Evening capital. (Annapolis, Md.) 1884-1910, 1895-04-03
THE LIE TONY TOLD.

yards or MarIy-Sur- Oeluos Oniy u lew
miles from the edge of the great forest,
he recognized me at once. 1t was early
morning Indeed the dawn had scarce
come, and the river below us was pearly
gray in the growing light, rs rivers are
before sunrise.
"L'Anglais, he cried joyously, for
De Keroualles was merry soul He
raised his blood stained hand in little
gay salute. make no doubt he had
fought bravely and in manner worthy
Of the old blood in his veins. He was wet
through and covered with dirt The
battle had taken place on the previous
afternoon, and the wounded were conse-
quently allowed to lie out on the fields
the whole night. lie petit jeune
homme, he added, I'VE meet again.
Then he tainted, with the smile ON
his lips. 1t is only in books that men
die different from what they have lived.
1t did not take me long TO look at this
gay youths wound, cutting away his
English made linen, slicing the cloth OF
his rough uniform Of private soldier
of the Army of the Seine--a mere band
Of volunteers despite their grand name.
l knew seminariste in it-not yet or
dained a priest-who fought bravely
through it, although no lacked tho
strength to hold his rifle straight with
out a support.
/ saw at once that the career OF
Jacques de Keroualles was nearly over.
Suddenly it all came back to me-
Fontainebleau and the happy, careless,
reckless life in the old town whore the
very paving stones are saturated with
history and worn by the tread of hose
that made it. Jacques de Keroualles;
Tony, vicomte do Muy; Raoul de Kol-
les, and half a dozen others-harum
scarum fellows who made life one long
laugh.
How often had we shouted the ono
line chorus in the Rue de France as the
slow morning crept mp the sky behind
the palacel
/ rose from the wounded mans side
and went out to the yeranda of the villa
converted into temporary field hospi-
tai. A cavalry officer in the gay blue
uniform of his immortal regiment, with
q short, fur trimmed cape thrown care
lessly back from the shoulder, stood
modify looking down over the vine
yards. He turned at the sound of my
footsteps and shook hands gravely. l
looked hard at him. 1t was Tony do
Muy-a grizzled, hard faced soldier.
"Well?'' he asked. He looked into
my face sharply and made grimace.
''You need say nothing. / see from
your face
He threw away half burnt cigarette
and resumed his attitude Of gloomy re-
hectiveness. / had known him young
man few years earlier, and glancing
at him wondered whether / looked as
middle aged as that.
1.-THE devil take all womenr' he sud-
denly exclaimed with his absurd French
vivacity and stamped his spurred heel
on the tessellated pavement. "The
devil take all women, mon ami. Z"
"He will have as many as he can
manage" suggested, for was young
in those days, and the little wound /
still carry had smart in 1t yet.
"You remember my sister," Tony
said CURLY. and nodded. We had all
been in love with Mile. de Muy, and
she had managed in some way to keep
us all in hand at once She was fresh
from q convent, where, it seems, these
little arts must be acquired The
''botte" that gave me my own hurt
was, by the way, learned there So far
as Jacques de Keroualles had been con-
cerned, however, we had always known
that it was q serious matter.
Before the war, Tony de Muy went
Oh, they were engaged. Then Jacques
joined the army. What else could he
do? As for me, had always been in
it, as you know. 1t is for our country,
and Jacques was among the first. II is
for our poor France that some OF us
fight for these Napoleons =
He turned and looked into the dim
room where the cots were ranged in
ranks-head and foot-the length of the
floor
He thinks that she has kept her
word" he said, and wondered how q
few years. service could have hardened
him.
"knd?''
"And she is flancee to some Italian
count-some scum of Rome-who
OOuDtless wears nlR0 neeieu boots nlI
paints his face. as have seen them. -
In his heat he spoke too loudly, and
Jacques de Keroualles, lying in that
quiet room, recognized the voice, though
he could not possibly have distinguish
ed the words
''Is that thou. Tony!'' called out the
CHEEKY voioa from within. II was i'm
possible TO realize that these were tho
tones Il dying man. haze seen two
die laughing, bGlh Frenc' men
Yes. answered the man by my
side.
We entered the room together. De
KeronalleS Huiletl when he saw us side
by side, Tony IL Mry towering above
me.
-Ah. l,u led. ''it IS lie cid
timesl'
I made a: 5 TO s.-ilc. brt tho white
iook was alress:y about his lips. wish.
I'll that sCLid get away.
"See yun. Tony. " he said. with sud.