The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1901-07-11

answered her, scarce knowing what he
answered. Gle should bear the title
that I bear now. he is here in this
misery because he is the most merci-
ful, the most generous, the most long
suffering Of living souls. If he die, it
it not they who have killed him; it
Is Iv' a,s - i ..,y; ! S:< s
"Settle with yourself for that SIM
she said bitterly. 'Your remorse will
not save him. But do the thing that
I bid you if that remorse be sincere.
Write me out here that title you say
he should bear and your statement that
he is your brother and should be the
chief Of your house, then sign it and
give it to me-"
1mploring eyes into her face.
"Who, are you? What are you? If
you have the power to do it, for the
love of God rescue him! It is 1 who
| have murdered him-I who have let
him live on in this hell for my sake!''
She brought him pens and paper from
the Turks store and dictated what he
wrote: "~~.
! hereby affirm that the person serving in the
Chasseurs d'Afrique under the of Louis Vic
tor is my elder brother BERTHE Cecil, lawfully, by
inheritance, the viscount Royallieu, peer of Eng
fiand. l hereby also acknowledge that have sue
ceeded to and borne the title illegally under the
supposition of his death. BERKELEY CECIL.
He let her draw the paper from him
and fold it away in her belt. He
watched her with curious, dreamy
sense of his own impotence against the
fierce and fiery torrent Of her bidding.
"Can his life yet be saved?"
Ellis honor may-his honor shall. Go
to him, coward, and let the balls that
kill him reach you, too if you have one
trait of manhood left in your
Then, swiftly as swallow darts, she
quilted him and flew on her headlong
way down through the pressure Of the
people and the throngs of the marts
and the noise and the color and the
movement of the streets.
The sun was scarcely declined from
it's noon before she rode out of the city
on half bred horse Of the spahis,
swift as the antelope and as wild, with
her only equipment some pistols in her
holsters and bag of rice and skin of
water slung at her saddlebow. She
had long route before her. She had
many leagues to travel, and there were
but four and twenty hours, she knew
We'll, left to the man who was con-
demned to death; four and twenty
hours left open for appeal, no more, be-
twixt the delivery and execution of the
sentence. There were so miles be-
tween her and her goal. Abd-el-Ka-
der's horse had once covered that space
in three hours, SO men Of the army of
dAumale had told her. She knew
what they had done she could do.
Once only she paused, to let her horse
lie a brief while and cool his foam
faxed sides and crop some short, sweet
grass. Then she mounted again and
again went on in her fight. The horse
was reeking with smoke and foam and
| the blood was coursing from his TANKS
as she reached her destination at last
and threw herself off his saddle as he
sank faint and quivering to the ground.
| Whittier she had come was to a for
| tress where the marshal Of France, who
was the viceroy of Africa, had arrived
| that day in his progress of inspection
| throughout the province.
| "Have a care of him and lead me to
the Chief
She spoke quietly, but certain SEN
| sation Of awe and fear moved those
who heard. They hesitated to take her
| message, to do her bidding. The one
| whom she sought was great and su-
preme here as king. They dreaded
to approach his staff, to ask his audi
ence. 49,
Cigarette looked at them a moment,
then loosened her cross and held it out
to an adjutant standing beneath the
gates.
'Take that to the man who gave it
me. Tell him Cigarette waits and
with each moment that she waits SOL
dier's life is lost. Cor
A few minutes and the decoration
| was brought back to her and her de-
mand was granted. The marshal, lean
| ing against brass fieldpiece, turned to
| her with the smile in his keen, stern
eyes. ~
'What brings you here ~
She came up to him with her rapid,
leOpardlike grace, and he started as he
saw the change upon her features. She
| was covered with sand and dust and
with the animals blood fecked foam.
'Monseigneur, have come from AL
giers since noon'-
'From Algiers!' lie and his officers
echoed the name Of the city in incredu-
lous amaze. They knew how far from
them down along the sea line the white
town lay. "
'Since noon, to rescue life-the life
of great soldier, of guiltless man.
! He who saved the honor Of France at
Zaraila is to die the death of mutineer
| atsdawnv' -: ~
"What! Your chasseur?'
A dusky scarlet fire burned through
| the pallor Of her face, but her eyes
| never quailed, and the torrent of her
eloquence returned under the pangs Of