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UNDER TWO
FLAGS By "QUIDA”
"Charges Charge! Tue, tue, tue!”'
Above the diE. the shouts. the tumult,
the echoing of the distant musketry,
that silvery cadence rang. Down into
the midst, with the tricolor waving
above her head, the bridle of her fiery
mare between her teeth, the raven of
the dead zouave flying above her head
and her pistol leveled in deadly aim,
rode Cigarette.
The lightning fire of the crossing
swords played round her, the glitter of
lances dazzled her eyes, the reek of
smoke and of carnage was round her,
but she dashed down Into the heart of
the conflict as gayly as though she
rode at a review, laughing, shouting,
waving her torn colors that she grasp
ed, with her curls blowing back in the
breeze and her bright young face set
in the warrior’s lust. Behind tier by
scarcely a length galloped three squad
rons of chasseurs and spahis, trampling
headlong over the corpse strewn field
ami breaking through the masses of the
Arabs as though they were leas of
corn.
She wheeled her mare round by Ce
cil’s side at the moment when with six
swift passes of his blade he had ward
ed off the chief’s blows and sent his
own sword down through the chest
bones of the Bedouin's mighty form.
“Well struck! The day is turned!
Charge!”
She gave the order as though she
were a marshal of the empire. The sun
blaze fell on her where she sat on the
rearing, fronting, half b.ed gray, with
the tricolor folds above her bead and
her teeth tight gripped on the chain
bridle and her face all glowing and
warm and full of the fierce fire of war.
a little amazon in scarlet and blue and
gold, a young Jeanne d'Are, with the
crimson fez in lieu of the silvered
casque and the gay broideries of her
fantastic dress Instead of the breast
plate of steel. And with the flag of
her idolatry, the flag that was as her
religion, floating back as she went she
spurred her mare straight against the
Arabs, straight over the lifeless forms
of the hundreds slain, and after her
poured the fresh squadrons of caval
ry, the ruby burnoose of the spnhis
streaming on the wind as their darling
led them ou tb retrieve the day for
Is Nbt a bullet struck or a saber grazed
her; but there, in the heat and the
press of the woifd of the slaughter.
Cigarette rode hither and thither, to
and fro, her voice ringing like a bird s
song over the firld tji command. In a;>-
plause. In encouragement. In delight;
bearing her standard aloft and un
touched; dashing heedless through s
storm of W*vrs: cheering on her “chil
dren" to again and again,
and all the,while with the sunlight
full on her radiant, spirited head, and
with the grim, gray raven flying above
her, shrieking shrilly Its “Tue, tue,
tue!” The army l>elieved with super
stitious faith In the potent spell of that
veteran bird, and the story ran that
whenever be flew above a combat
France was victor before the sun set.
The echo of the raven’s cry, and the
presence of the child who, they knew,
would have a thousand musket halls
tired In her fair young breast rather
than live to see them defeated, made
the fresh squadrons sweep In like a
whirlwind, bearing down all before
them.
Cigarette saved the day.
CHAPTER XIII.
BEFORE the sun had declined
from the zenith the French
w r ere masters of the field, and
pursued the retreat of the
Arabs till for miles along the plain the
line of their flight was marked with
horses that had dropped dead In the
strain, and with the motionless forms
of their desert riders. When'at length
the returned, coming in with her ruth
less spahls, whose terrible passions she
feared no more than Virgil's Volscian
huntress feared the beasts of forest
and plain, the raven still hovered
above her exhausted mare, the torn
flag was still In her left hand, and the
bright laughter, the flash of ecstatic
triumph, was still in her face as she
sang the last lines of her own war
chant. The leopard nature was roused
in her. She was a soldier; death had
been about her from her birth; she
neither feared to give nor to receive
it; she was happy as such elastic, sun
lit, dauntless youth as hers alone can
be, returning In the reddening after
glow at the head of her comrades to
the camp she had saved, while all who
remained of the soldiers who, but for
her, would have been massacred long
ere then, threw themselves forward,
crowded round her, caressed and
laughed, and wept, and shouted with
all the changes of their intense- mercu
rial temperaments, kissed her boots,
her sash, her mare's drooping neck,
and lifting her, with wild vivas that
rent the sky, on to the shoulders of
the four tallest men among them, bore
her to the presence of the only chief
officer of high rank who had survived
the terrors of the day.
