The citizen. (Frederick City, Md.) 1895-1923, 1900-10-05


feverish.
You know yourself that Pelven was
killed. Roger came back that night
alone and grieved.
Who was the adversary Of De Pei
ven? An officer? Yes. Who? l will
not tell you. Only a few knew, and
the secret has been well kept. The
reason Of the duel? Nothing, they said
"a trihe-but l have always suspected
that somebody had accused him Of
passing too easily across the frontier
alone at night.
The next day Pelven's aged father
came and took away the body. It
seems that all the affairs of the lieu
tenant were in perfect order. He must
have had a presentiment that he was
going to be killed, for the words on the
blackboard were in the nature of direc-
tons for his Swn burial And that
was the end of the poor little made
moiselle."
Two months passed. Spring came.
One day we all started on a drag party
a. tAAO hOONlS NNi lAiC IOud " GCllt. ~
little before luncheon l went strolling
in the forest with two or three friends.
Suddenly we saw a landeau. drawn by
two beautiful horses. coming toward
us along a deserted road In the Ian
deau was an old, pale woman and a
young girl. pretty, clad in black. We
were turning out for them when a dog
jumpSd from the carriage. We recog-
nized it at once. 1t was Tigresse, the
little bulldog-De PelvenS dog. While
he Was springing It US, licking our
hands for JOY, the landeau stopped,
and a great. gold braided valet stepped
out and sOlemnly picked up the dog.
The little beast struggled, but in spite
Of yelps, bowls and tugs the man prov
ed the stronger and the landeau pass
ed on
Naturally we talked of the incident
"WhGt a singular thing Tigresse with
those Strangers-strangers from over
the frontier tool The liveries are blue
and blSck-Prussian nobility"
Talking thus, we came back to the
rendezvous. There we found Louis de
Tclll, enc Of my friends, whose castle
although in France, yet touches the
frontier. We questioned him about
the laadGau.
" lat don't you know?" he answer
ed. "Ihat is the Princess Of Burgfeld,
with her dame de compagnie.' She is
doing penance in her 'schloss' instead
OF dancing in Paris, as she generally
does in the spring 1t is said that dur
ing the war she had a romance, a de-
licioUs romance with a French lieuten-
ant whose name l could never learn.
They had sworn eternal fidelity. l
0on't know what has happened since,
but she now lives in solitude and will
enter convent ut Mannheim on her
tWenty-lfth birthday unless she gets
out Of her senumentalisms, which is
net patriotic from the German point Of
view, for she is the daughter of one of
the first generals Of the empire"
lie said no more, but we understood.
Poor Pelven! That was the explana-
ton Of those long nocturnal rides, TAX
en- at the risk Of the sentnels' bullets;
that was the meaning of that seques-
trated life, of the golden locbet, with
It's wing-symbol Of his ethereal love,
1itful and fragile; that was the reason
for that life of mystery, poetry and ST.
lence, the roses in the cottage, the ada
gio Of Beethoven and the duet, which
finished it all lie was dreaming, the
little mademoiselle." And in that dream
he died.-From the French Of Adolphe
Cheneyieyre For Chicago Times Her
ald