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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 rro BX COKTIXTUOXI Pointed Paragraphs- There are times when loquacity tells nothing and silence tells much. The mar. with but a single ’dea always has an exaltwd opinion of himself. It is better to be beaten in trying to do right than it is to succeed in doing wrong. The tongue usually has more to do with honor than the conscience has. No man ever lived long enough to get square with this big round world. A man wants everything he oen get and a woman wants everything she can’t gfet. The value of a man’s advice de pends upon the success he has achieved in following it. Rock=2=Bye Baby Those are sweet words, but how much pain and suffering they used to mean, it’s different now. 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