Waterbury Democrat., 1901-05-22

R<ssr sRss5 aims from Cigarette where her bright brown face looked out from the lattice hole Cecil, with some of the rough riders of his regiment, was sent far into the interior to bring in q string of colts, bought of a friendly desert tribe and destined to be shipped to France, for the Imperial Haras The mission took two days. Early on the third day they returned with the string of wild young horses, that it had taken not little exertion and address to conduct successfully through the country into Algiers. Cha teauroy was himself present when the colts were taken into the stable yard, and himself inquired, without the me dium of any third person. the whole details of the sale and of the transit. | It was impossible, with all his fnclina- 1 tion, to find any fault either with the execution of the errand or with the brief, respectful answers by which the corporal replied to his rapid and i'm perious cross questionings; hence the Inspection passed off peaceably- As the marquis turned on his heel, how ever, he paused a moment. -
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 q have not forgotten your insolence with those ivory toys. but the prin- cess herself has deigned to solicit that it shall be passed over unpunished. She cannot, of course, yield to your inn pertinent request to remain also un- paid for them. I charged myself with the fulfllment of her wishes. You de serve the lash, but since miladi herself is lenient enough to pardon you you are to take this instead. Hold your hand, sirr'
 :. Cecil put oTt his hand. He expected to receive 9 heavy blow from his com mander's saber that possibly. might break the wrist. These little trifles were common in Africa.
 Instead handful of napoleons was laid on his open palm. Chateauroy knew the gold would sting more than the blow.
 l | For the moment Cecil had but one im- pulse-to dash the pieces in the giver's face. In time to restrain the impulse he caught sight of the wild, eager ha- tred gleaming in the eyes of Rake, of Petit Picpen, or score of others who loved him and cursed their colonel and would at one signal from him have I sheathed their swords in the mighty frame of the marquis, though they should have been shot down the next moment themselves for the murder. The warning of Cigarette came to his memory. His hand clasped the gold. He gave the salute calmly as Chateau roy swung himself away, and, his hour | of liberty being come, he went slowly out of the great court, with the hand full of napoleons thrust in the folds of his sash.
 Rather unconsciously than by pre- meditation his steps turned through the streets that led to his old familiar haunt, the AS du Pique, and, dropping | down on a bench under the awning, he asked for draft of water. It was brought him at once, the hostess, a quick, brown, little woman from Paris, whom the lovers of Eugene Sue called Rigolette, adding of her own accord a lump of ice and a slice or two of lemon, for which she vivaciously refused pay ment, though generosity was by no
 
 | look at the newspapers she offered him, but sat gazing out from the tawny awning, like the sail of a Neapolitan feIucca, down the checkered shadows and the many colored masses of the little, crooked, rambling, semibarbaric alley. He was thinking of the napo- Icons in his sash and of the promise he had pledged to Cigarette. That he would keep it he was resolved. Yet Q 1 weariness, a bitterness, he had never known in the excitement of active service came on him, brought by this sting of insult from the fair hand of an aristocrat.
 | seThere was absolutely no hope pos sible in his future. The uttermost that could ever come to, him would be a grade something higher in the army that now enrolled him-the gift of the cross or a post in. the bureau. All gerine warfare was not like the cam paign of the armies of Italy or the Rhine, and there was no Napoleon here to discern with unerring omnis- cience leaders genius under. the uni form of common trooper. The heavy folds of q Bedouin's haik, brushing the papers off the bench, broke the thread of his musings. As he stopped for them, he saw that one was an English journal some weeks old. His own name caught his eye-the name buried so utterly, whose utterance in the sheik's tent had struck him like dag gers thrust:
 THE ROYALLIEU SUCCESSION.
 We regret to learn that the Right Hon. Viscount Royallieu, who so lately succeeded to the family title on his fathers death, has expired at Men tone, iwhither his health had induced him to go some months previous. The late lord was unmar- ried. His next brother was, it will be remem- bcred, many years ago killed a southern rail way The title, therefore, now falls to the third and only remaining son. the Hon. Berkeley Cecil, who having lately inherited considerable prop erties from a distant relative, will, we believe, revive all the old glories of this peerage, which have, from variety of causes, lest somewhat of their ancient briliancy.
 Cecil sat quite still, as he had sat looking down on the record of his fathers death when Cigarette had rallied him with her gay challenge among the Moresco ruins. His face flushed. hotly under the warm golden hue of the desert bronze, then lost all color as suddenly, till it was as pale as my of the iYOry- he carved. He,