The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1899-10-22


! WITH PAIN. Sod by Druggists.
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fair, he told stories of the duels he had
/ fought and the dangers he had braved, he
| dwell on his approaching departure with
point and compliments later on round the
mess table on board. And all the time
| Cordeia's attention never Tagged, she
sympathized and looked terrified in the
/ right places IN fact she satisfied even the
eXigent vanity of her admirer.
! Francois however, directed most of his
| conversation TO Pat Cannon, whose labor
! ed politeness delighted Cordelia, For, In
| spite of all, Cannon was as jealous as
4 red-haired man has right 10 be. He was
a young fellow Of parts and sagacity, but
he was very human, and Cordelia, like
many another woman, dealt hardly with
an affection of which she felt secure. Coz.
Leonard understood the various elements
of the scene wonderfully, and smiled from
time to time grimy enough under his
heavy mustache.
At length lunch and Francois tales Of
! his own prowess came to an end II was
still too early in the day to go upon tho
roof, and Cordelia proposed an expedition
by some sheltered passages to the fort,
| where, in a cool gallery, with embrasures
| open to the sea breeze, The men mig
smoke and saunter for a while.
There was a pause, then Col. Lennard
slowly agreed to the proposal Cannon de-
INJURED a little, but his objection was over
ruled and Francois led the way with Cor
della, his heart beating IN his throat, as
in imagination he saw himself being deco
rated for his achievement.
Cordelia had put on a big white hat that
only made a frame TO enhance the beauty
of her face.
What Francois said during that memoir
able hour, his eloquence, hiss pathos, can
never be written down, but he cunniugly
| led the fascinated girl hither and thither
past endless sentries, who, however, stood
only rigidly stupid as the couple paced the
! length of the fertilization. II may be adj
ded that Cordela herself was astonished
at the extraordinary number of men on
guard, the fact being that Cannon had
no idea of allowing her to be for one mo-
ment out of earshot with her enamOred
| companion.
After a time favorable opportunity Of
fered and Francois made the request he
had been working toward since he arrived
in Tcheu bay.
Dear mademoiselle, you viii permit me
| a recollection" he said, with eagerness,
as he produced his camera. Il scarcely
dare to ask so much, but in the lonely mo-
! ments at sea, when perchauoe the last
storm ] am destined to hear is blowing,
will take one last look at that exquisite
| face. You cannot refuse me?'
Cordelia's eyes were alight. Never had
she looked SO beautiful.
ITO place with your mother and sisters?"
she demanded with what Francois deemed
to be a shy delight. That was as it should
be. She had clearly no suspicion of his
| real design.
They were on one of the bastions Two
old sun-warmed guns forward innoceuuy
out over the cleaning water. Francois
| begged Miss Leonard to place herself by
one of these, turning an apt compliment
out of the contrast. He was inclined 10
be a little contemptuous of the girls blind
ness, and her facile responses to his fat
terry and advances. Moreover, he largely
despised the British who could look with
complacency upon these obsolete pieces of
artillery. or remain ignorant of the very
patent fact that the whole fertilization
would be about their ears in ten minutes
under the shells OF man-of-war, against
which they must be entirely helpless, as
none of the ancient specimens of cast
iron he saw about him could throw any
projectile more than 100 yards-and that
crooked. And then he turned with zest
TO take a look at the opulent island TO
the south one small corner of which could
just be deserted from the spot where he
stood. An, the FUTURE
He placed Miss Lennard. and, retiring,
got his focus. In many places and in
divers pos lions he photographed her, and
with her the fortihcations coveted by the
war Office at Paris
AS MS professional OuNlNOk pIlBnltI6N
the more warmly glowed the words of the
infiammabe Gaul. AT the first picture.
she was "chere mademoisele," before the
last she was-but never mind. Miss Len
nard might read this story. and then where
should l be if l told?
That evening Merovinge said:
MY friend, let me embrace you! You
have achieved a success! You have achiv-
ed an immense service to France and 10
me! Be tranquil You will have your
reward!
Fraicois responded as was expected Of
him. but his heart was unreasonably
heavy, and though he tried TO persuade
himself chat the great desire he felt TO
develop his plates was only the outcome
of professional zeal, that il had nothing
whatever to do with the human interest
contained in the photographs, he was
obliged before long to own that his mo-
tlves were not purely patriotic-were in
fact a little mixed
So the L.oup-garu put out to sea, and
Francois, gazing back at the receding fort
crowned ridge acknowledged to himself
thar he had indeed conquered, but the con-
quest had left a sting in his memory. As
the shores of China We're growing with
every moment more indstinct there came
across the amethyst water duh, reVer-
berating noise, and then again, and yet
again. 1t was almost as If blasting were
going on Capt. Merovinge opined that
the English were probably trying 10 fire a
salute from chose guns!
On the Tonqun station IL is very di1i-
cult almost impossible, to gel leave of
absence, and so a weary month wore on
while Francois yearned to return to Chi
ma. The photographs and Information
had been duly sent to the proper authori-
ties in Paris, and upon their answer Fran
co.'s built hopes of securing time to re-
turn to Fort Tcheu, for that desolate spot
he now knew had an irremediable hold
upon his heart. Judge, then, of his feel
ings when a letter arrived for him bearing
upon it the unforgotten handwriting OF
mademoiselle He clasDed it to his heart
and retired to his cabin to read it's con-
tents. Goodness only knows what he ex-
pected them to be. What they actually
| were is given here, together with the COM