornethin to auk of you." "I will do it." Lucy promised blithe ly, not waiting for details. Francois laughed. "You trust one, Mademoiselle Lucy that Is plain. Then his face became serious. "Do you remember a talk we once had together when I told you of my old playmate, Allxe?" The bride-to-be flushed furiously as he recalled that talk. Then she nod ded In a matter-of fact manner. "I re member very well," she said. "It was when I threw myself at your head and you ttaid you didn't want tne." Francois' shoulders and hands and eyes went upward together Into an eminently French gesiure. "What a horror!" he cried. "What an unspeak able manner to recollect that talk! low can youT How can you be so brutal to me?" Iloth of them, at that, burst Into light-hearted laughter. Lucy was grave suddenly. "Hut you have something to ask me, Francois. You spoke of your pluymate beautiful Allxe." "It Is only you whom I could ask to do thlB, Mademoiselle Lucy. I have never told anyone else about her. Only you know of" the words came slow ly "of my love for her. She does not know It. Alixe does not know. And I may be killed, one sees, In this fight for the prince. Quite easily. And Allxe will not know. I do not like thnt. In fact I cannot bear It. So this Is what I ask of you, dear mademol Belle." He brought out a letter and held It to her. "If you hear that I am killed, will you Bend It to Allxe?" Lucy took the letter and turned It over doubtfully. "1 do not like this sort of post mortem commission, Fran. rois. I feol as If 1 were holding your death-warrant." "Hut It Is not by a bit of writing I shall meet my finish, mademoiselle. I promise not to dlo one minute sooner for that letter. It Is only that It will make me happy to know you will send It" So Lucy, holding the letter gingerly, agreed. Hut aa Francois rose to go she stood by him a moment and laid ber hnnd on his coat eleeve. "Fran coIb I want to tell you something." "Hut yes, mademoiselle yes, Lucy. "It Is Bomething wrong." "Yes Lucy." "I am going to tell Harry J said It" "YeB." "ThlB Is It, then" and Francois smiling, waited and there was deep silence In the big, cool, quiet drawing- room for as long as a minute. "This Is It, then. I don't know how I enn be so unreasonable but I am. I love Harry I am happy. Hut I am quite Jealous of Allxe. And I think you are the most wonderful person I havo evor known much more wonderful than Harry If there had been no Alixe; If you had liked me I can Imagine having adored you. I do ndore you, Frnncois. Now, how Is all that compntlblo with my Joy In marrying Harry? I don't know how It Is but It Is so. I am wicked sinful person but it Is so.' The next time Lucy Hampton Baw Francois It was when, white-robed and sweet In her enveloping mist of vefl she went up the chancel steps of the little Virginia country church, and looking up met a smile that was a benediction from the man whom she bad loved, who stood close now at the side of her lover, her hUBbnnd. CHAPTER XXIX. The Prince's Bright Shadow. There are old people living In Eng land today who remember hearing their fathers and mothers speak of a young Frenchman of uncommon per sonality, constantly scon with Prince Louis Napoleon during the last days of his life In London In the year 1840. Lady Constance Cecil nicknamed this Frenchman "the prince's bright shadow." There Beemed to be a closer tie than brotherhood between them and tha tradition runs that the mys tical prince bad a superstition that his luck went with blm In the person of the Chevalier Ueaupre. It was all as It should be; he was entirely happy. He had asked three wishes of the good fairies, as be bad said long ago; that the prince should bo emperor that he might become "a marshal of France under another Bona parte" that Allxe should love him. The first two be belloved about to be realized. The last? It was not now the time to think of that Allxe bad kissed him good-by. That would more than do till the fight was over. So he sped back to London, missing I'letro, but hopeful and buoyant And In Lon don there was a letter for him from Virginia. Dear Francois," Lucy began. "To think that the first letter Bent to you by Harry's wife should be to tell you that she has betrayed your truBt In her. I am distressed beyond words, for I have made a miBtake which may mean distress to you. You remember