The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1901-06-06

and smoking, echoing her songs and
her satires with enthusiastic voices
and stamps Of their spurred boot heels.
AS he glanced upward she looked liter
ally in a blaze of luminance, and the
Wild mellow tones Of her voice ringing
out sounded like mockery Of that dy-
ing bed beside which they had both so
late stood together.
"She has the playfulness of the
young leopard, and the cruelty" he
thought, with sense of disgust, for
getting that she did not know what
he knew and that if Cigarette had
waited to laugh until death had passed
by she would have never laughed all
her life through in the battalions of
Africa.
She saw him as he went beneath
her balcony, and she sang all the
louder, she flung her sweetmeat mis-
siles with the reckless force of
Roman carnivalist, she launched bolts
of tenfold more audacious railleryy at
the delighted mob below. Cigarette
was a good soldier when she was
wounded; she wound her scarf round
the nerve that ached and only laughed
the gayer.
And he did her that injustice which
the best among us are apt to do to
those whom we do not feel interest
enough in to study with that closeness
which can alone give comprehension
of the intricate and complex rebus, so
family sketched, so marvelously in
volved, Of human nature.
He thought her a little leopard in
her vivacious play and her Unborn
bloodthirstiness. Well, the little leop-
ard of France played recklessly
enough that evening. Algiers was en-
fete, and Cigarette was sparkling over
the whole of the town like a humming
bird or a firefy-here, there and every
where She played through more than
half the night the agile, bounding,
graceful play of the young leopard to
which he had likened her and with
quick punishment from her velvet
sheathed talons if any burst offend
her. Then when the dawn was nigh,
leopardlke, the little one sought her
den.
THE chateau Of Cigarette" was a
standing jest Of the army, for none
was ever allowed to follow her thither
or to behold the interior other fortress.
and one overventurous spahis, scaling
the ramparts, bad been rewarded with
so hot a deluge Of lentil soup. from a
boiling casserole poured on his head
from above that he had beaten a hasty
and ignominlous retreat. 1.-THE chateau
of Cigarette" was neither more nor less
than couple Of garrets high in the
air in an old Moorish house in an old
Moorish court, decayed, silent, poverty
struck. Up long and winding rick
ETY. stair Cigarette approached her cas-
tie and opened her door. There was
dim oil wick burning. The garnet was
large and as clean as a palace could
be. Its occupants were various and
all sound asleep except one, who,
rough and hard and small and three
legged, limped up to her and rubbed
little bullet head against her lovingly.
"Bouffarick, little Bouffarick," re-
turned Cigarette caressingly in whis-
per, and Boufarick, content, limped
back to nest of hay, being a little
wiry dog that had lost leg in one of
the famous battles Of Oran and lain in
its dead masters breast through three
days and nights on the field. Cigarette
shading the lamp with one hand, glanc-
ed round on her family. They had all
Observation-Disclosures in the French army,
which was the only history she consid-
cred of any import to the universe.
There was a raven perched high, by
name Vole-Qui-Veut. He was a noted
character among the zouaves and had
made many campaign riding on his
owners bayonet. He loved a combat
and was specially famed for screaming
'Tue, tue, tue" all over a battlefield.