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u;le v&S Tlflce as she was Impatient
srkew Hie vivaclous agility of her young
frame war longing for the frenzied de
of the dauee or the battle. Ev
iy ao and then, four or five times In
. h hour, afce gave him whom she tend
i>f .to*' -*oup or the wine that she kept
.writer?i rtor feirn over the en>bers. He
t *bO rtf without knowledge, sunk half
\ht favlasrgy. half tn sleep, but It kept
fbr ft ft' glowtng In him which, without
jjjjpi
She dropped down before the Are.
('t. might have perished of cold and ex
’oxf&Mm as the chill and northerly
of lie evening succeeded to the
■ heat of -the -day and pierced through
tke cinm walls of the tent It was
xcry bitter, .more keenly felt because
tbe previous burning of the sun.
TTben? wasno cloak or covering to fling
t*t*r him. She took off her blue cloth
statu n and threw It across his chest and,
aditvrrtng despite herself, curled closer
the little Are.
‘Ste fliQ not fcuow why she did It—he
f*a>3 nailing to her—and yet she kept
iSwwtif wide awake through the dark
.wasiinD night lest he should sigh and
wtxr and she not hear him.
"1 bare saved bis life twice,” she
flfereigbt, looking at him. “Beware of
tone third time, they say!”
lie .Tn*7vl restlessly, and she went to
bine- Site face was flushed now; his
Stneslc --came rapidly and shortly; there
■aras some fever on him. The linen was
from kls wounds. She dtp
**f It again ia water and laid the cool
srf bsjois on them. “Ah, bah! If I
were uot unsexed enough for this, how
would lt;be with you now?” she said In
fnelb. He tossed wearily to and
?Tns leached words caught her ear
as hr muttered them:
~l*>t It be; let It be! He is welcome!
.fiww .wxJrf T prove it at his cost? I
ctewi him. I could do that. It was
aw t attach”—
fthe listened with intent anxiety to
the other whispers ending the
wentemce, but they were stifled and
'Jbfflctaaa,
“T.lst*n!” she murmured below her
Ixneatb, "It is for some other he has
.vnlx*;? himself.”
■ffhe -could not catch the words that
'•dJcweii. They were In an unknown
•angnage to her, for she knew nothing
■tt ami they poured fast and
vial“s3n* from his lips as he moved in
•rwertah unrest; the wine had saved
Uw from exhaustion, inflaming his
•hthm bs his sleep. Now and then
•twmch phrases crosaed the English
•ae*. ffhe leaned down to seize their
■■caataff till her cheek was against his
Jtewbcad. tUI her lips touched his hair,
•*** at (teat half caresa her heart beat,
fxce fluabed, her mouth trembled
' nwJtls a .too vivid Joy, with an Impulse,
*aV fear and half longing, that had
.merer an '.moved her before.
*7V I bad my birthright,” he mur
mured In her own tongue—“lf I had It,
WNild she look so cold than? She might
iUma me—women used once. O God.
M ate bad not looked on me I had
Wwt known all I have lost!”
Cigarette started as if a knife had
.attbk***! her and sprang up from her
■mmt tieride b!m.
““She—She—always she!” she mutter
<md fiercely, while her face grew duski
ly scarlet In the fire glow of the tent,
mmi she went slowly away, back to the
4mw wood Are.
f ITfcl* Twas to be ever her reward.
Tier eyes glistened and flashed with
fiery, vengeful passions of her hot
and Jealous instincts, yet she did not
•eawe film.
She was too generous for that. “What
■is eight is right. He Is a soldier of
dPranee,” she muttered, while she kept
•her cfcgH. He did not waken from the
gpainful. delirious, stupefied slumber
tTixa.t bad fallen on him. He only
!Wgifry felt that he was suffering pain;
on ily vaguely dreamed of what he
rjunmamned—bis past and the beauty of
rtbe • Tromitn who had brought all the
rwooßeries of that past back to him.
.‘toad this was Cigarette’s reward—to
Uaear "Lilmmuttor wearily of the proud
uCjWjS'^aJXd. aft be lost smile of another!