the letter to Allxe which you trusted to me to send In case anything should happen to you? I had It In my band the week after my wedding when I bad gone upstairs to get other letters for Kuropo which my father had command ed me to send by the next packet. And In some stupid unexplulnable way I slipped yours your precious letter among them In place of one to my fa ther's agents In London, and I hur ried down and gave the parcel to Sam bo, who was waiting to ride to Nor folk with them. And then Harry and I went away on a visit to Martin's Hrandon for three days, and It was only when I came back that I discov ered the dreadful mistake I had made. Can you ever forgive me? Harry and I thought over every possibility of stop ping It, but there seemed to be no chance. Are you very angry with me, dear friend of Harry's and of mine?" The letter went on with reproaches and regrets and finally slipped Into a tale of a new happy life which Fran cols had made possible for the two. Ho read It over several times. His letter to Allxe, which should have been sent only after his death, had gone to her. What then? She would know that he loved her; that he had loved her always; that he would love her forever; that the one wlHh of his life had been that she should love himself not I'letro. He had said that In the letter; that was all. He wns glad that she should know, though he would never have told ber In life. It was done and be would find out now If I'letro Indeed cared for her, If she cared for Pictro. And If not, then one had waited long enough; then at last the joy of the thought choked him. A knock came at the' door of the room in the London lodging where he sat with Lucy Hampton's letter before him. Fritz Klckenbach stood there; his highness would like to see the chevalier. All personal thoughts were locked swiftly Into the drawer with Lucy's letter and "the prince's bright shadow" went to the prince. CHAPTER XXX. The Third Wish. On the day when Francois In Lon don read that letter of Lucy Hamp ton's which had awaited his return from France, a letter from Lucy Hampton reached Alixe at the chateau of Vieques. She carried It to Pietro's room where he sat In a deep chair at a window which looked over Deles- montes valley and the racing Choulte river, and the village strung on the shores. His elbow on the stone win dow-sill, his chin In his hand, he stared at the familiar picture. Allxe, coming In without knocking at the open door, stepped across and Btood by him, and he did not lift his head, his listless eyes did not yet shift their gaze from tho broad land The Gray Eyes Met Hers. scane. Alixe. looking down at the black head with its short curls set In thick locks after the manner of the curls of Praxiteles' Hermes was startled to see many bright lines of gray through tho dark mass. Was ev erybody getting old? Francois with the broad band of white In his ball and now Plotro big little Pletro, who had come to them and learned to ride Coq and played with them. Was Plotro getting old and gray? Dy one of the sudden Impulses char acteristic of her, her hand flew out and rested on the curlod head aa If to protect It, motherly, from the whiten ing of time. And Pletro turned slowly and looked up at her with eyes full of hopeless ness and adoration. Such a look he had never bofore given her; such a look no one could miBtake except a woman who would not let herself un derstand. "It le good to be up and at the win dow, Isn't It?" Allxe spoke cheerfully and ber hand left bis head and she wont on In a gay disengaged tone. "You will be downstairs In two or three days now, and then It Is only a jump THE FULTON COUNTY NEWS. McCONNELLSBURO. PA. to being out and about, and then then In a minute you will be well again." "Oh, yes," Pletro answered without animation. "It will not be long before I am well." "Look, Plotro;" Alixe hold out the paper in her band. "Such a queer let ter! From Virginia. From the little Lucy Hampton of whom Francois talks. I don't understand It Will you lot me read It to you?" "Surely," said Pletro, and waited with his unsmiling eyes on her face. "My dear mademoiselle," Allxe read. "I am writing to beg your forgiveness, as I have begged that of the Chevalier Hoaupre, for the very great fault I have committed. The chevalier trust ed to me a letter for you which was to have