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“Ah. you shall never say you
justice and trull) from a French sol
dier and failed to get them! 1 hate
anted keep his identity unsuspected by every
"Child, are you mad?”
you. Never mind why. I do, though
you never harmed me. I came here
for two reasons—one because I wanted
to look at you close: you were not like
anything I ever saw; the other, be
cause 1 wanted to wound you, to hurt
you, to outrage you, if I could find a
way now. And you will not let me do
it. 1 do not know what is in you.”
The inborn truth within her, the na
tive generosity and candor that soon
or late overruled every other element
in the little one, conquered her now.
She dashed down her cross on the
ground and trod passionately on the
decoration she adored.
■ I disgrace it the first day I wear it!
iYou are right, though I hate you, and
you are as beautiful as a sorceress!
There is no wonder he loves you!”
“He! Who?”
“The man who carves the toys you
give your dog to break! All, how he
loves you! When lie was down with
bis wounds after Zaraila, he said so.
But he never knew what he said, and
he never knew that 1 heard him. You
are like the women of his old world.
Though through you he got treated
like a dog, he loves you! And you
think it insult, I will warrant—insult
for a soldier who has nothing but his
courage and his endurance and his her
oism under suffering to ennoble him
to dare to love Mine, la Princess Coro
na! I think otherwise. I think that
Mme. la Princess Corona never had a
love of so much honor, though she has
had princes and nobles and all the men
of her rank no doubt at her feet,
through that beauty that is like a
spell!”
“You speak wildly and at random,
like the child you are,” the grande dame
answered her with chill, contemptuous
rebuke. “I do not imagine that the
person you allude to made you his
confidant in such a matter.”
“He?” retorted Cigarette. “Fie be
longs to your class, miladi. He is as
silent as the grave. You might kill
him, and he would never show it hurt.
I only know what he muttered in his
fever.”
“When you attended him?”
“Not I!” cried Cigarette, who saw for
the first time that she was betraying
herself. “He lay in the scullion’s tent
where I was, that was all, and lie was*
delirious with the shot wounds. Men
are often”—
“Wait. Hear me a little while be
fore you rush on in this headlong and
foolish speech,” interrupted her au
ditor. “You err in the construction
you have placed on the words, what
ever they were, which you heard. The
gentleman—he is a gentleman—whom
you speak of bears me no love. We
are almost strangers. But by a strange
chain of circumstances lie is connected
with my family. He once had a great
friendship with my brother. For rea
sons that 1 do not know, but which are
imperative with him, he desires to
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one. An accident alone revealed it to
me. and I have promised him not to
divulge it. You understand?”
Cigarette gave an affirmative ges
ture. Her eyes wore fastened sudden
ly. yet with a deep, bright glow in
them, upon her companion. She was
beginning to see her way through his
se .. r(> t_a secret she was too intrinsical
ly loyal even now to dream of betray
ing.
“Then you will cease to feel hatred
toward me for so senseless a reason as
that I belong to the aristocracy that
offends you. and you will remain silent
on what 1 tell you concerning the one
whom you know as Louis' Victor?”
Cigarette nodded assent. Tlie-s’j'Jen
fire glow still burned in her eyes, but
she succumbed to the resistless intln-
eiic-e which the serenity, the patience
and the dignity of this woman had over
her.
“lie is of your order, then?” she ask
ed abruptly.
“Ho was, yes.”
,r Oh. lie was!” cried Cigarette, with
her cold irony. “Then he must be al
ways. mustn’t lie? You think too much
of your blue blood, you patricians, to
fancy it can lose its royalty, whether it
run under a king’s purple or a Corpo
ral’s canvas shirt. Blood tells, they say.
Do you want me to tell you why he
lives among us, buried like this.'
“Not if you violate any confidence to
do so.”
“No, he makes no confidence, I prom
ise you. Not ten words will meusei-
gneur say if he can help it about any
thing. He is as silent as a lama. But
we learn things without being told iu
camp, and I know well enough he is
here to save some one else, in some one
else’s place. It is a sacrifice, look you.
that nails him down to this martyrdom.
Look you, miladi,” said Cigarette half
sullenly, half passionately, for the
words were wrenched out of her gen
erosity and choked her in their utter
ance, “that man suffers. His life here
is a hell upon earth. 1 don't mean for
the danger, but for the indignity, the
subordination, the license, the brutal
ity, the tyranny. lie is as if he were
chained to the galleys. He never says
anything, oh, no! He is of your kind,
you know! But he suffers. Now, if
you be his friend, can you do nothing
for him? Can you ransom him in no
way? Can you go away out of Africa
and leave him in this living death to
get killed and thrust into the sand, like
his comrade the other day?”
