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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.
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