been sent you only In case of a certain event; by a carelessness which, unmeant as It was, I shall never for give myself, I gave It with other let ters to our negro Sambo to be posted at once. Uy now It may have reached you. I cannot tell if I have made trouble or not, "but In any case, I can not rest without saying to you as well as to the Chevalier how sorry I am. If you can And It in your heart J to forglvp me, please do so, dear mademoiselle. That I should have mado trouble for one as dear to the chevalier as you are Ib a deep grief to me. He has talked to me of you. With a very earnest prayer again for your forgiveness I am, mademoiselle, yours faithfully and sincerely. Lucy Hamp ton Hampton." Pletro looked bewildered. "What Is It about?" he asked. "I wonder," and Allxe laughed and frowned at the paper In her hand. "It seems Francois wrote me a letter and left It with little Mistress Hampton to be sent 'In cane of a certain event What event? What a strange thing for Francois to do' And then be came to us here and saicJ nothing of mys terious letters left cooking in Vir ginia. I cannot make it out, Pletro can you?" "Not I," said Pletro. "The letter of Francois has not come; that is certain; I wonder if the negro Sambo lost it" "Probably," Pletro said. "It should have come before this one, otherwise." It Is a riddle," Allxe decided, "and I never guess them." Then, dropping into a seat on Uie wide window-sill, Pletro you are letting yourself be depressed." The gray eyes met hers with some thing that seemed a wall of reserve In their steady glance. "I think possibly I mies having no exercise," he said. I will feel more natural when I can get about." Allxe looked at him. "You are eat ing your heart out to be with Fran cois," she Bald, and laid her band on his. Pletro stared as If the light touch had shaken him; then slowly bis large fingers twisted lightly around the small ones, and he turned his face again, holding her hand so, to the win dow and Xhe view of tho valley and the river and the village. A moment they sat bo, the girl's hand loose in the hollow of the man's; a slow red crept Into Allxe's face; there was con fusion In her brain. She had laid ber hand on that of ber brothor; ber broth er bad taken It in his and behold, by a witchcraft It was all changed. 1 his delicate big grasp that held her was not brotherly; through all her veins suddenly she knew that; the flush shot up to her eyes, to ber forehead, and she tried, with an attempt at an every day manner, to draw her band away. Dut Pletro, his Bet pale face toward the window, his eyes gazing out, held her hand. With that the world bad reeled and was whirling past her. Pletro had caught both her hands In a tight grip and bad drawn them against him, was holding them there, was looking at her with a face which not even she, this time, might mistake. Allxe," he said, "I know you don't care for me. I know you love Fran- cols. I did not mean ever to speak. but whon you put your hand on mine" He held her palms together and parted the palms and kissed the fin ger-tips. Drat of one and then of the other, as If he kissed something holy. "I shall never apeak again, but this once I will. I always loved you one rouBt I knew always that a slow si lent person like me would have no chance against a fellow like Francois So I have kept still, and It was hard. It won't be so hurd now that you know. Are you angry, Allxe?" Alixe, with her head bent bo that Pletro did not see her face, with her head bending lower lower, suddenly was on ber knees by the chair and her face was on Pietro's arm. "Allxe," he whispered, "what is It what have I done?" But the brown waves of hair with tho blue ribbon tied around them lay motionless on Mb arm. And suddenly a thought shook him. "It cannot be!" he gasped. And Alixe lifted her face, and the exaggerated black lashes lifted, and the blue glance lifted and rested on Pietro's black hair bent down where the light shone on the silver lines through it. Up flashed her hand Ira pulslvefy, gently as Allxe did thlnga, and touched the thick lock with an In finitely delicate caress. "Your hair- Is all turning gray," she whispered in two quick breafhe, and at that, in some occult fashion Pletro knew. For moments they had no need of that makeshift, language; the great house was very quiet,, and one heard