“I could not abandon one who was
once the friend of my family to such a
fate as you picture without very great
pain. But 1 do not see how to alter
this fate, as you think I could do with
so much ease. I am not iu its secret.
I do uot know the reason of its seem
ing suicide. This gentleman has chosen
his own path. It is not for me to
change his choice or spy into his mo
tives. Meantime there is one pressing
danger of which you must be my me
dium to warn him. He and my bioth
er must uot meet. Tell him that the
latter, knowing him only as Louis Vic-
toflind interested in the incidents of
his military career, will seek him out
early tomorrow morning before we quit
the camp. 1 must leave it to him to
avoid the meeting as best he may ne
able.”
Cigarette smilc-d grimly.
“You do not know much of the camp.
Victor is only a bas-officier. If his of
ficers call him up. he must come or be
thrashed like a slave for contumacy.
He lias no will of his own.”
Venetia gave an irrepressible gesture
of pain.
“True; 1 forgot. Well, go and send
him to me. My brother must be taken
into his confidence whatever that con
fidence reveals. I will tell him so. Go
and send him to me. It is the last
chance. Go and say this to him. You
are his loyal little friend and com
rade.”
“If I be, I do not see why I am to
turn your lackey, madame!” said Ciga
rette bitterly. “If you want him, you
can send for him by other messengers!”
Venetia Corona looked at her stead
fastly, with a certain contempt in the
look.
“Then your pleading for him was all
insincere? Let the matter drop, and
he good enough to leave my presence,
which, you will remember, you entered
unsummoned and undesired.”
The undeviating gentleness of the
tone made the rebuke cut deeper, as
her first rebuke had cut, than any
sterner censure or more peremptory
dismissal could have done. Cigarette
stood irresolute, ashamed, filled with
rage, torn by contrition, impatient,
wounded, swayed by jealous rage and
by the purer impulses she strove to
stifle.
The cross she had tossed down
caught her sight as it glittered on the
carpet strewn over the hard earth.
She stooped and raised it. The action
luic , one would not disgrace that.
“I Nvili go.” she muttered iu life?
throat. “And you—you— O God. no
wonder men love you when even I can
not hate you!”
Venetia Corona gazed after the swift
ly flying figure as it passed over the
starlit ground lost in amazement, in
“pity and in regret.
“A little tigress.” she thought, “and
yet with infinite nobility, with wonder
ful germs of good in her. IIow she
loves him! And she is so brave she
will not shew it.”
With the recollection came the re
membrance of Cigarette’s words as to
his own passion for herself, and she
grew paler as it did so. “God forbid
he should have that pain, too!” she
murmured. "What could it be save
misery for us both?”
Yet she did not thrust the fancy
from her with contemptuous noncha
lance as she had done every other of
the many passions she had excited and
disdained. It lrad a great sadness and
a great terror for her. She dreaded it
unspeakably for him; aiso, perhaps
unconsciously, she dreaded it slightly
for herself. She wished now that she
had not sent for him.
CHAPTER XXL
jMiD the mirth, the noise,
the festivity, which reigned
throughout the camp as the
men surrendered themselves
to the enjoyment of the largesses of
food and of wine allotted to them by
their marshal’s, command iu commemo
ration of Zaraila one alone remained
apart, silent and powerless to rouse
himself even to the forced semblance,
the forced endurance, of their mischief
and their pleasure. He sat motionless,
sunk in thought, with his head drooped
upon liis breast. The voice of Ciga
rette broke on liis musing:
“Good sir, you are wauted yonder.”
He rose on the old instinct of obedi
ence.
“For what?”
“By your silver pheasant yonder.
Go!”
“Who? I do not”—
“Can you not understand? Miladi
wants to see you. I told her I would
send you to her. You know the great
lent where she is throned in honor.
Morblcu, as if the oldest and ugliest
hag that, washes out my soldiers’ linen
were uot of more use and more de
served such lodgmeu; than Mme. la
Princesse, who has never done aught
in her life, not even brushed out her
own hair of gold! She waits for you.
Where are your palace manners? Go
to her, I tell you. She Is of your own
people. We are not!"
The vehement, imperious phrases
coursed in disorder one. after another,
rapid and harsh and vibrating with a
hundred repressed emotions. He paus
ed one moment, doubting whether she
did uot play some trick upon him;
then, without a word, left her and went
rapidly through the evening shadows.
