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at Zara 11a? And liow? By scamper ing fast on my mare and asking for a squadron or two of my spalns: that was all. It was not I who saved the battle. Vfho was it? It was a.Chas seur d’Afrique, I tell you. V. hat did he do? Why, this: When his officers were all gone down, he rallied and gathered his handful of men and held the ground with them all through the day—two, four, six, eight, ten hours in the scorch of the sun. I tell you the cross is his and not mine. Take it back and give it where it is due.” The marshal listened, half amazed, half amused, half prepared to resent I and rugs, toasted a thousand times in | all brandies and red wines that the ! stores would yield, the little one reigu- i ed alone and, like many who have I reigned before her. found lead in her ! scepter, dross,in her diadem, satiety In i | her kingdom. 1 When it was over, this banquet that was all in her honor ant that three ! months before would have Seen a para dise to her, she shook herself free of | the scores of arms outstretched to keep 1 her captive and went out into the night | alone. She did not know what she . ! ailed, but she was restless, oppressed, | weighed down with a sense cf dissatis- ! ■ fied weariness that had never before ; i will and presence, surrounded by his CHAPTER XIX. 1 staff, by generals of division and bri- !jXE of the most*brilliant of Al- j -ale, by officers of rank and by some reriau autumnal days shone ! civilian riders. An aid galloped camo in the i U P ,0 1)( ’ r where slie stood with the Vis almost i corps of her spahis and gave her his at an end for the time. The Vrahs | orders. T!u> little one nodded careless^ were defeated and driven desertward. ; G touched Eto.le-h daute with the Hostilities irksome, harassing and an- i I )ncii 01 1,10 hpur ’ iioymg, like all guerrilla warfare, would long continue, but peace was virtually established, and Zaraila bad been the chief glory that had been added by the campaign to the flag of imperial France. The whole of the army of the south was drawn up on the immense level of the plateau to witness the presentation of the cross of the Legion of Honor to Cigarette. It was full noon. The sun shone without a single cloud on the deep, sparkling azure of the skies. The troops stretched east and west, north and south, formed up in three sides of one vast massive square. The battal ions of zouaves and of Zephyrs, the brigade of Chasseurs d'Al'rique, the squadrons of spahis, the regiments of tirailleurs and 'furcos, the batteries of flying artillery, were all massed there, reassembled from the various camps and stations of the southern provinces to do honor to the day, to do honor in especial to one by whom the glory of the tricolor had been saved unstained. Mounted on her own little bright bay. Etoile-Filantg. with tricolor ribbons flying from his bridle and among tin glossy fringes of his mane, the little one rode among her spahis. A scarlet cap was on her thick, silken curls, a tricolor sash was knotted round her waist, her wine barrel was slung on her left hip, her pistols thrust in her belt and a iight carbine held in her hand, with the butt end resting on her foot. With the sun on her childlike, brunette face, her eyes flashing like brown diamonds in the light and her marvelous horsemanship, showing its skill in a hundred desinvoltures and daring tricks, the little Friend of the Flag had come hither among her half savage warriors, whose red robes sur rounded her like a sea of blood. They loved her, these brutes, whose greed was like the tiger’s, whose hate was like the devouring flame, and any who should have harmed a single lock of her curling hair would have had the spears of the African Mussulmans bur ied by the score in his body. Today she was to her wild wolves of Africa what Jeanne of Vancouleurs was to her brethren of France, and today was the crown of her young life. France had heard the story of Zaraila. From the throne a message had been passed to her. What was far beyond all else to her, her own army of Africa had crowned her and thanked her and adored her as with one voice, and wherever she passed the wild cheers rang through the roar of musketry as through the silence of sunny air, and throughout the regiments every sword would have sprung from its scabbard in her defense had she but lifted her hand and said one word—“Zaraila! There was not one in all those hosts whose eyes did not turn on her- with gratitude and reverence and delight in her as their nvn. Not one, except where her own keen, rapid glance, farseeing as the hawk’s, lighted on the squadrons of the Chas seurs d’Afrique and found among their ranks one face, grave, weary, medita tive, with a haze that seemed looking far away from the glittering scene to a grave that lay unseen leagues beyond the rocky ridge. A whole army was thinking of her and of her alone, and there was a void in her heart, a thorn in her crown, be cause one among that mighty mass- one only—gave her presence little heed, but thought rather of a lonely tomb among the desolation of the plains. The trumpets sounded; the salvos of artillery pealed out; the lances and the swords were carried up in salute. On to the ground rode the marshal of Frauee, who represented the imnerinl Like lightning the animal bouuJecl forth from the ranks, rearing am. plunging and swerving from side to ide, while her rider, with exquisite gr .