The Appeal. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn. ;) 1889-19??, 1901-01-19

the very accents of truth. Let us quote
Cecile's own words:
Given at his first few words the sound
of his voice and. the peculiar accent car
ried me back to some long forgotten
time calling up dimly before me a pic
ture L had not thought OF Tor years and |
years. I had in my memory-where had
I4seen that eeiA,-s stern face those clear
cut marble features before? Then as he
threw up his head and frowned and threw
out his under lii. 1.-The scales seemed to
fall from my eyes, the veil woven by
the busy years was rent asunder, and I
suddenly knew where and when this man
had played a part in my former life"
CO I'ns little closer to the All Powerful
Consul, who was kicking his foot i'm
patiently against the fender, CeciIe touched
his arm and said, with smile:
monsieur lie Consul, will you permit me
to tell you little story?''
t''Out with it!'' he Numbered "But waste
as few words as possible over it, if you
please"
So she began in low voice:
1T was an evening in July, in the year
1883, I was visiting Mile Laure Permon,
whose family had a beautiful villa near
Brienne. I had wandered away by my
self into the fields, and was so absorbed
in plucking flowers that I never noticed
! herd of cattle grazing close by. was
nearly seventeen, but a severe illness in
childhood had left me small and weakly
for my age. Suddenly I heard furious
below behind me, and turning round, saw
to my horror that an enormous black bull,
irritated by my red parasol, was bearing
down upon me with blazing eyes and low
cred horns. gave one shrek Of terror.
dropped my mowers and fled as fast as inv
teet would carry me toward the high road,
But the bull rushed after me; I could
hear his snorting breath. Help! Helpr
screamed as loud as I could. The next
moment pale faced boy in the uniform of
Tie brlenne cadets came running toward
me. He waved his sword and rushed at
the bull from the side, trying to divert
| its attention to himself. But I entirely
frustrated the boys plans by flying to him
for protection. He called out something
to me, but was too frightened to UNDER
stand, and IN any case it was now too
late.
The bull reached ME, felled me to the
ground, and l lost consciousness. When
opened my eyes my preserver was supDort-
Ing me with his arm, while with the other
hand he wiped away the blood that was
trlckling from wound in his cheek The
bull was staggering@ bIindly~about the, field
the courageous. boy. having mana ged at.
the last moment to pierce the brutc's eve
with his sword
Il faltered out some words oe thanks
but he checked me with an authoritative
gesture and said sternly, TITS very silly
. OF girls to run about alone in fields where
there are cattle. Remember that next
time Then nodding curly he ran off in
the direction of the college, Maybe you
knew that boy, Monsieur lie Consul" con-
cluded Cecile.
For moment a curious light flashed in
his dark eyes, but the next he frowned
and answered coldly, mo, I cannot say
I remember" Y
Still the little lady would not be gain
said. Controlling her emotion, she con-
tinued:
monsieur lie Consul, may I venture on
one more recollection of my youth?'
He said nothing, but nodded his head
"A year later" Cecile continued 81 was
in the same netghborhood with the Mar
quise de Montesson, a friend of my
mother. This lady proposed that I should
accompany her to the annual examination
of the cadets at Brienne. 1t was the Gus
tom that the successful candidates should
be crowned by the ladies with wreaths
which they brought with them. My heart
beat high at the invitation, for I had
never forgotten my youthful preserver,
ana L hoped 1 might now see him again.
L hoped this all the more because I had
now grown out of my childhood weakness
and had become tall and strong-a very
different creature from the delicate little
girl of the year before. So, with a beat
ing heart, took the wreath prepared for
the occasion, secretly hoping that I might
be able to give it to my youthful hero.
The wreath was a large and beautiful
one, composed Of laurel leaves"
Here she was suddenly interrupted By a
strange sound, half-sigh, half-exclamation
of joy. The next moment the consul had
sprung forward and clasped both -sher
hands in his.
$50 YOU are that sweet kind girl made
moi;elle,' he said in trembling tones.
"Oh, ask what you will of me! 1 promise
you in advance to grant it, no matter
what it may be Will you accept PEN
son. post of any kind?. You shall have
your property back. / am more than
overjoyed to have it in my power to serve
YOU" ........ p. ,,.
Cecile, in her amazement, had no an
swer ready. All she could do was to fall
ter, "Oh, sire! what have l done to de-
serve this gratitude?' H~+.. =:
'Sire!" broke in Bonaparte, in great
excitement. 1.-The royal title for the first
| time from your lips: My infallible little
prophecies? Once more your words will
come true: Yes, I shall one day wear the
crown and clasp the royal mantle around
my shoulders Now / know it for GER
tain. You set that laurel wreath on my
young head in the days long gone at
Bienne, the laurel crown that was a
prophecy of others. You whispered good
luck and good luck has come. I am a
fatalst. Since you have foretold it I feel
the crown of France upon my brow. I see
the sceptre} of the realm already in my
hands How can I ever thank you
enough? But first the restitution of your
property
Seating himself at the writing table, he
wrote a few, hurried lines, rang the bell
and summoned his secretary. Bourienne.
The door opened, Bourienne appeared.
Take this paper to the Minister Reg
nier.'" cried Bonaparte, .and tell him to
see to the immediate restitution of Made
moiselle de Courtot.s property
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