And he, a grave and noble looking
veteran, uncovered his head and bowed
before her as courtiers bow before
their queens.
“Mademoiselle, you saved the honor
of Vrahce. Tti' the "name of France, r
thank $-ou.”
The tears rushed svrift and hot into
Cigarette's bright eyes—tears of Joy,
tears of pride. She was but a child
still In much, and she could bo moved
by the name of France as other chil
dren by the name of their mothers.
“Chut! I did nothing," she said rap
idly. “I only rode fast.”
The frenzied hurrahs of the men who
heard her drowned her words. They
loved her for what she had done; they
loved her better still because she set
no count on it.
“The empire will think otherwise,"
said the major of the zouaves. “Tell
me, my little one, how did you do this
thing?”
Cigarette, balancing herself with a
foot on either shoulder of her support
ers, gave the salute and answered:
"Simply, my commander, very sim
ply. 1 was alone, riding midway be
tween you and the main army—three
leagues, say, from each. I was all
alone: only Vole-qtii-veut flying with
me for fun. 1 met a colon. I knew the
man. For the matter of that I did him
once n service—saved his geese and his
fowls from burning one winter's day
in their house, while he wrung his
hands and looked on. Well, he was
full of terror and told me tlx’re was
fighting yonder—here he meant—so I
rode nearer to see. That was just up
on sunrise. I dismounted and ran up
a palm there.” And Cigarette pointed
to a faroff slope crowned with the re
mains of a once mighty palm forest.
“I got up very high. I could see miles
round. I saw how things were with
you. For the moment I was coming
straight to you. Then I thought I
should do more service if I let tlve main
army know and brought you a re-en
forcement. 1 rode fast. Dieu! I rode
fast. My horse dropped under me
twice, but I reached them at last, and
I went at once to the general. He
guessed at a glance how things were,
and 1 told him to give me my spahls
and let me go. So he did. I got on a
mare of his own staff, and away we
came. It was a near thing. If we had
been a minute later. It had been all up
with you.”
“True, indeed," muttered the zouave
In his l>eanl. “A superb action, my lit
tle one. Fun did you meet no Arab
scouts to stop you T
Cigarette laughed.
“Did I not? Met them by dozens.
Some had a shot at me; some had a
shot from me. One fellow nearly wing
ed me, but 1 got through them all
somehow. Saprtatl! I galloped so fast
I was very hard to hit flying. Thosa
tilings only require a little judgment.
But some men always are creeping
when they should fly and always art
scampering when they should saunter,
and then they wonder when they make
fiasco. Bah!”
And Cigarette laughed again. "Men
were such bunglers. Ouf!”
“Mademoiselle, If all aoldiers were
like you." answered the major of
■ounces curtly, “to command a battal
ion would be paradise.”
“All soldiers would do anything I
have done,” retorted Cigarette, who
never took a compliment at the ex
pense of her “children.” “They do not
all get the opportunity. Opportunity
Is a little angel. Some catch him as he
goes; some let him pass by forever.
You must be quick with him, for he Is
like an eel to wriggle away. If yon
want a good soldier, take that aristo
crat—that handsome Victor. Pouf!
All his officers were down, and how
splendidly he led the troop! He was
going to die with them rather than sur
render. Napoleon”—and Cigarette un
covered her curly head reverentially,
as at the name of a deity—“ Napoleon
would have given him bis brigade ere
this. If you had seen him kill the
chief!”
“He will have justice done him, nev
er fear. And for you—tbe cross shall
be on your breast. Cigarette, If I live
over tonight to write my dispatches.”