“And 1 have sent him to her when
I should have fired my pistol into her
breast!” she thought as she sat by the
dying embers. "And she remembered
once more the story of the Marseilles
fisher woman. She understood that
terrible vengeance under the hot south
ern sun beside the ruthless southern
seas.
Meanwhile he, who so little knew or
heeded how he occupied her heart,
passed unnoticed through the move
ments of the military crowds, crossed
the breadth that parted the encamp
ment from the marquees of the gener
als and their guests, gave the counter
sign and approached, nnarrested and so
far unseen save by the sentinels, the
tents of the Corona suit.
He boweu low before the princess,
preserving that distant ceremonial dur
from the rank ha ostensibly held t<
hers.
“Madame, this is very merciful. I
know not how to thank you.”
She motioned to him to take a seat
near to her, while the Levantine, who
knew nothing of the English tongue,
retired to the farther end of the tent.
“I only kept my word.” she answer
ed, “for we leave the camp tomorrow:
Africa next week.”
“So soon?”
She saw the blood forsake the bronz
ed fairness of liis face and leave a
dusky pallor there. It wounded her as
if she suffered herself. For the first
time she believed what the little one
had said—that this man loved her.
“I sent for you.” she continued liur
riedly. “There are many things 1 dc
sire to say to you. I must entreat you
to allow me to tell Philip what I know
You cannot conceive how intensely op
pressive it becomes to me to have auj
secret from him. I never concealed sc
much as a thought from my brother in
all my life, and to evade even a mute
question from liis brave, frank eyes
makes me feel a traitress to him.”
“Anything else,” he muttered. “Ask
me anything else. For God's sake, do
not let him dream that I live!”
“But why? Y'ou still speak to me in
enigmas. Tomorrow, moreover, before
we leave, he intends to seek you out
as what he thinks you—a soldier of
France. He is interested by all be
hears of your career, lie was first in
terested by what I told him of you
when he saw the ivory carvings at my
villa, I asked the little vivandiere to
tell you this, but, on second thoughts,
it seemed best to see you myself once
more, as I had promised. That French
child forced her entrance here in a
strange fashion. She wished to see
me, I suppose, and to try my courage
too. She is a little brigand, but has a
true and generous nature, and she
loves you very loyally.”
“Cigarette?” he asked wearily. “Oh.
no! I trust not! I have done nothing
to win her love, and she is a fierce lit
tle creature who disdains all such
weakness. She forced her way in
here? That was unpardonable, but
she seems to bear a singular dislike to
you.”
“Singular, indeed! I never saw her
until today.”
He answered nothing. The convic
tion stole on him that Cigarette hated
her because he loved her.
“And yet she brought you iny mes
sage?” pursued liis companion. “That
seems her nature—violent passions, yet
thorough loyalty. But time is pre
cious. I must urge on you what I
bade you come to hear. It is to im
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1 you live: lot him decide whether or not
this sacrifice of yourself be needed.
His honor is as punctilious as that of
1 any man on earth. His friendship
i you can never doubt. Why conceal
: anything from him?”
His eyes turned on licr with that
dumb agony which once before bad
chilled her to the soul.
“Do you think, if I could speak in
honor, I should not tell you all?”
! A flush passed over her face, the first
| that the gaze of any man had ever
brought there. She understood him.
“But,” she said gently and hurried
ly. -“may it uot bo that you overrate the
obligations of honor? I. know that
many a noble hearted man lias inex
orably condemned himself to a severi-
j ty of rule that a dispassionate judge
of liis life might deem very exaggerat-
| ed, very unnecessary.”
Her voice failed slightly over the
| last words. She could not think uith
I calmness of the destiny that he ae-
| cepted. Involuntarily some prescience
! of pain that would forever pursue licr
own life unless his were rescued lent
an intense earnestness, almost en
treaty, to her argument.
He started from her side as lie heard
and paced to and fro the narrow limits
of the tent like a caged animal. For
the first time it grew a belief to him
in liis thoughts that were he free, were
he owner of his heritage, he could
rouse her heart from its long repose
and make her love him.
“Hear me,” she said softly. “I do
not bid you decide. I only bid you con
fide in Philip. You are guiltless of this
charge under which 5-011 left England.
You endure i Wat her than do what you
deem dislionvWble to clear yourself.
That is noble;^nat is great. But it is
possible, as I sr^that 5-011 may exag
gerate the abnegation required of you.
Whoever was the criminal should suf
fer. Yours is magnificent magnanimi
ty, but it ma5 r surely be also false
justice alike to yourself and the
world.”