the horses stamping in the paved courtyard and the grooms singing, and yet jne did not hear It Distant sounds came from tho village, but one only knew that long after. In remembering that morning. All they knew was that the ghost of a lifelong affection of brother and sister stood before them changed by a miracle to a shining angel into whose face, for these first moments, they dared not look. Then slowly, exquisitely, courage came and hand close In hand, they looked at each other astonished, glad. It was Pictro and Allxe still, the ancient play fellows, the childhood friends all the dear familiarity was there yet, but no longer were they brother and sister And then, after a while they began to compare notes of things hidden. "When did you begin to liko me this way, Pletro?" "I don't know," answered Pletro Btnpldly. "Does it make any differ ence?" "A great deal," Alixe insisted. "It's Important It's historical." "But this isn't history," said Pictro the churgo. "Last year?" "Last year what?" rietro asked; he had already forgotten the question. Oh that I began to mon diou no. Last year! Why, I think It was the day I came and saw you riding Coq." Oh, Pletro if you will talk only nonsense!" Allxe's voice was disap pointed. "But why, then, didn't you ever Bay so before this? We are both a thousand years old now. If you loved roe" she spoke the word In a lower voice "why, then, were you as quiet as a mouse about it all these years?" I thought you cared for Francois," Plotro said simply. And added, "Didn't you?" Allxe considered. "I don't think I ever did, Pletro. Not really. I thought I did perhaps. He dazzled me Francois with his way of doing all sorts of things brilliantly, and that wonderful something about him makes everybody love him. He believed in his star; there was around blm the romance of the emperor's prophecy and the romance of the career which 1b, we believe, about to begin now; there was always a glamour about Francois." Yes," Pietro agreed. "The glamour of his courage, Allxe, of loyalty and un selfishness; tho qualities which make what people call his charm. Francois s unlike the rest of the world, I be lieve. Allxe." Plotro talked on, the silent Pletro, as if delivering a lecture. He bad read much and thought much; It was sol- Suddenly a Thought Shook Him. dom he spoke of the speculations which often filled bis scholarly mind; today It seemed easy to talk of everything. Joy had set wldo all the doors of his be ing. Alixe opened ber eyes in aston ishment 'Pletro! You are talking like a i book! But It Is true; something of that Bort has come to me, too which proves it to be true. I have felt al ways that Francois had notes in him which are not on our pianos." Plotro smiled, looking at her. 'And yet, Allxe, you do not love Francois, with all these gifts and all his power over hearts but only com monplace me?" Allxe straightened against his arm. "Monsieur the Marquis Zappl, the gen tleman I care for. Is not common place. I thank you not to say It," she shot at him, and then, melting to a sudden Intensity, nhe put a hand on each sldo of his dark face and spoke earnestly. "Pietro, dear, listen. I be lieve I always cared for you. When I was little it hurt me to have Francois forever the one to do the daring things. Do you remember how I used to scold at you because you would not fight him?" Plotro smiled again. "Then he was captain of the school and you only a private, and I cried about that when I was alone at night And when you went off to Italy so quietly, with never a word said about the danger, I did not know that you were doing a fine deed I thought It a commonplace that you should go back to your country, till Francois opened my eyes." "Francois?" Pletro asked. "Yea. The day before he went to Join you we were riding together and he told me what it meant to be a patriot In Italy under the Austrlans. That day I realized bow unbearable It would be If anything happened to you. But I thought I cared for Francois; If he had spoken that day I should have told him that I cared for blm. But he did not; he went and was In prison five years." "And all that time I believed you loved him, and were mourning for him," Pietro said gently. "I half believed It too." Allxe an swered. "Yet nil the time I was jealous for you, Pietro, for It was still Francois who wns the hero