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

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driven any other to revolt and murder;
have seen him Il have told you how
at Zaraila, thinking never Of death or
Of life, only Of our flag. Look you! /
have seen him so tried that 1 told him
-, who love my army better than any
living thing under the sun - that I
| would forgive him if he forgot duty
and dealt with his tyrant as man to
man.. And he always held his soul in
patience. Why? Not because he fear
ed death-he desired it-but because
he loved his comrades and suffered in
peace and in silence lest, through him,
they should be led into evil"
His eyes softened as he heard her,
but the inf1exibility of his voice never
| altered.
ut is useless to argue with me-" be
said briefly. 81 never change a SEN
| tence."
"But I say that you shallv' AS the
audaclous words were flung forth she
looked him full in the eyes, while her
voice rang with it's old imperious ora
tory. You are a great chief. You
are as a monarch here. You hold the
| gifts and the grandeur of the empire,
but because Of that, because you are as
france IN my eyes, I swear, by the
name of France, that you shall see
| Justice done to him-after death if you
cannot in life. Do you know who is
he, this man whom his comrades will
shoot down at sunrise as they shoot
down the murderer and the ravisher in
their crimes? He is a man who vindi-
Gated woman's honor He is a man
who suffers in his brothers place. He
is an aristocrat exiled to a martyrdom.
lie is a hero who has never been great
er than he will be great in his last
hour. Read that! What you refuse to
justice and mercy and courage and
guiltlessness you will grant maybe to
your ORDER"
She forced into his hand the written
statement of Cecils name and station.
The French marshal glanced his eye
on the fragment carelessly and coldly.
AS he saw the words he started and
read on with wondering cagerness.
"Royallieu!" he muttered. "Royal-
lleu!> The years had been many since
Cecil and he had met, but not so many
but that the name brought memories
of friendship with it and moved him
with a strange emotion.
He turned with grave anxiety to GIG
| arctic.
you speak strangely. How came
this in your hands?''
'Thus: The day that you gave me the
cross l saw Princess Corona. I hated
her, and went-no matter. From her
learned that he whom we call Louis
Victor was Of her rank, was of old
friendship with her house, was exiled
and nameless, but for some reason un-
known to her. She needed to see him.
l took the message for her. I sent him
to her. He went to her tent, alone, al
night. That was, Of course, whence
he came when Chateauroy met him. I
doubt not the Black Hawk had some
foul thing to hint of his visit and that
the blow was struck for her-for her!
Well, in the streets of Algiers I saw
~ AooAA Will q AdSC 1lhS LIS OWu-ul1
ferent, but the same race, look you.
l spoke to him. I taxed him. When
he found that the one whom spoke Of
was under sentence of DEATH he grew
mad. He cried out that he was his
brother and had murdered him-that
it was for his sake that the cruelty of
this exile had been borne-that if his
brother persisted he would be his de-
stroyer. Then I babe him write down
that paper, and I brought it hither to
you that you might see that 1 have
uttered the truth. And now is that
man to be killed like a mad beast
whom you fear? Is that death the re-
ward France will give for Zaraila?'
AS he heard he was visibly moved.
He remembered the felon's shame that
in years gone by had fallen across the
banished name of BERTHE Cecil. The
history seemed clear as crystal to him
seen beneath the light shed on it from
other days.
His hand fell heavily on the gun
carriage.
''Heavens! 1t was his brothers sin.
not his!' The marshal swung round
with rapid sign to a staff officer.
opens and ink-instantly! My brave
child, what can we say to you? 1 will
send an aid to arrest the execution Of