The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1901-07-04

possible for one to be finer than anoth-
er where all are SO great. They know
that They pick him out for all the
| dangerous missions. But the Black
| Hawk hates him, and SO France never
hears the truth Of all that he does. All
I know is he calls himself here Louis
Victor" .-. r.
|'Ah, have heard much of him. "A
| fine soldier, butt
| "A fine soldier without but - in
terrupted Cigarette, with rebellious in
difference to the rank Of the great man
she corrected, unless you add, but
! never done justice by his chief" s
AS she spoke her eyes for the first
time glanced over the various person
ages who were mingled among the staff
of the marshal, his invited guests for
the review upon the plains. She saw,
| face which, though seen but once be-
fore, she knew instantly again-the
| face of "miladi.'' And she saw it
! change color and lose it's beautiful hue
| and grow grave and troubled as the
last words passed between herself and
the French marshal.
"Ah, can she feel?' wondered Ciea-
rette, who with a common error of
such vehement young democrats as
herself always thought that hearts new
er ached in the patrician order and
| thought so still when she saw the list
less, proud tranquility return, not
again to be altered, over the perfect
features that she watched with so
| much violent instructive hate.
She scarcely heard the marshaps
voice as it addressed her with kindly
indulgence as to a valued soldier and
| spoiled pet in one.
'Have no fear, little one. Victor's
claims are not forgotten, though we
may await our own time to investigate
and reward them. No one ever served
| the empire and remained unrewarded.
For yourself, wear your cross proudly.
1t glitters above not only the bravest
but the most generous heart in the
SERVICE
She saluted once again and paced
| down the ranks of the assembled divi-
sions, while every lance was carried,
every sword lifted, every bayonet pre-
sented as she went, greeted as though
she were an empress for that cross
which glittered on her heart, for that
courage whereWith she had saved the
tricolOr.
The eyes Of Venetia Corona followed
her with something of ineffable pity.
"Poor little unsexed child!' she thought.
"How pretty and how brave she is
and-how true to him!'
The Seraph beside her in the group
around the flagstaff smiled and turned
to her
81 said that little amazon was in love
with this fellow Victor. How Loyalty
she stood up for him! But if he ever
forsake her she will be quite as likely
to run her dirk through him.
"Forsake her! What is he to her?'
There was a certain impatience in
the tone and something of contemptu-
Gus disbelief that made her brother
look at her in wonder.
- What on earth can the loves CT,
camp concern her?" he thought as he
answered. Nothing that I know of.
But this charming little tigress is very
fond of him. By the way, can you
point the man out to me? am curious
to see him.
impossible. There are 10000 faces,
and the cavalry squadrons are so far
off,"
She spoke with Indifference, but she
grew a little pale as she did so, and
the eyes that had always met bis SO
frankly, so proudly, were turned from
him.
Cecil did not hear the gallant words
spoken in his behalf by the loyal
lips that he had not cared to caress
AS Cigarette passed down the ranks
| indeed, he saw and smiled on his little
champion, but the smile had only a
weary kindness of recognition in it,
and it wounded Cigarette more than
though he had struck her through the
| breast with his lance.
Venetia gave low, quick breath Of
mingled pain and relief as the last Of
the chasseurs paced by. The Seraph
started and turned his head.
MY darling, are you not well?'
"Perfectly.''
"4ou do not look so, and you forgot
to point me out this special trooper
I forgot him too"
HE goes there 49, the tenth from
| here"
Her brother looked. It was too late
"He is taller than the Others That is
all can see, now that his back is turn
ed. will seek him out when"-
DO no such thing"
"And why? It was by your own re-
quest that inQuired'-
"Think me changeable, as you will.
Do nothing to seek him, to inquire for
him.
"But why? A man who at Zaraila''-
Never mind. Do not let it be said
you noticed a Chasseur d'Afrique at
my instance"
Meantime in another part of the camp
the heroine Of Zaraila was Toasted,
not less distinctively, if more noisily