not you. Then when there enmo a question of bis rescuo I was mad with the desire to have you do It and you did It." Her voice dropped. She laid her hand against his shoulder and spoke, In a quick cautious way. "But all that is Immaterial. I just love you that's the point." A mo ment later she spoke again. "I want to finish telling you and then we need never Bpeak of It again. I did think you were commonplace. And yet I knew In my heart you were not, for I resented your Beemlng so. So I urged you Into danger. I wanted you to be a hero. I had that echo of a schoolgirl's romanco about Francois In my mind, and I clung, all along, to the Idea that I loved him and that per haps he secretly loved me but would not say It because he was poor and a peasant; that he was waiting till his future was mado. Then, one day, only the other dny, he told me that he had asked three wishes of life 'of the good fairies' he Bald. One was to make Prince Louis Emperor, one was to be Marshal of France; the third" she stopped. "What?" Pletro demanded, his mouth a bit rigid. . Allxe flushed and smiled and took Pietro's big hand and covered her eyes with it "That 1 Bhould love you, Monsieur. He said he had wished that all his life." "May heaven grant hlra his wish," said Pletro fervently, and then, reflect ing, "It seema a strange wish for Fran cola. You are sure, Allxe?" "YeB, he said o," Allxe Insisted. "Our dear FTancois," sho went on soft ly, and the blue intensity of her eyes grew misty. "Dear Francois," she re peated, "It Is only he who could have hnd thoBe three wishes. Tho Bingle one that was for himself was not be Allxe, however, returned to ASL mm cause he cared for It himself, but bo causo.Jt was the Emperor's prophecy." "I always thought," Plotro Bpoke slowly, "that It wbb not indeed for himself that ho wished to be a Mar shal some day, but bocause It might make him, in a manner, your equal. It was for you." "Forme!" Allxe was astonished. "I never thought of that I think you thought of It, Pletro, only because you cared for me and thought Fran cols must care also." "Yes, I thought he cared," Pletro considered. "I can not bolleve other wise yet" "You may believe it" Allxe was firm. "For he said that what he had wished always was that I Bhould love you. I did It mostly to please Fran cols," she added serenely. And Pietro's response to thnt was apt, but not to be given here. The minds of these two happy lovers were full of that third who had been so close always, to each of them. "Pletro," Allxe Bpoko earnestly, com ing back to the same subject, "you know that I love Francois of course. But you do not know in what way. I love him as If he were one of the saints but also as If he were a help loss little child. Yet not Pietro as if he were the man I love. I would give my life for blm In a rush of de light, If he needed it But I know now, whatever were my vagtie dreams In past years, that It Is not In Francois to care for a woman as a human man." "I am not so sure," said Pietro, and shook his head. "You know I am not abusing our Francois," Allxe protested. "Why, Pletro, my futher believes, and I be lieve, that If affairs should so happen that he has hie opportunity he may yet be one of the great characters in history. My father says he Is made up of inspirations, Illuminations and limitations." "Yt s," said Pletro thoughtfully. "He has the faults of brilliancy and fear lessness. He judges too rapidly. If he were afraid ever if he saw the other shin of a question ever, his judg ment would be safer. It may well hap pen thnt he will be one of the great men of Europe; It may also happen that by some single act of mismanage ment hn will throw away his career or his life. God keep him safe!" Plo tro Bald simply. And Allxe echoed It "Ood keep him safe!" And then, "I am going to write him, Pletro about us. My father knows where to reach him at Bou logne I am going to say Just a word that what he has wished for all his life Is true. It will get to him the night before the battlo." "Are you sure you are right, Allxe?" Pletro asked doubtfully. "Sure," said Allxe buoyantly. "Give him my love, then," said Ple tro. CHAPTER XXXI. The Night Before. Out In the" dark, In the harbor of Boulogne, the ship Edinburgh Castle lay rocking In the wind. Prince Louis Bonaparte, who had chartered her, and the handful