•e and address, kept her seat like the little semi-Arab that she was. As carelessly as though she reined up before the cafe door of the As du Pique she arrested her horse before tlx great marshal, who was the imperson ation cf authority, and put her hand up iii the salute, with her saucy wayward laugh as indifferently as she had many a time reined up before a knot of grim Tureos smoking under a barrack gate. He was nothing to her. It was her army that crowned her. “The gen eralissimo is the poppy head; the men ure the wheat. Lay every ear of the wheat low, and of what use is the tow ering poppy that blazed so grand in the sun?” Cigarette would say, with metaphorical unction, forgetful, like most allegories, that her fable was one sided and unjust in figure and deduc tion. Nevertheless, despite her gay con tempt for rank, her heart beat fast un der its gold laced jacket as she reined up Etoile and saluted. For the mo ment she felt giddy with sweet, fiery joy. They were here to behold her thanked In the name of France. The marshal, in advance of all his staff, doffed his plumed hat and bow ed to his saddlebow as he faced her. He knew her well by sight, this pretty child of his army of Africa, who had before then suppressed mutiny like a veteran and led the charge like a Mu rat, this kitten with a lion’s heart, this humming bird with an eagle’s swoop. “Mademoiselle,” he commenced, while his voice, well skilled to such work, echoed to the farthest end of the long lines of troops, “I have the honor to discharge today the happiest duty of my life. In conveying to you the ex pression of the emperor’s approval of your uoble conduct in the present cam paign I express the sentiments cf the whole army. Your action on the day of Zaraila was as brilliant in concep tion as it was great in execution, and the courage you displayed was only equaled by your patriotism. May the soldiers of many wars remember you and emulate you. In the name of France, I thank you. In the name of the emperor, I bring to you the cross of the Legion of Honor.” As the brief and soldierly words roll ed down the ranks of the listening i - eg- irnents he stooped forward from his saddle and fastened the red ribbon on her breast, while from the whole gatli- the insult to the empire and to disci pline, half disposed to award that sub- | touched the joyous and elastic nataro mission to her caprice which ail Alge- cf the child of France, ria gave to Cigarette. | “How they live only for the slang!'. “Mademoiselle,” he said, with a grave : ter! How they perish like the beasts smile, “the honors cf the empire are | 0 f the field: There is only one thing not to be treated thus. But who is this j worth doing—to die greatly!” thought man for whom you claim so much?” j tLe aching heart or the child soldier “Who is he?” echoed Cigarette, with 1 unconsciously returning to the only end all her fiery disdain for authority ablaze fchat the genius and the greatness of »,nce more like brandy in a flame.—“Oh- j Greece could find as issue to the terri- iie! Napoleon Premier would net have ; b!e jest, the mysterious despair, of all left his marshals to ask that! He Is existence, the finest soldier in Africa, if it he possible for one to be finer than anoth er where ail are so great. They know that. They pick him out for all the dangerous missions. But the Black Hawk hates him, and so France never hears the truth of all that he does. All I kuow is he calls himself here Louis Victor.” “Ah, I have heard much of him. A fine soldier, but”— “A fine soldier without a ‘but,’ ” in terrupted Cigarette, with rebellious in difference to the rank of the great man CHAPTER XX. |OME way distant, parted by a broad strip of unoccupied ground from the camp, were the grand marquees set aside for the marshal, and for his guests. They were 12 in number, gayly deco rated as far as decoration could be ob tained in the southern provinces of Al geria and had, Arabliko, in front cf each the standard of the tricolor. Be- i fore one were two other standards she corrected, “unless you add, ‘hut a i so —the flags of England and Spain. woman fS LIKE A DELICATE CV,US!SAL IttSTRUMEKT In good condition she is sweet and lovable, and sings life's song on a joyful harmonious string. Out of order or unstrung, there is discordance and unhappiness. Just as there is one key note to all music so there is one key note to health. 