The dawn cane at last Her con
mant cane and the skill with which she
\Sm£ ended and dressed his wounds bad
i Kang him infinite service. The fever
‘hart subsided, and toward morning his
.•nrrtfcrrcnt words ceased, his breathing
jwmm calmer and more tranquil. Q
adwp sleep that was profound,
sferesnadeas and refreshing.
Shm looked at him with a tempeftq-
, ous shadow darkening her face that
yet was soft with a tenderness that
she could not banish. She hated him.
She ought to have stabbed or shot him
rather than have tended him thus. He
neglected her and only theHght of the
woman of h!s old order. Asa daughter
of the people, as a child of the as
a soldier of Fsnnce, she ought to have
! killed him rather than have caressed
bis hair and soothed his pain.
Then gently, very gently, lest she
should waken bim, she took her tunic
skirt with which she had covered him
from the chills of the nlglrt, put mow
broken wood on the fading fire and
with a last lingering look at him where
he slept passed out from the tent as the
sun rose In a flushed and beautiful
dawn.
“He will never know,” she said to
herself as she passed through the dis
ordered camp and In a distant ijuart-er
colled herself amog the bay of a for
age wagon and, covered up In dry grass
like a bird in a nest, let her tired limbs
He and her actilng eyes close in repose.
She was very tired, and every now and
then as she slept a quick, sobbing
breath shook her ns she slumbered like
a wornout fawn that has been wound
ed while It played.
CHAPTER XIV.
Ifirjl'rH the reveille and the break
IyVJ of morning Cigarette woke,
fefigdj herself again. She gave a lit
tie petulant shake to her fairy
form when she thought of what folly
she had been guilty. “Ah, bah, you de
serve to be shot!” she sold to berself
afresh. “One would think you were a
silver pheasant, you grow snob a little
fool I”
Her first thought was to take care
that he should never loom what she
bad done for him. The Princess Coro
na would not have more utterly dis
dained to solioit regard through mak
ing a claim upon gratitude than the
fiery little warrior of France would
have done. She went straight to the
Trlnglo, who had known her at her
mission of mercy.
“Have a heed, Georges, never to
whisper that I had anythiag to do
with saving that man I called to you
about,” she said.
“And why, my little one?”
“Because I desire you,” said Ciga
rette, with her most Imperious empha
sis. “They say he Is English and a
ruined milord. Now, I would not have
an Englishman think I thought his
six feet of carcass worth saving for a
ransom.”
The Trlnglo chuckled. He was an
Angiophobist. “I understand. Thou
art very right, Cigarette. If we have
ever obliged an Englishman, he thinks
his obligation to us opens him a Deat
Uttle door through which to cheat us.
It Is very dangerous to oblige the Eng
lish. They always hate you for it
That Is their way.”
“He Is safe," thought Cigarette, and
she made her way toward the place
where she had left hfcn, to see how it
went with this man whom she was so
careful should never know that which
he bad owed to her. It went weM with
him, thank* to her. Care and strength
ening nourishment and the skill of her
attendance had warded off all danger
from his wound.
“How goes the day, M. Victor? So
you got sharp scratches, I hear? Ah,
that was a splendid thing we bad yes
terday! did you go down? We
charged together!” she cried gayly to
him. Then her voice dropped sudden
ly, with an Indescribable sweetness
and change of tone. “So you suffer
still?” she asked softly.
Coming close up to where he lay on
the straw, she saw the exhausted lan
guor of his regard, the heavy darkness
under his eyelids, the effort with which
his lips moved as the faint words came
broken through them.
“Not very much, my dear, I thank
you. I shall be fit for harness In a day
or two. Do not let them send me into
hospital. I shall be perfectly—well
soon.”
Cigarette swayed herself upon the
wheel and leaned toward him, touching
and changing his bandages with clever
hands.
“They have dressed your wound 111.
Whose doing Is that?”
“It Is nothing. I have been half cut
to pieces before now. This is a mere
bagatelle. It is only”—
“That it hurts you to breathe? I
know. Have they given you anything
to eat this morning?”