And the major saluted ber once more
and turned away to view the carnage
strewn plain and number the few who
remained out of those who had been
wakened by the clash of the Arab
armß'ui tbe gray of the earliest dawn.
Cigarette's eyes flashed like sun play
ing on water, ad her flushed cheeks
grew scarlet. Since her infancy it had
been her dream to have the cross to lie
above her little lion’s heart. It had
been the one longing, the one ambition,
the one undying desire, of her soul,
and, 10, she touched Its realization.
The wild, frantic, tumultuous cheers
and caresses of her soldiery, who* could
not triumph in her and triumph with
her enough to satiate them, recalled her
to the actual moment She sprang
down from her elevation and turned
on them with a rebuke. “Ah, you are
making this fuss about me while hun
dreds of better soldiers than I lie yon
der. Let us look to them first We
will play the fool afterward.”
And, although sbe had ridden 50
miles that day if she had ridden one,
though she had eaten nothing since
sunrise and had only had one draft of
bad water, though sbe was tired and
stiff and bruised and parched with
thirst Cigarette dashed off as lightly
as a young goat to look for the wound
ed and the dying men who strewed the
plain far and near.
fcfee remweiljered one whom she had.
not seen alter that first moment In
which she had given the word to the
squadrons to charge.
It was a terrible sight—the arid plain,.
lying in the scarlet glow of sunset, cov
ered with dead bodies, with mutilated
: 11 mbs, with horses gasping and writh
'ng, with men raving like mad croa
i tores in tlie torture of their wounds.
| She had seen great slaughter often
enough, but even she had not seen any
j struggle more close, more murderous,
than tin's had been. The dead lay by
hundreds. French and Arab locked In
one another’s limbs as they had fallen
when the ordinary mode of warfare
had failed to satiate their violence, and
they had wrestled together like wolves
fighting and rending one another over
a disputed carcass.
“Is he killed? Is he killed?” she
thought as she bent over each knot of
motionless bodies where here and there
some faint stifled breath or some moan
of agony tcld that life still lingered
beneath the huddled, stiffening heap.
And a tightness came at her heart.
An aching fear made her shrink as she
raised each hidden face that she had*
never known before. “What if be be?”
she said fiercely to herself. “It Is
nothing to me. I hate him, the cold
aristocrat. I ought to be glad if I see
him lying here.”
But, despite her hatred for him,, she
could not banish that hot, feverish
hope, that cold, suffocating fear which,
turn by turn, quickened and slackened
the bright flow of her warm young
blood as she searched among the slain.
A dog’s moan caught her ear. She
turned and looked across. Upright
among a ghastly lot. of men and charg
ers sat the small, snowy poodle of the
chasseurs, beating the air with its lit
tle paws as it had been taught to do
When it needed anything and howling
piteously as it begged.
“Flick-Flack! What is it, Flick-
Flack?” she cried to him, while, with
a bound, she reached the spot. The
dog leaped on her. rejoicing. The dead
were thick there—lo or 12 deep—French
trooper and Bedouin rider flung across
one another, horribly entangled with
the limbs, the manes, the shattered
bodies of tlieir own horses. Among
them she saw the face she sought as
the dog eagerly ran track, caressing the
Lair of a- soldier who lay underneath
the weight of his gray charger that had
been killed by a musket ball.
Cigarette grew very pale, as six* had
never grown when the hailstorm of
V
Site .to rv*d the end Uelwcen hi* lift*.
•hots bad been pbnrlfig on fief In the
intdkt of a Nrttk*. -but, with rapid
•kill and strength she had aequlsad
long before she reached tbe place, lift
ed aside first eos, then another, #f tbe
lifeless Arabs that had fallen above
him and drew out from beneath the
suffocating pressure of his horse’s
weight the head and tbe frame of the
chasseur whom Flick-Flack had sought
out and guarded.
For a moment she thought him dead.