of his followers who had sailed with him on her from England hnd disembarked quietly at twilight, and In small companies had succeeded In ntering the town and the quarters of the olllcers who were, In France, the nucleus and the hope of their at tempt. In the rooms of Lieutenant Almlenlze, the host of tho Prince, a short council bad been held to go over once moro the plans which bad been discussed and settled by letter for weeks already. The work was care fully arranged; there was almost noth ing to be changed, and the little com pany of men who were trying bo large a fate, scattered, with grave faces, with quiet good nights to the Prince who might , tomorrow be their Em peror, to the Prince for whoso soke they might tomorrow night be any or all ruined men or dead mon. He Bat erect and listened. Tholln was brushing clothea with energy In tho bedroom, and through another door there came a light sound of a paper turned, of a gay song sung softly. And a glow suddenly warmed the Prlnce'B heart; here was some ono who had known his mother, who had been, In deed, for a few days her son; here was some one who cored for him, he belloved it, with a hnlf-conaumlng flame of devotion. Since the man's arrival from Virginia six weeka before, to havo him near himself bad been a pleasure to Louis Bonaparte; he seemed to bring back the freshness of his early days, of the young confi dence when his star shone for him, distant perhaps, but undlmmcd by the ART OF TREE SCULPTURE Old English Custom That Called for the Cutting of Fantastic Shapes. - Very many years ago It waa tho fashion of England and on the con tinent to have great gardens of ever green trees trliamed and clipped into curious and fantastic shapes. To such an extent did the craze develop that theso gardens were filled with crouch ing Hons, pigs and even hens and chickens, all laboriously sculptured from living green and kept In trim by constant use of the knife and tho shears. A few of these gardens were es tablished in this country and one still remains in perfect condition. It is located on the famous Hunnewell es tate at Wellesley, Mass., and la vis ited by people from all over the world. The garden Is on the side of a terraced hill dropping away to a beautiful little lake. Evergreens of many klndB are to be found there and each Bummer a force of workmen with long ladders care fully prune and trim tlio branches In ordor to preserve the strange shapes which have been developed with the utmost patience. Popular Eloctrlclty. Use 30,000,000 Boxes. Cigar boxes are a negligible quan tity to the average smoker, but how many ' ever stopped to think of the MM black clouds wttlcn drove now across It. He was a bit superstitious auoui r.'. I., o. ;oii with nn idea, wblch r milium u - - , , he spoke to no ono, that a pivotal In terest of his caroer rceicu in um est figure. He rose, this night In Boulogne, ns the paper rustled and the little French provincial chanson sounded from tho room where Francois Beaupre. now his secretory, had been Installed, and stepped to the closed door. "De tous cote's l'on que Je suls bFranco!s Bang softly. The Prince smiled. Aa he opened the door the singing stopped; the young man aprang respectfully to his feet, a let. ter grasped In bis hand, and stood waiting. "Sire!" he Bald. Prince Louis flung out his hand with gesture of Impulsiveness strange to his controlled manner, yet not out of , in. tn thnan who knew him well. "Ah, Francois," ho cried. "Let the titles go for tonight. Sny, 'Louis,' aa on that day when we first saw each other; when the four children played together In the old chateau ruins. And Francois smiled his radiant exquisite amllo and answered quietly. "But yes, my brother-Louis." And went on, "I beliove I shall not sleep tonight. Louis. I believe I am too happy to sleep." Aa one reads a novel for relaxation In the strain of a critical business af fulr, Prince Louis caught at the dis traction of this side Issue. The next morning was planned to the last de tail; there was nothing to do till day light, yet he could not Bleep at pres ent. Here was a romanco of some sort He sank back on tho cushions of tho coach of Lieutenant Aladenlze's mnklncr rnnm and nut his feot up lux- urlously, and slowly lighted a cigar o of Havana. "Tell me," ho ordered, and the gen tleness of appeal was In the