The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1901-05-16

about me. You may, if you like, Mr..
Black Hawk"
Which title she gave with a saucy
laugh, hitting with a chocolate bon
bon the black African burned WIS.,
age of the Omnipotent chief she had
the audacity to attack. High or low,
they were all the same to Cigarette
She would have "slanged' the en-
peror himself with the selfsame cool
ness, and the army had given her a
passport of immunity so wide that it
would have Jared i'll with any one who
had ever attempted to bring the VIVIAN
dlere to book for her uttermost mis-
chief.
"By the way" she went on, quick
as thought, with her reckless, devil
may care gayety, zone thing-your
corporal will demoralize the army of
Africa"
"Eh? He shall have an ounce Of
cold lead before he does. What in?"
He will demoralize it," said Ciga-
rette, with sagacious shake of her
head. eff they follow his example, we
shan't have q chasseur or a spahis or
piou-piou or a sapeur worth any
thing
"Sacre! What does he do? The
coloneIs strong teeth bit savagely
through his cigar. He would have Civ
en- much to have been able to find a
single thing of INSTRUMENTATION or lax
ity Of duty in a soldier who irritated
and annoyed him, but who obeyed him
implicitly and was one of the most
brilliant fire eaters of his regiment.
HE won't only demoralize the ar
my" pursued Cigarette, with vivacious
eloquence. but if his example is fol-
lowed he'll ruin the prefets, close the
bureaus, destroy the exchequer, beg
gar all the officials, make African life
as tame as milk and water and rob
you, colonel, Of your very highest and
dearest privileges!'
"Sacre bleu!' cried her hearers as
their hands instinctively sought their
swords. ''What does he do?'
Cigarette looked at them out of her
arch black lashes
"Why, he never thieves from the
Arabs. If the fashion come in, adieu
to our occupation. Court martial him,
cOlonel!'
With which sally Cigarette thrust her
pretty, soft curls back over her tenn
pies and launched herself into lansque-
net with all the ardor Of a gambler
and the vivacity of a child, her eyes
flashing, her cheeks flushing, her little
teeth set, her whole soul in the whirl
Of tho 90 oil ,;o
by the peals of laughter from her COM
rades and the wines that were washed
down like water.
Meanwhile, where she had left him
among the stones Of the ruined mosque,
the chasseur whom they nicknamed
a-faire-peur in a double sense be-
cause of his "Woman's face" as Tata
Leroux termed it, and because of the
terror his sword had become through
north Africa, sat motionless, with his
right arm resting on his knee and his
spurred heel thrust into the sand
He was a dashing cavalry soldier,
who had had dozen wounds cut over
his body by the Bedouins in many and
hot skirmishes, who had waited through
sultry African nights for the lions
tread and had fought the desert king
and conquered, who had ridden a thou
sand miles over the great sand waste
and the boundless arid plains and slept
under the stars, with the saddle be-
meath his head and his rifle in his hand
all through the night; who had served
and served WELL in fierce, arduous, IN
remitting work in trying campaigns
and in close discipline and who had
blended the brilliance, the daring, the
eat drink and enjoy for-tomorrow-we-
die OF the French chasseur with some
thing that was very different and much
more tranquil
Yet. though as bold man as any en-
rolled in the French service, he sat
alone here in the shadow of the COL
umn, thoughtful, motionless, lost in ST.
lence.
In his left hand was newspaper six
months old, and his eyes rested on a
line in the obituary:
ION the 10th ult., at Royallieu, sud-
denly, the Right Hon. Denzil, Viscount
Royallieu, aged co."