“No. Everything is In confusion.
We"—
She did not stay for the conclusion
of his sentence. She had darted off
quick as a swallow. Of the few hun
dreds that had been left after the ter
rific onslaught of the past day some
were employed far out thrusting their
own dead Into the soil; others were re
moving the tents and aH the equipage
of the camp; others were busied with
the wounded, of whom the greatest suf
ferers were to be borne to the nearest
hospital (that nearest many leagues
away over the wild and barren coun
try), while those who were likely to be
again soon ready for service were to lie
escorted to the headquarters of the
main army. Among the latter Cecil
had passionately entreated to be num
bered. His prayer was granted to the
mao who bad kept at the head jjt .his 1
: chasseurs and borne aloft the tricolor
| through the whole of the war tempest
I on which the dawn had risen and which
had barely lulled and sunk by the set
j ting of the sun. ©bateauroy was away
with the .other five of his squadrons,
and the zouave major, the only officer
of any rank who had come alive through
4be conflict, had himself visited Bertie
and given him warm words ef eulogy
and even of gratitude that had soldier
ly sincerity and cordiality In thfcrn.
“Your conduct was magnificent,” he
bad said, as he had turned away. “If
shall be my care that It Is duly re
ported and rewarded.”
Cigarette was but a few seconds
absent: sin; soon bounded back like
the swift little chamois she was, bring
ing with her a huge bowlful of red
wine with bread broken in it.
“This Is the best I could get,” she
sold; “It is better than nothing. It
will strengthen you.”
“What have you had yourself, little
one?"
“Ah, bah! Leave off thtaklog for
others; I breakfasted loag ago,” she
answered him. (She had only eaten a
biscuit well ntg-h as hard as a flint.)
“Take It—here, I will hold k for you.”
She perohed herself on the wheel
like a bird on a twig; she had a bird’s
power of alighting and sustainißg her
self on the most difficult and most
airy elevation; but Cecil turned his
eyes on the osly soldier in the cart
besides himself, one of the worst men
In his regiment—a murderous, sullen,
black browed, evil wretch, fitter for
the bench of the convict galley than
for the ranks of the oavalry.
“Give half to Zackrlst,” he said. “I
know no hunger, and he has more
seed of It."
“Zackrlst! That Is the man who stole
your lance and aoeoutermenks, and got
you Into trouble by taking them to
pawn in your name, a year or more
ago.”
“Well, what of that? He Is not the
less hungry.”
“What of that? Why, you were going
to be disgraced for the affair, because
you would not tell of him, if Yireflou
had not found out the rights of the
matter In time!”
“What has that to do with It?”
“This, M. Victor—that you are a
fool.”
“I dare say I am. But that does not
make Zackrist less hungry.”
He took the bowl from her hands,
and emptying a little of it into the
wooden cup that hung to her belt, kept
ttiat for himself, and. stretching his
arm across the straw, gave the bowl to
Zackrist, who had watched it with
the longing, ravenous eyes of a starv
ing wolf, and seized it with rabid
avidity,
A smile passed over Cecil’s face,
amused despite the pain he suffered.
“That Is one of my ‘sensational
tricks,’ as M. de Chateauroy calls
them. Poor Zackrist! Did you see hie
eyes ?”
Cigarette shrugged her shoulders In
silence; then, poising herself on the
wheel, she sprang from thence on to
the bock of her little mare which she
had brought up, having the reins in
one of her hands and the wine bowl in
the other, aad which was fresh and
bright after the night’s repose.
“I will ride with you, with my spa
his,” she said as a young quean might
have promised protection from her es
cort. He" thanked her and sank back
among the straw, exhausted and worn
out with pain and with languor. The
weight that seemed to oppress his chest
was almost as hard to bear as whan the
actual pressure of hia dead Charger’s
body had been on him.
