The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1901-06-13
lARLY that morning when the
snowy cloud Of pigeons was
= circling down to take it's daily


bring in a string Of colts, bought of a
friendly desert tribe and destined to be
shipped to France, for the Imperial
Haras. The mission took two days.
Early on the third day they returned
with the string Of wild young horses,
that it had taken not little exertion
and address to conduct successfully
through the country into Algiers. Cha
teauroy was himself present when the
colts were taken into the stable yard,
and himself inquired, without the me-
dunn of any third person, the whole
details of the sale and Of the transit.
1t was impossible, with all his inclina-
ton, to find any fault either with the
execution of the errand or with the
brief, respectful answers by which the
corporal replied to his rapid and i'm
perious cross questioniRgs; hence the
inspection passed off peaceably. AS
the marquis turned on his heel, how
ever, he paused moment. ..:
,"yieter!' -: 'F'T E., :s4 !; =.
ny & c6mfmander?" '>ss''~1''''>
II have not forgotten your insolence
with those ivory toys, but the prin-
cess herself has deigned to solicit that
1t shall be passed over UNPUBLISHED.
She cannot, Of course, yield to your i'm
pertinent request to remain also un-
paid for them. I charged myself with
the fulfllment Of her wishes. You de-
serve the lash, but since miladi herself
is lenient enough to pardon you you
are to take this instead. Hold your
hand, STRIP
! Cecil put out his hand. He expected
to receive a heavy blow from his COM
mander's saber that possibly might
break the wrist. These little trifIes
were common in Africa.
Instead a handful Of napoleons was
laid on his open palm. Chateauroy
knew the gold would sting more than
the blow.
For the moment Cecil had but one i'm
pulse-to dash the pieces in the giver's
face. In time to restrain the impulse
he caught sight of the wild, eager ha-
tired cleaning in the eyes of Rake, of
Petit Plcpon, or a score Of others who
loved him and cursed their colonel and
would at one signal from him have
sheatnEu their swords in the mighty
frame of the marquis, though they
should have been shot down the next
moment themselves for the murder. |
The warning of Cigarette came to his
memory. His hand clasped the gold
he gave the salute calmly as Chateau
roy swung himself away, and, his hour
of liberty being come, he went slowly
out Of the great court, with the hand
full Of napoleons thrust in the folds of
his sash.
Rather unconsciously than by pre-
meditation his steps turned through
the streets that led to his old familiar
haunt, the AS du Pique, and, dropping
down on bench under the awning,
he asked for draft of water It was
brought him at once, the hostess, a
quick, brown, little woman from Paris,
whom the lovers of Eugene Sue called
Rigolette, adding of her own accord a
lump of ice and slice or two Of lemon,
for which she vivaciously refused pay
ment though generosity was by no
means her cardinal virtue He did not
look at the newspapers she offered
him, but sat gazing out from the tawny
awning, like the sail Of Neapolitan
felucca, down the checkered shadows
and the many colored masses Of the
little, crooked, rambling semibarbaric
alley. He was thinking Of the napo-
Icons in his sash and Of the promise
he had pledged to Cigarette. That he
would keep it he was resolved. Yet
WEAKNESS, a bitterness, he had never
known in the excitement Of active
service came on him, brought by this
sting of insult from the fair hand of an
aristOcrat.
There was absolutely no hope pos
sible in his future. The uttermost that
could ever come to him would be a
grade something higher in the army
that now enrolled him-the gift of the
cross or a post in the bureau. Al
gerine warfare was not like the cam
paign Of the armies Of Italy or the
Rhine, and there was no Napoleon
here to discern with unerring omnis-
cience leaders genius under the uni
form of common trooper. The heavy
folds of Bedouin's haik, brushing the
papers off the bench, broke the thread
of his musings. AS he stopped for
them, he saw that one was an English
journal some weeks old. His own
name caught his eye-the name buried
so utterly, whose utterance in the
sheik's tent had struck him like dag
gers thrust:
THE ROYALLIEU SUCCESSION.
We regret to learn that the Right Hon. viscount
Royallieu, who SO lately succeeded to the family
title on his fathers death, has expired at Men
tone whittier his health had induced him to 60
some months previous. The late lord was unmar-
ried. His next brother was, it will be remem-
bered, many years ago killed southern rail-
way. The title, therefore, now falls to the third
and only remaining son, the Hon. Berkeley Cecil,
who, having lately inherited considerable prop
critics from a distant relative, will, we believe,
revive all the old glories of this peerage, which
have, from q variety Of causes, lost somewhat OF
their ancient brilliancy.
Cecil sat quite still, as he had sat