The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1901-07-17

The sIenderness Of his wrists, the soft
ness OF his hair: she saw, as she had
seen before, that whatever he might
+ be now, in some past time he had been
man Of gentle blood, of courtly bear
ing. ~
| Ie is Chasseur ia friaue z, she
asked the Moslem
Yes, madame. think he must have
been something very different some
day 3
She did not answer. She stood with
her thoughtful eyes gazing on the
| Wornout soldier
He saved me once, madame. at
much risk to himself from the savage
~ of some Turcos,'' the old man went
on. Of course he is always welcome
! under my roof. The ompanionship
he has must be bitter to him, fancy.
They do say he would have had his
officers grade and the cross, too, long
! before now if it were not for his colo
nels hatred. .
..Ah. have seen him before now
| Hescarves in ivory. I suppose he has q.
! good sale for those things with you? =
The Moor looked up in amazement.
In ivory, madame? He? Allah-l-
Allah. I never heard Of it. It is
strange
Very strange. Doubtless you would
have given him good price for them =
Surely ! would; any price he should
/ have wished. Do not owe him my
life
At that moment little Musjid let fall
] a valuable coffex tray inlaid with am
4 Der. The noise startled Cecil, and his
eyes Enclosed to all the dreamy fan
tastic colors of the place and met those
| bent on him in mIsing pity-saw that
lustrous, naughty, delicate head bend
/ ing slightly down through the many
/ colored shadows.
i He thought he was dreaming, yet on
instinct he rose, staggering slightly, for
sharp pain was still darling through
his head and temples.
SO Madame pardon me. Was sleep
| ing?'
You were and rest again You look
| i'll, she said gently. And there was
i for a moment less of that accent in heI
/ ed SO distinctly, SO pointedly, the line
of demarcation between a princess OF
Spain and a soldier Of Africa
4 thank you, all nothing
Il fear that is scarcely true" she
answered him. You look in pain
4 though as a soldier perhaps you viii
not own it,
/ madame
THAT is quite bad enough. Your
/ service must be. severe p
In Africa, miladi, one cannot expect
! indulgence
4 suppose not. You have served
long?"
Twelve years, madame.
And your name?'
Louis Victor She fancied there
was slight abruptness in the reply
as. though he were about to add some
other name, and checked himself. She
entered it in the little book from which
1 she had taken her bank notes.
/ Il may be able to serve YOU sht
said as she wrote. 81 will speak OF
1 you to the marshal, and when ] return
to Paris 4 may have an opportunity t
bring your name before the emperor
! The color flushed his forehead
] You do me much honor" he sale
rapidly, but if you would crafty me
4 madame, do not seek to do anything OF
] the kind
t'And why? Do not you even desire
/ the cross p
Il desire nothing, except to be for
/ gotten
She regarded him with much sur
/ prise, with some slight sense Of annoy
/ ance. She had bent far in rendering
her influence at the French court to 6
private soldier, and his rejection Of i
seemed as ungracious as it was mex
/ plicable. At that moment the Moor
joined them.
.Miladi has told me, NJ. Victor, thai
4 you are first rate carver Of worries
How is it that you have never let me
benefit by your art n
/ My things are not worth a Sou
1 muttered Cecil hurriedly.
You do them great injustice and
yourself also" said the grande dame
more coldly than she had before spo
| ken. Your carvings are singularly
| perfect and should bring you consider.
/ able returns
Why have you never shown them to
me at least? pursued Ben Arsli Why
! not have given me my option?'
The blood flushed Cecil's face again.
/ He turned to the princess.
Il withheld them, madame, not be.
cause he would have underpriced but
overpriced them. He rates a trifling
act of mine Of long ago so unduly.' z
Ben Arsli stroked his great beard,
more moved than his Moslem dignity
| would show.
always SO" he muttered, always
SO. My son, in some life before this