order. "Slre"tho young man began and corrected himself. "Louis," he Bald. The Prince smiled dimly. "Since our landing I have known that a wonder ful thine has happened to mo. It Is" he spoke lower "It Is the love of the woman who Is to me the only one in tbo world." "I congratulate you, mon ami," Louis tald gently. "1b It by any chance the delightful littlo Mademoiselle Allxe of the old chateau?" Beaupre turned scarlet He was a marvelous man, this Prince Louia. How hnd he nuessed? "She loves me I have here a letter In which she tells me that aho loves me. Will his Hlchness read It?" With an Impetu ous Btep forward he held the paper toward Louis Napoleon. "I thank you," the Prince said grave ly. He read: "Francois, what you have wished all your life is true. The good fuiries have granted ono of your wishes be fore the battlo. That thoy will give you the other two on the day of the battlo Is the belief of your "ALIXE." And below was written hurriedly. "Pletro sends hla love." The Prince gave back tho letter with a respectful hand; then looked at Francois Inquiringly. "'What you have wished all your life,' mon ami?" Francois laughed happily. "One must explain. If It will not tire his High netts." And he told. In a few words. of that day when his self-restraint had given way and how, when his guard was down and he was on the point of telling bis lifelong secret love, some spirit of perversity but Francois did not know It was an angel had caught Allxe, and she hnd accused him of wishing always that she might love Pletro. And how, meshed In that same net of hurt recklessness, be had an swered In her own manner "Yes," he had said, "It was that which had been tho wish of his life that Alixe might love Pletro!" And Francois laughed gaily, telling the simple entanglement to tho Prince, tho night before the battlo. "One sees how she la quick and clear-sighted, my Allxe," he said. "For she knew well even then It waa not that I wished." . He stopped, for In the quiet contained look of the listener an Intanglblo something struck a chill to his delicately-poised sensi tiveness. "What Is It, Louis?" he cried out "You do not think I mistake her mistake Allxe!" (TO HE CONTINUED.) Philosopher's Purpose. "I am looking for an honest mnn," said Diogenes. "What do you want with one?" "Oh. nothing In particular. My real philanthropic purpose is to show the world how to conduct a long and re Bultless Investigation with as little ex pense as possible." number used each year or whore they come from? Thirty million Is the total supplied to the manufacturers of the Beductlve weed each year. The best boxes come from Cuba and are known as Spanish cedar. After the war with Spain the supply of this wood wus greatly diminished and Its price raised, so that for a time cigar dealer were obliged to find a substitute for this kind of cedar. Various wooih were tried, but trou ble was found in selling theso boxes, because connoisseurs insisted that a line cigar was spoiled by putting it In any but u box made of Spanish cedar. This wood always retains the flavor of a good cigar. Indeed, some persons assert that it Improves the flavor. Tha reason given la that it grows in the same localities. Ai She Is Spoke on Clyde. The best English la said to be spoken In Scotland but not on the Clyde! A Londoner, Just returned from Scotland, sends a Dally Chronicle cor respondent this example of birth of Clyde language: "Poo -na-nnn! &v.mn. noo, gaur-pa-poo. The strange Bounds are supposed to be uttered by a wee Macgreegor in a rowing-boat with his parents; and tho Interpretation ' la, "Pull, pa, pull; oh. ma, now, gaur (make) pa pull." The Chinese-like exhortation is a good companion for "Flaflaflarry" which la Bound Glasgow for "Fellow fell oft a lorry." TORREQN STREWN WITH THE 01 Further Details of Worst Revolu tionary Battle. BLOODIEST FIGHT OF ALL Only the Failure To Arrive Of th Rebel Column Assigned To Attack From the North Saved Huerta's Force From Annihilation. San Pedro, do las Colonlna, Coaliuila, Mexico. A survey of the battlefield of the last week shows that the hattla for possession of this city, which en gaged practically the full forcca ol rebels and federals, was the bloodlii of tho revolution. The battle was at Its climax Satur day, Sunday and Monday and on tin last day the rebels loss In wounds alone waa 650 