Four other troopers were placed on
the straw*beside him, and the mule
carts, with their mournful loads, rolled
slowly out of camp eastward toward
the quarters of the main army. Gnats
and mosquitoes and all the winged
things of teie Africaa air tormented
them, and, tossing on the dry, hot
straw, they grew delirious, some fall
ing asleep and murmuring Incoherent
ly, others lying with wide open eyes of
half senseless, straining misery. Ciga
rette came to the side of the tempora
ry ambulance in which Cecil was plac
ed. He was asleep—sleeping for once
peacefully, with little trace of pain
upon hte features, as he had slept ths
previous night Blie saw tlt his face
and chest ba'd not been touched by the
stinging insect swarm. He was dou
bly screened by a shirt hung above him
dexterously on some bent sticks.
“Who has done that?” thought Ciga
rette. As she glanced round she saw
without any linen to cover Jiim Zac
krist had reared himself up and leaned
slightly forward over against his-com
rade. The shirt that protected Cecil
was his, and on his own bare shoul
ders and mighty chest the tiny armies
of the flies and gnats were fastened,
doing their will uninterrupted.
As he caught her glance a sudden
ruddy glow of shame shone through
the black, hard skin of his sunburned
visage—shame to which be had never
been touched when discovered in any
one of his guilty and barbarous actions.
“Ugh!” he growled savagely. “He
gave me his wine. One must do some
thing In return; not that 1 feel the in
sects—not I; my skin Is leather, see
you; they can’t get through it. but bis
is white and soft—bah—like tissue pa
per.”
“I see, Zackrist. You are right. A
French soldier can never take a kind
ness from an English fellow without
outrunning him in generosity. I,ook,
here Is some drink for you.”
She knew too well the strange na
ture with which she bad to deal to say
a syllable of praise to him for his self
devotion or to appear to see that, de
spite his boast of his leather skin, the
stings of the cruel winged trites were
drawing his blood and causing him
alike pain and irritation which, under
that son and added to the torment of
his gunshot wound, were a martyrdom
as great as the noblest saint ever en
dured.
v. And all through the march she gave
Zackrlst a double portion of her water
dashed with red wine, that was so wel
come aod so precious to the parched and
aching throats, and ail through the
Qa.vethe botbl to'zackrUt.
march Cecil lay asleep,' and the man
who had tbieved from him, the man
whose soui was stained with murder
and p 14l go and rapine, sat erect be
side him, letting tbs Insects suck his
vales and pierce his flesh.
It was ealy when they drew near the
camp of the main anj that Zackrlst
beat off the swarm and drew bis old
shirt over his head.
“You do not want to say anything to
him,” he mattered to Cigarette. “I
am of leatfier, you kaow; I have not
felt It"
Aod sbe dashed the spurs into her
mare and galloped off at the height of
her speed Into camp—a very city of
canvas, bussing with the bum of life,
regulated with the marvelous skill
and precision of French warfare, yet
with the carelessness and the plctur
esqueaess at the desert Ufe pervading
It
What she had done bad been told
long before by an onicely riding hard
In the early night to take the news of
the battle, and the whole host was on
wateh for Its darling, the savior of the
honor of Franoa. LWe ware rushing
on wave of some tempestuous ocean,
the man swept out to meet her In one
great‘surging tide of life, impetuous,
passionate, idolatrous, exultant, with
all the vivid ardor, all the uncontrolled
eraotioQ, of nature south born, sun nur
tured. As her soldiers had dene the
night before, so these did now—kissing
her hands, her dress, her feet, sending
her name In thunder through the sunlit
air, lifting her from off her horse and
bearing her In a score of stalwart arms
triumphant in their midst.
She was theirs—their own—the child
of the army, the little one whose voice
above their dying brethren had the
sweetness of an angel's song and whose
fedMp their hours of revelry flaw like
and daeteing fight of gold
winged orioles. And she had saved
the honor of their eagles; she bad given
to them and to France their god of vic
tory.
“It was nothing," she answered thorn
—“it was nothing. It was for France.”
For? France! They shouted back the
beloved word with tenfold joy, and the
grfcat sea of life beneath her tossed to
and fro In stormy triumph, In frantic
paradise of victory, rlngkig her name
with that of Franco upon the air In
thunder shouts like spears of steel
smiting on shields of bronze.