Then, as she drew him out where tbe
cool breeze of tbe declining day could
reach him, a slow breath, painfully
drawn, moved his chest She saw that
he was unconscious from tbe stifling
oppression under which he had been
buried since noon. An hour more with
out one touch of fresher air and life
would have been extinct
Cigarette had with her tbe flask of
brandy that she always brought on
such errands as these. She forced the
end between his lips and poured some
down his throat Her hand shook
slightly as she did so. a weakness the
gallant little campaigner never before
then had known.
It revived him In a degree. He breath
ed more freely, though heavily and
with difficulty still, but gradually tbe
deathly leaden color of his face was
replaced by the hue of life, and his
heart began to beat more loudly. Con
sciousness did not return to him. He
lay motionless and senseless, with hhs
head resting on her lap and with Flick.
Flack, in eager affection, licking his
bands and his hair.
“He was as good as dead. Flick-
Flack, if it had not been for you and
me,” 6aid Cigarette, while she wetted
his lips with more brandy. “Ah, bah!
And he would be more grateful, Flick-
Flack, for a scornful scoff from mi
ladi.”
Still, though she thought this, she let
his head lie on her lap, and as she
looked down on him there was the glis
ten as of tears in the brave, sunny
eyes of the little Friend of the Flag.
“He is so handsome, so handsome!”
she muttered in her teeth, drawing a
silklike lock of his hair through her
hands and looking at the stricken
strength, the powerless limbs, the bare
chest, cut and bruised and heaved pain
fully by each uneasy She was
of a vivid, voluptuous, artistic nature;
she was thoroughly womanlike in her
passions and her Instincts, though she
so fiercely contemned womanhood. If
he had not been beautiful, she would
never have looked twice at him, never
once have pitied his fate.
And he was beautiful stilt though
his hair was heavy wYfh’dcXv
though his face was scorched with
powder, though his eyes were closed
as wßh the leaden weight of death aud
; his beard was covered with the red
i stains of blood that had flowed from
! the lance wound on his shoulder.
The restless movements of little
Flick-Flack detached a piece of twine
passed around his favorite’s throat;
the glitter of gold arrested Cigarette’s
eyes. She caught what the poodle’s im
patient car*ss had broken from the
string. It was a small blue enamel me
dallion bonbon box with a hole through
it by which it had been sluug—a tiny
toy once costly, now tarnished, for it
had bet>n carried through many rough
scenes and many years of hardship,
had been bent by blows struck at the
breast against which it rested, and
was clotted now with blood. Inside It
was a woman’s riDg of sapphires and
opals.
She looked at both close in the glow
of the setting sun, then passed the
string through and fastened the box
afresh. It was a mere trifle, but it
sufficed to banish ht*r dream, to arouse
her to contemptuous, impatient bitter
ness with that new weakness that had
for the hour broken her down to the
level of this feverish folly. He was
beautiful—yes! She could not bring
herself to hate him; she could not
help the brimming tears blinding her
eyes when she looked at him stretched
senseless thus. But he was wedded
to his past; that toy in his breast,
whatever It might he, whatever tale
might cling to It, was sweeter to him
than her lij>s would ever be*. Bah!
There were better men than lie. Why
had she not let him lie and die as he
might under the pile of dead?
“You deserve to be shot—you!” said
Cigarette, fiercely abusing herself as
Bbe put his head off her lap, and rose
abruptly and shouted to a Tringio who
was at some distance searching for
the wounded. “Here Is a chasseur
with some breath In him,” she said,
curtly, as the man w r ith his mule cart
and Its sad burden of half dead, moan
ing, writhing frames drew near at her
summons. “Put him In. Soldiers cost
too much training to waste them on
Jackals and kite*, If one can help It.
Lift him up! Quick!”
“He is badly hurt,” said the Tringio.
Bbe shrugged her shoulders.
