The Hawaiian star. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu]) 1893-1912, 1895-06-27
THE LIE TONY TOLD.


yards of Marty sur-S Seine, only o few
miles from the edge of the great forest,
he recognized me at once. 1t was carly |
morning Indeed the dawn had scarce |
come, and the river below us was pcarly |
gray in the growing light, as rivers are |
before sunrise
"L'Anglais, " he cried joyously. for
De Keroualles was merry soul lie
raised his blood stained hand in little
gay salute. | make no doubt no 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, 1--WE 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.
knew seminariste in it-not yet or
dained priest-who fought bravely
through it, although he lacked the
strength to hold his rife straight with
out support
| saw at once that the career of
Jacques dc koroualles was nearly over
Suddenly it all came back to me
Fontainebleau and the happy, careless,
reckless life in the old town where the
very paving stones are saturated with
history and worn by tho tread Of hose
that made it. Jacques dc keroualles;
Tony, vicomte dc Muv' Raoul de kol
les, and half dozen others-harum
scarum fellows who made lifo one long
laugh
How often had we shouted the one
line chorus in the Ruo dc France as the
slow morning crept up the sky behind
the palaoei
rose from the wounded mans side
and went out to the veranda of the villa
converted into temporary field hospi-
tai A cavalry officer in the gay blue
uniform of his immortal regiment, with
a 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. |
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-
flectiveness. | had known him young
man a few years earlier, and glancing
at him wondered whether | looked as
middle aged as that
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. "
He will have as many as he can
manage" suggested, for ! was young
in those days, and the little wound
still carry had a smart in it 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 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 dc Keroualles bad been con-
cerDed, however, we had always known
that it was serious matter
Before the war :" Tony de Muy went
on, ''they were engaged. Then Jacques
joined tho 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 1t is
for our poor France that some of us
tight 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 o
few years. service could have hardened
him.
"And?"
"And she is fiancee to some Italian
count-some scum Of Rome-who
doubtless wears high heeled boots and
paints his face, as have seen them Z"
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.
SIS that thou, Tony?" called out the
CHEEKY voice from within. 1t was i'm.
possible to realize that these were the
tones of dying man. have seen two
die laughing, both Frenchmen.
Yes" answered the man by my
side.
We entered tho room together De
Reroualles smiled when he saw us side
by side, Tony de Muy towering above
me.
"Ah," he cried, sit is like old
times'
made shift to smile, but the white
look was already about his lips. | wish.
ed that could get away.
'See you. Tony. he said. with sud.
sweetIearts trOu llei.-uIe WIN the
gallants of the court. And before the
dance was done MARITIME would have
| uitl lOr lONt Vi tuc pTluCtl
Thou art beautiful, little oner' he
whispered. wilt ride away with me?'
And as she only blushed for answer he
drew her past the doors, and placing
her before him on the saddle rode like
the wind TO his chateau on the hills.
And with his kisses raining on her
brow and lips MARITIME forgot her rtom-
Use to return forgot the angel who
must die in her stead, forgot that Peter
had orders to open the gates of paradise
at earliest dawn
And when the morning broke clear
and red over the verdant hills the gates
Of another paradise had opened for little
MARITIME.
A happy year ran away. Some
times MARITIME thought of the poor
mother, weeping at home. But she
must have wept as bitterly had | re-
turned to die, thought MARITIME, and
she smiled Oh her prince.
But one winters morning, Just year
from the day when MARITIME should have
yielded up her soul, the prince rode
forth never to return. His retainers
sought him through forest and field,
over hill and dale along the course of
avery frozen stream-in vainl
MARITIME sobbed and sighed in the
chateau ON the hills, and on the night
before another year was out she crept
unseen from the castle gates, down the
mountain side, and journeyed through
the forest until she came to her child
hoods home. She pushed open the door,