He turned on her almost fiercely in
the suffering she dealt him.
“It is! It was a madness, a quixot
ism, the wild, unconsidered act of a
Tool! What you will! But it is done.
It was done forever—so long ago—
when 5-our young e5 T es looked on me in
the pity of your innocent childhood. 1
cannot redeem its folly now by adding
to its baseness; I cannot change the
choice of a madman by repenting of it
with a coward's caprice. Ah. God!
Yoq do not know what you do—how
you tempt! Answer me! Choose for
rue!” lie said vehemently. “Be my law
and be my God!”
She gave a gesture almost of fear.
“Hush, hush! The woman does not
live who should be that to any. man.”
“You shall be it to me. Choose for
me!”
“I cannot! 1’ou leave so much in
darkness and untold”—
“Nothing that 5*ou need know to de
cide your choice for me save one thing
only—that I love 5-ou.”
She shuddered.
“This is madness! What have you
seen of me?”
“Enough to love you while my life
shall last and love no other woman.
Ah, I was but an African trooper in
your sight, but in my own I was your
equal. No famine, no humiliation, no
obloquy, no loss I have known, ever
drove me so cruelly to buy back my
happiness with the price of dishonor
as this one desire to stand iu my right
ful place before men and be free to
strive with you for what they have not
won!”
“You give hie great pain, great sur
prise,” she murmured. “All I can trust
Is that your love is of such sudden
birth that it will die as rapidly”—
He interrupted her.
“You mean that under no circum
stances—uot even were I to-possess my
inheritance—could you give me any
hope that I might wake your tender
ness?”
She looked at him full in the eyes
with the old, fearless, haughty instinct
of refusal to all such entreaty which
had made her so indifferent—and many
said so pitiless—to all. At his gaze,
however, her own changed and soften
ed, grew shadowed and, then wandered
from him.
“I do not say that. I cannot tell”—
The words were very low. She was
too truthful to eoneeal from him what
half dawned on herself, the possibility
that, more in liis presence and under
different circumstances, she might feel
her heart to go to him with a warmer
and a softer impulse than that of
friendship. The heroism of his life
had moved her greath\
His head dropped upon his arms.
“O God! It is possible at least! I
am blind—mad. Make my choice for
me! I know not wliat I do.”
The tears that had gathered iu her
eyes fell slowly down over her color
less cheeks. She looked at him with a
pity that made her heart ache with a
sorrow only less than his own. The
grief was for him chiefly, yet sonie-3
tiling of it for herself.
“Choose for me, Venetia!” he mut
tered at last ouce more.
She rose with' what was almost a
gesture of despair and thrust the gold
hair off her temples.
“Heaven help r.ic. I cannot, I dare
not! And—I am no longer capable of
being just!”
There was an accent almost of pas
sion in her voice. She felt that so
greatly did she desire his deliverance,
his justification, his return to all which
was his own. desired even his presence
among them in her own world, that she
could no longer give him calm and un
biased judgment. He heard, and tin-
burning tide of a new joy rushed on
him.
“Follow the counsels of your own
conscience,” she continued. “You have
been true to them hitherto. It is not
for me or through me that you shall
ever be turned aside from them.”
A hitter sigh broke from him as he
heard.
“They are noble words, and 5-et it is
so easy to utter, so hard to follow, them.
If you had one thought of tenderness
for me, yon ccukl not speak them.”
A flush passed over her face.
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“If you loved me,” lie pursued pas
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from me to 5*011 sounds insult! And
5*et there is not one thought in me that
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“Choose for me, Venetia!” ■
this life forever, nameless, friendless,
hopeless, having all the bitterness but
uone of the torpor of death, wearing
out the doom of a galley slave, though
guiltless of all crime?”
“Why* speak so? You are unreason
ing. A moment ago you implored me
not to tempt you to the violation of
what you hold your honor. Because I
bid you be faithful to it you deem me
cruel.”
“Heaven help me! I scarce know
what I say. I ask you if you were a
woman who loved me could you decide
thus?”
“These are wild questions,” she mur
mured. “What can they serve? I be
lieve that I should—I am sure that I
should. As it is—as your friend”—
Ah, hush! Friendship is erueler than
hate.”
“Gruel?”
“Y'es, the worst cruelty when we seek
love—a stone proffered, us when we ask
for bread in famine!”