"Oh, no! I have had worse scratches
myself. The horse fell on him: that
was the mischief. Most of them here
have swallowed the leaden pill once
and for all. 1 never saw a prettier
thing—every lascar has killed his own
little knot of Arbloos. lam It how nice
and Deat they look.”
She was not going to have t!m Im
agine she cared for that chasseur whom
he lifted up on his little wagon with so
kindly a care—not she! Cigarette was
as proud Id her way as was ever the
Prlneess Yenetfa Corona.
Nevertheless she Wept puce w ith the
mules, carrying little Flick-Flack, and
never paused on her way, though she
passed scores of dc-ad Arabs, whose sil
ver ornaments and silk broideries,
commonly after such a fantasia, re
plenished the knapsack and adorned in
profusion tbe uniform of the young
filibuster, being gleaned by ber right
and left • her lawful harvest after the
fmj.
“Leave him there. 1 will hare a look
at him,” she said at the first empty
teat tbey reached. Cigarette, left alone
with the wounded man, lying lnaensl
hie still ou a heap of forage, ceased her
song and grew very quiet Sbe bad a
certain surgical skill, %nd Sbe dressed
his weunda with the raid, clear water
and washed away the dual and the
b)od that covered his breast
“He la too good a soldier to die. One
most do ft for France,” sbe said to her
aelf ip a kind of self apology. And as
•he did It sod bound the lance gash
clone and hathed his breast his fore
head, his hair, his beard, free from the
sand and the powder and the gore a
thousand changes swept over her mo
bile face. It was one moment soft and
flushed and tender as passion; It was
the next jealous, fiery, scornful, pale
and full of impatient self disdain.
He was nothing to her! He was an
aristocrat and she was a child of the
people. She had been besieged by
dukes and bad flouted princes. She
had borne herself in such gay liberty,
such vivacious freedom, such proud
and careless sovereignty bah, what
was it to ber whether this man lived
or died? If she saved him, be would
■give her a low bow as he thanked her,
thinking all tbe while of miladl. And
yet there she staid and watched him.
Sbe took some food, for sbe had been
flustlng all day. Then she dropped
down before the fire she had lighted
and In one of tboae soft, curled, kitten
like attitudes that were characteristic
of her kept ber vigil over him.
Sbe was bruised, stiff, tired, longing
like a tired child to fall asleep. Her
eyes felt hot as flame, her rounded,
supple limbs were aching, her throat
was sore with long thirst and tbe sand
that she seemed to have swallowed till
no draft of water or wine would take
the scorched, dry pain out of it But
as she had given up her fete day In the
hospital, so she sat now—as patient In
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Beware of the dealer who tries to sell
“somethin! just as fiood ”
Stops t lie Cough anil Works otV
the Cold.
Laxative Bromo-Quinine Tablets
cure a cold in one day. No Cure, No
pay. Price 25 cents.
Only a Mask.
Many are not being benefitted by the
summer vacation as they should be
Now. notwithstanding much outdoor
life, they are little if any stronger than
they were. The tan on their faces is
darker and makes them look healthier,
but it is only a mask. They are still
nervous, easily tired, upset by trifles,
and they do not eat nor sleep well.
What they need is what tones the nerves
perfects digestion, creates appetite, and
makes sleep refreshing, and that is
Hood’s Sarsaparilla. Pupils and teach
ers generally will find the chief pur
pose of the vacation best subserved by
this great medicine which, as we know,
“builds up the whole system.”
Atlanta is the capital Of Geor
gia. K. K. K. Pills is the greatest
cure of all remedies in the world
for constipation and torpid livers.
Be cured now while you can. 25
cents a bottle.
Tutf s Pills
After eating, persons of a bilious habit
will derive great benefit by taking one
of these pills. If you have been
DRINKING TOO MUCH,
they will promptly relieve the nausea,
SICK HEADACHE —-
and nervousness'’which fdlfowsfrestore
the appetite and remove gloomy feel
ings. Elegantly sugar coated.
Take No Substitute.