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A free illustrated book will be sent to all who write to The bradfield REGULATOR CO. Atlanta, Ga. Gallon ua when in the dty. She reined np Etoile and saluted. ered mass, watching, hearing, waiting breathlessly to give their tribute of applause to their darling also, a great shout rose. And as she heard her face became very pale, her large eyes grew dim and very soft, her mirthful mouth trembled with the pain of a too intense joy. She lifted her head, and all the unutterable love she bore her country and her peo ple thrilled through the music of her voice: “Frenchmen, that was nothing!” That was all she safd. In that one first word of their common nationality she spoke alike to the marshal of the empire and to the conscript of the ranks. Then she laid her hand on the cross that had been tlie dream of her years since she had first seen the brazen glisten of the eagles above her wondering eyes of infancy and loosen ed it from above her heart and stretch ed her hand out to the great chief. “M. le Mnrechal, this is not for me.” “Not for you! The emperor bestows it”— Cigarette saluted with her left hand, still stretching to him the decoration with the other. “It is not for mo—not while I wear it unjustly.” “Unjustly! Wbat is your meaning? My child, you talk strangely. 1'lie gifts of the empire are not given lightly.” “No. and they shall not he given un fairly. Hark you! The emperor sends me this cross. France thanks mo. The army applauds me. Well. I thank them, one and all. Cigarette was nev er yet ungrateful. It is the sin cf the coward. But I say I will not take what is unjustly mine, and this prefer ence to me is unjust. I saved the dav P T. Tnou as, SuinierviUe. 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She saw a face which, though seen but once bp- fore, she knew instantly again—the face of “miladi.” And she saw it change color and lose its beautiful hue and grow grave and troubled as the last words passed between herself and the French marshal. “Ah, can she feel?” wondered Ciga rette. who with a common error of such vehement young democrats as herself always thought that hearts nev er ached in the patrician order am! thought so still when she saw the list less, proud tranquillity return, not again to bo altered, over the perfect features that she watched with so much violent instinctive hate. She scarcely heard the marshal’s voice as it addressed her with a kindly indulgence as to a valued soldier and a spoiled pet in one. “Have no fear, little one. Victor’s claims are not forgotten, though we may await our own time to investigate and reward them. No cue ever served the empire and remained unrewarded. For yourself, wear your cross proudly. It glitters above not only the bravest but the most generous heart in the service.” She saluted once again and paced down the ranks of the assembled divi sions, while every lance was carried, every sword lifted, every bayonet pre sented as she went, greeted as though she were an empress for that cross which glittered on her heart, for that courage wherewith she had saved the tricolor. The eyes of Vcnetia Corona followed her with something cf ineffable pity. ‘Toor little unsexed child!” she thought. “How pretty and how brave she is and—how true to him!” The Seraph beside her in the group around the flagstaff smiled and turned to her. “I said that little amazon was in love with tills fellow Victor. How loyally she stood up for him! But if he ever forsake her she will be-quite as likely to run her dirk through him.” “Forsake her! What is he to her?” There was a certain impatience in the tone and something of contemptu ous disbelief that made her brother look at. her in wonder. “What on earth can the lores of a camp concern her?” he thought ns he answered. “Nothing that I know of. But this charming little tigress is very fond of him. By the way, can you point the man out to me? I am curious to see him.” “Impossible. There are 10,000 faces, and the cavalry squadrons are so far off.” She spoke with indifference, but she grew a little pale as she did so, and the eyes that had always met his so frankly, so proudly, were turned from him. Cecil did not hear the gallant words spoken in his behalf by the loyal lips that he had not cared to caress. As Cigarette passed down the ranks, indeed, he saw and smiled on his little champion, hut the smile had only a weary’ kindness of recognition in it, and it wounded Cigarette more than though he had struck her through the breast with his lance. Vcnetia gave a low. quick breath of mingled pain and relief as the last of the chasseurs paced by. The Seraph started and turned his head. “My darling, are you not well?” “Perfectly.” “You do not look so, and you forgot to point me out this special trooper. I forgot him too.” “He goes there — the tenth