“Lord Royaliieu.” she said slowly, as
if t!ie familiar name were some tie be
tween tliem. some cause of excuse for
these the ciily love words she had ever
heard without disdain and rejection—
“Lord Royaliieu, it is unworthy of
you to take this advantage of an inter
view which 1 sought and sought for
your own sake. Y’ou pain me; you
wound me. I cannot tell how to an
swer you. Y'ou speak strangely and
without warrant.”
lie stood mute and motionless before
her. his head sunk on his chest. He
knew that she rebuked him justly.
“Forgive me, for pity's sake! After
tonight ! shall neve* look upon your
face again.”
“I do forgive,” she said gently*, while
her voice grew very sweet. “Y’ou en
dure too much already for one needless
pang to be added by me. All 1 wish is
that you .had never met me, so that this
last, worst thing had not come unto
you! Y'ou wrong me if you think that
I could be so callous, so indifferent, as
to leave you here without heed as to
your fate. Believe in your innocence!'
Y'ou know that I do as firmly as though
you substantiated it with $ thousand
proofs. Reverence your devotion to
your honor! Y’ou are certain that I
must or all better things were dead in
me. Y’ou reject my friendship. You
term it cruel, but at least it will be
faithful to you—too faithful for me to
pass out of Africa and never give you
one thought again. 1 believe in you.
Do you not know that that is the high
est trust, lo my thinking, that one hu
man life can show in another’s? Y’ou
decide that it is your duty'not to free
yourself from this bondage, not to ex
pose the actual criminal, not to take up
your rights of birth. I dare not seek to
alter that decision, but I cannot leave
you to such a future without infinite
pain, and there must—there shall be
moans through which you will let me
hear cf you through which, at least, I
can know that *5*011 are living.”
She stretched her hands toward him
with that same gesture with which
she had first declared her faith in liis
guiltlessness. The tears trembled in
her voice and swam in her eyes. He
seized her hands in liis and held them
close against his breast one instant,
against the loud, hard panting of his
aching heart.
“God reward 5*011! God keep you!
If I stay, I shall tell you alL Let me
go and forget that we ever met! I
am.dead. Let me be dead to 5*011!”
With another instant he had left tire
tent and passed out into the red glow
of the torchlit evening. And Y’enetia
Corona dropped her proud head down
upon the silken cushions where his
own had rested and wept as women
weep over their dead, in such a pas
sion as had never come to her in all
the course of her radiant, victorious
and imperious life.
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Burke, Jefferson, "Washington, Jef-
feson, Bulloch, Johnson and Rich
mond Counties. No Commissions.
Lowest Rates. Long time or install
ments.
ALEXANDER & JOHNSON,
705 Broad St, Augusta, Ga
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FURNITURE !!
We have the largest and best sfi ko
Furniture ever brought to Augusta, and our
prices are as low as the lowest. Elegant
PAItLOE CHAHBEE SETS,
SECRETARIES, BOOKCASES,
mm Couches, Sideboards, Bedsteads
BUREAUS, WASHSTANDS,
Rocking Chairs. c traight, Chairs,
IRON BEDS $3.75 Ul\ Mattings. Rugs, Etc.
Each department in our business is full and complete, and every article is the very be-
that can be iiad for the money. We do not hesitate to assert that no oilier Furniture house
is quite so full of beauty, elc-guuce and style as ours. When in Augusta be sure to fail and
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FLEMING Ac BOWLES,
904 Rrr.ad Stropt. AUGUSTA. GA
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For your Gar
den Seed, On
ion Sets, Early
Rose and Bliss
Irish Potatoes.
We hai’e just
received a
fresh supply of
D. M. Ferrv &
Co’s Seeds.
They are noted for putting up the most reli
able Seed sold. Their seed are always fresh
aud gives the best results. Orr pi ices are
as low as the lowest.
olso.remember we carrv a complete
line t DRUGS and everything generally
feept in a first-class Drug Store.
We have a competent Druggist who has
had 15 years experience.
BUXTON &HAESELER,
GIRARD. GEORGIA.
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HELLO!
Jpnoes White. Br5’autsvlllp. Ind.
says DeWitt’s Witch Hazel Salve
healed running sores on bot/i leg?.
He had suffered 6 years. Doctors
failed to help him. Get DeWiti’s.
Accept 00 imitations h.b, tfeMaster,
Who is That ? “No. 73, The Waynes-
boro Pressing Club !” M. BUX'iOW
Proprietor. Clothes cleaned, Pressed and Repaired for $L^
per month. Gent’s Suits and Pants made to measure from
to $10. Suits from $10 to §35. Ladies’cleaning and dyeifip®
specialty. Work called for and delivered. All work guarantee
to fit.