men. In all, 1,200 ri-Mj were wounded o seriously as to re quire hospital treatment during tlio en gagement The rebel dead may m vi t be known, owing to the wide area cov ered by the battle. The federal loss waa at least 3,roo in killed, wounded, prisoners and dis persed. By dispersed Is meant thiwi federals who were separated from their .v..t...n(r1tj nnil fl.,,1 Inrilvlrlllllllv nr n tuliliimiiun iii . v ...u . . .u ...... j i, , small detachments to the hills or into the desert, probably to perish Uhto fur lark of food and water. Twelve hun dred regulars were captured by the constitutionalists. The men wero man. tered Into the rebel ranks, while their ofllcers will be held as prisoners. A number of BO-i-alled volunteers or red daggers were captured and executed. These men were former followers of Madera, who are alleged to have Joined the Orozco rebellion, wblch overthrew him. All the prisoners, Including on major, three captains and ten lieuten ants are being sent to Torrcon. The laBt day's fighting was hesun with the Hen-era and Denavide'i brigades, attacking from the south, vt'hile General Villa, with two brinadei and General Contreras charged from the west. General Ortega and Hern andez attacked from the east. Fallura of the rebel column assigned to attack from the north to arrive on time prob ably saved the federals from annihila tion. The assault was met by a witlierin? artillery' Are. The federals were all out surrounded and fought desperately, their fire tenring great gaps tlnoii:li the rebel ranks. They fought from tho cover of Irrigation ditches and abode houses over a lino 20 miles a length, but gradually they were forced toward the center of the city. Their pKcape was through the north, Wt open by the non-arrival of the troopi assigned to that position. The fusi lives, once clear, turned east in tin general direction of Monterey. This was at 5 o'clock In the after noon, after ten hours of terrific fi;W- 1UK. i lie reirem whs minusi i" while In the streets 500 federal dead were found. Three thousand men won sent In pursuit of the fugitives. The presence of General Velasr who evacuated Torreon April 2, at Pan Pedro, wns a surprise to General Villi He lenrned from the prisoners that when the federal generals, de Mour and Moas, were driven from the tott last week they sent word to General Velasco, then at Parras, sixly niiw south, that they were In danger of be In? surrounded. Vclusco, by forced marches, succeed ed In Joining them on the tenth a: uenaviues junction, oniy a ie up front here. Later the troops of & fral Argumedo and Campe came up' the rebel garrison, then here, ' driven out on the eleventh. Thnt nlsht Villa, with B.twO rein forcenients and twenty field pieces, rived and began an Immediate atac' which culminated Monday In the flu'' of the federals. DIES FROM LION'S BITE. . in i i tafiu nnrir1 Fflf Moving Picture. Los Angeles, Cal. Bitten by a U several days ago In postnK for a m' Ing picture, Dr. William Win ner Kim a member of Paul Ilalney's expedite to Africa and well known tlirousW- the rireiis world, died her- j . .1. ...... I.. ha trillllll!'' wiiuiius eio mullein i first, but septic infection set in. $27,000 TO CONFIDENCE MAN- i, w -r- . - c.u victim new Torn rmiiiti Swindler. Buffalo, N. Y George CresteslM the Williamsburg farmer who rW to the police thnt he had been swina out of $12,000, admitted that in all i swindler relieved nun oi ,"- swindler made two trips to Bun securing $15,000 on tho first iw "DYNAMITE" O'BRIEN ILU ,ained Fame As Blockade Cuban Revolution. Newark, N. J. "Dynamlto JoM O'Brien, who gained fame a . ...... j -,..,m.r in Ci)"' revolutions, is seriously m l f, here. O'Brien is 67 years ol the last 13 years he lias sei" - tr Government pilot of the CuD' puouc, a posmuu sue.. services to the Cubdn people. l.l Ii 111 IV ATTEMPT TO BLOW UP BUU-01"5 . . . : . ...... t& Dynamite wnn Ligmcu In Miners' Hall . .. ... .11-1,8 Of ' Indiana, ra. iweuvy ti--- m mite with a lighted n u-ara fmind In the new hot"" ... .. .: . f Awe"1' . unuea wine vvoiruib - Iselin, near here, by John Tie. 'nt nnnctrlletlnn. The fU9 , y. vw..-.. ---- ...,,,a4 11- tlnguished only a raw .vni,civ Th attempt i j the building, which Is nea.'l" Hon, was maue ai mo -tha men were at lunch. ....Mil 11V-
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