from here.” Her brother looked. It was too late. “He is taller than the others. That is all I can see, now that his back is turn ed. I will seek him out when”— “Do no such thing.” “And why? It was by your own re quest that I inquired”— “Think me changeable, as you will. Do nothing to seek him, to inquire for him”— “But why? A man who at Zaraila”— “Never mind. Do not let it be said you noticed a Chasseur d’Afrique at my instance.” Meantime in another part of the camp the heroine of Zaraila was feasted,; not less distinctively, if more noisily and more familiarly, by the young offi cers of the various regiments. Ciga rette, many a time before the reigning spirit of suppers and carouses, was' banqueted with all the eclat that befit ted that cross which sparkled on her blue and scarlet vest. High throned on a pyramid of knansacks. canteens' itch on nnman cured In SO minutes bv Woolford’s Sanitary Lotion, This never fails Sold by H. B.McSlaster, Druggist. Advertising rates on application. Cigarette, looking on from afar, saw the alien colors wave in the torchlight flickering on them. “That is hers,” thought the little one, with the mourn ful and noble emotions of the previous moments swiftly changing into the vio lent, reasonless, tumultuous hatred at once of a rival and of an order. She had it in her, eouid she have had the power, to mercilessly and brutally destroy this woman’s beauty, which was so far above her reach, as she had once destroyed the ivory wreath; yet, as that of the snow white carving had done, so did this fair and regal beauty touch her, even in the midst of her fu ry, with a certain reverent awe, with a dim sense of something her own life had missed. She longed to do as some girl of whom she had once been told by an old invaiide had done in the 1780—a girl of the people, a fisher girl, who had loved one above her rank, a noble, who deserted her for a woman of his own order, a beautiful, soft skin ned, lilylike, scornful aristocrat, with the silver ring of merciless laughter and the languid luster of sweet con temptuous eyes. She held her peace, and the Terror came, and the streets of the city by the sea ran blood. Then she had her vengeance. She stood and saw the ax fall down on the proud snow white neck that never had bent till it bent tliere. and sbe drew the severed head into her own bronzed hands and smote the lips his lips had kissed a cruel blow that blurred their beauty out and twined a fishhook in the long and glistening hair and drew it. laughing as she went, through dust and mire and gore and over the rough stones of the town and through the shouting crowds of the multitudes and tossed it out on to tiie sea. That horrible story came to the memory of Cigarette now as it had been told her by the old soldier who in his boyhood had seen the entry of the Marseillaise to Paris. She knew what the woman of the people had felt when she had bruised and mocked and thrown out to the devouring waters that fair and fallen head. “I could do it—1 could do it,” she thought, with the savage instinct of her many sided nature dominant, leav ing uppermost only its ferocity, the same ferocity as had moved the south ern woman to wreak her hatred on the senseless head of her rival. -Now she acted on her impulse—her impulse of open scorn of rank, of reckless vindica tion of her right to do just whatsoever pleasured her, and she went boldly for ward and dashed aside with no gentle hand the folds that hung before the entrance of the tent. Tiie action startled the occupants of the tent and made them both look up.» They were Vcnetia Corona and a Le vantine woman, who was her favorite and most devoted attendant and had been about her from her birth. Vene- tia hesitated a. moment in astonish ed wonder; then, with the grace and the courtesy of her race, rose and ap proached the entrance of her tent, in which that figure, half a soldier, half a child, was standing with the fitful reddened light behind. She recognized whose it was. “Is it you, little one?” she said kind ly. “Come within. Do not be afraid”— She spoke with the gentle considera tion of a great lady to one whom she admired for her heroism, compassionat ed for her position and thought nat urally in need of such encouragement. The one word unloosed tiie spell which had kept Cigarette speechless. Tiie one word was an insult beyond endur ance, that lashed all the worst spirit in her into flame. “Fear!” she cried, with a camp oath. “Fear! You think I fear you. the dar ling of the army, who saved the squad ron at Zaraila. who has seen a thou sand days of bloodshed, who has killed as many men with her own hand as any lancer amoug them all? Fear you. you hothouse flower, you paradise bird, you silver pheasant, who never did aught hut spread your dainty colors in the sun and never earned so much as the right to eat a piece of black bread, if you had your deserts! Fear you—1! Why, do you not know that I could kill you where you s.tand as easily as I could wring the neck of any one of those gold winged orioles that flew above your head today and who have more right to live than you, for they do at least labor in their own fashion for their food and their drink and their dwelling? Do yon think 1 would check for a moment at dealing you death, you beautiful, useless, honeyed, poi- tened. painted exotic, who has every wind tempered to you and think the world only made to bear the fall of your foot?” The fury of the words was poured out without pause, and she darted with one swift bound to the side of the rival she loathed, with the pistol half out of her belt. 