But she stretched her hand out and
swept It ba ok ward to the desert border
of the south with a gesture that had
awe for them.
“Hush!” she said softly, with an ac
cent In her voice that hushed the # riot
of their rejoicing homage-till it lulled
like the lull in a storm. “Give me no
honor while they sleep yonder. With
the dead lies the glory!”
CHAPTER XV.
SREE weeks after the buttle
if Zamlla Cigarette, in con
-erwttlon with Cecil, had been
coring England.
“We talk of Adbion—there Is one of
her sona,” she said suddenly. “I de
test your country; but, my faith, I
must confess she breeds uncommonly
handsome men.”
She wan a dilettante In handsome
men. She nodded her head now to
where, some yarda off, at another of
the campfires stood, with some officers
of the regiment, one of the tourists—a
very tail, very fair man, with a gal
lant bearing and a tawny beard that
glittered to gold In the light of th#
flames.
Cecil’s glance followed Cigarette’s.
With a cry he sprang to his feet and
stood entranced, gazing at the stran
ger. She saw the startled amaze, the
longing love, the agony of recognition,
la fils eyes. She saw the Impulse In
him to spring forward and the'shud
dering effort with which the impulse
was controlled. lie turned to her *>,i
most fiercely.
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AN INTERESTING TABLE-
Counties From Which the Georgia
Governors Came Shown.
Prof. Otis Ashmore, of Savan
nah, who is interested in south
Georgia getting the next governor
ship, has compiled the following
table, showing the counties from
which the governors have been
elected during the past xoo years:
Josiah Tattnall, Chatham rßoi
John Milledge, Richmond.... 1802
Jared Irwin. Washington.... 1806
David B. Mitchell, Chatham.. 1809
Peter Early, Wilkes 1813
David B. Mitchell, Chatham.. 1815
Wm. Rabun, Hancock 1817
Matthew Talbot,Oglethorpe. .1819
John Clarke, Wilkes 1819
George M. Troup, Laurens.. .1823
John Forsyth, Richmond 1827
George Gilmer, Oglethorpe... 1829
Wilson Lumpkin, Oglethorpe. ißjg
Wm. Schley, Richmond 1835
Geo. R. Gilmer, Oglethorpe... 1837
Chas. J. McDonald, Baldwin.. 1839
Geo. W. Crawford,Richmond. 1843
Geo. W. Towns, Talbot.. 1847
Howell Cobb, Clark 1851
Herschel V. Johnson Jefferso 11853
Joseph E. Brown, Cherokee... 1857
James Johnson, Muscogee 1863
Charles J. Jenkins, Richmondiß6s
Rufus B. Bullock,Richmond.. 1868
Benj. Conlej 7 ,Richmond 1871
James M. Smith, Muscogee.. 1872
Alfred H.Coh u'tt.DeKalb iß,|
Alex H; Stephens, Taliaferro. 1882
James S. Boynton,Spalding.. .1883
Henry D. McDaniel,Walton.. 1883
John B. Gordon,DeKalb 1889
Wm J. Northern,Hancock.. . 1890
W. Y. Atkinson,Coweta .... 1894
Allen D, Candler, Hall 1898
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lets when necessary and you will
never have that severe punishment
inflicted upon you. Price, 25 cts.
For sale by Hall and Greene.
CAttDT CATHARTIC -
Ms. Innlm
Gcmiinc (temped C. C. C. Never told in bulk.
Beware ot the dealer who trici to ell
“something juit as sood.”
Stops the i’ougli amt Work* off
tlie Cold.
Laxative Broino-tjuinine Tablets
cure a colil in one •lay. No Cure, No
pay. Price 25 centa.
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,
•nd 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.”
So Tired >
It may be from overwork, bat
the chaacee are tta from an la*
active LIVER—
With a well conducted LIVER
one can do mountains of labor
without fatigue.
It adds a hundred per cent to
ones earning capacity.
at can be kept In healthful act**
by, and only by
Tutt’s Pills
TAKE NO •VBtTITUTE.