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Venetla Corona never moved, never gave a sign of the amazement that awoke in her, but she nut her hand out and clasped the barrel of the weapon, while her eyes looked down into the flashing, looming, ferocious ones that menaced her with calm, contemptuous rebuke, in which something of infinite pity was mingled. “Child, are you mad?” sho said grave ly. “Brave natures do not stoop to as sassination, which you seem to deify. If you have any reason to feel evil against me, tell me what it is. I al ways repay a wrong if I can. But as for those threats, they are most absurd if you do not mean them; they are most wicked if you do.” The tranquil, unmoved, serious words stilled the vehement passion she re buked with a strange and irresistible power. Under her gaze the savage lust in Cigarette's eyes died out, and their lids drooped over them. The dusky scarlet color faded from her cheeks. For the first time in her life she felt humiliated, vanquished, awed. If this “aristocrat” had shown one sign of fear, one trace of apprehension, all her violent and reckless hatred would have reigned on and, it might have been, have rushed from threat to execution. She let the pistol pass into Venetia’s grasp and stood Irresolute and asham ed. her fluent tongue stricken dumb, her intent to wound and sting and out rage with every vile coarse jest she knew rendered impossible to execute. The purity and dignity of her oppo nent’s presence had their irresistible influence, an influence too strong for even her debonair and dangerous inso lence. She hated herself In that mo ment more than she hated her rival. Venetia laid the loaded pistol down, away from both, and seated herself in the cushions from which she had risen Then she looked once more long and quietly at her unknown antagonist. “Well?” she said at length. “Why do you venture to come here? And why do you feel this malignity toward a stranger who never saw you until this morning?” Under the challenge tiie fiery spirit of Cigarette rallied, though a rare and galling sense of intense inferiority, of intense mortification, was upon her. though she would almost have given the cross which was on her breast that she had never come into this woman’s sight. "Oh-he!” she answered recklessly, with the red blood flushing her face again at the only evasion of truth cf which the little desperado, with all her sins, had ever been guilty. “1 hate you. miladi, because of your order, be cause of your fine, dainty ways, lie- cause of your aristocrat’s insolence, be cause you treat my soldiers like pau pers, because you are one of those who do no more to bars the right to live than the purple butterfly that flies in tiie sun and who oust the people out cf their dues as the cuckoo kicks the poor birds that have reared it out of tiie nest of down to which it never has carried a twig or a moss!” Her listener heard with a slight smile of amusement and of surprise that bitterly discomfited the speaker. “I do not wish to discuss democracy with you.” she answered, with a tone that sounded strangely tranquil to Cig arette after the scathing acrimony of her own. “1 should probably convince you as little as you would convince me, and I never waste words. But 1 heard you today claim a certain virtue—jus tice. How do you reconcile with that your very hasty condemnation of a stranger of whose motives, actions and modes of life it is impossible you can have any accurate knowledge? I am sure that the heroine of Zaraila lias something nobler in her than mere ma lignity against a person who can never have injured her, and I would endure her insolence for the sake of awaken ing her justice. A virtue that was so great in her at noon cannot be utterly dead at nightfall.” Cigarette’s fearless eyes drooped un der the gaze of those bent so search- ingly, yet so gently, upon her, but only for a moment. She raised them afresh, with their old. dauntless frankness. [TO BE CONTINUED.] 0 m m m m <■> if 0, wMom rnwmrn Distillers of PURE CORN Whiskies. Guaranteed qiuiUfv and proof, pcnJa! $1 50. fines : nd liter. JUG TRADE OF BURKE Solicited. 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