The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1901-07-04
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There is no wonder he loves your
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There is no wonder he loves your
''He! Who?" % p
"The man who carves the toys you
give your dog to break! All, how he
loves you! When he was down with
his wounds after Zaraila, he said so.
But he never knew what he said, and
he never knew that heard him. You
are like the women Of his old world.
Though through you he got treated
like a dog, he loves you! And you
think it insult, I will warrant-insult
for a soldier who has nothing but his
courage and his endurance and his her
oism under suffering to ennoble him
to dare to love Nine. la Princess Coro-
ma! l think otherwise. I think that
Nine. la Princess Corona never had a
love of so much honor, though she has
had princes and mobiles and all the men
of her rank no doubt at her feet,
through that beauty that is like a
spellr'
''You speak wildly and at random,
like the child you are" the grande dame
answered her with chill, contemptuous
rebuke. II do not imagine that the
person you allude to made you his
confdant in such a natter
He" retorted Cigarette. ''He be-
longs to your class, miladi. He is as
silent as the grave. You might kill
him, and he would never show it hurt.
l only know what he muttered in his
fever"
when you attended him?"
mot IT. cried Cigarette, who saw for
the first time that she was betraying
herself. "He lay in the scullion's tent
where was, that was all, and he was
delirious with the shot wounds. Men
are often''-
"Wait. Hear me a little while be-
fore you rush on in this headlong and
foolish speech" interrupted her au-
ditor. 'You err in the construction
you have placed Oh the words what
ever they were, which you heard. The
gentleman-he is a gentleman-whom
you speak Of bears me no love. We
are almost strangers. But by strange
chain Of circumstances he is connected
with my family. He once had great
friendship with my brother. For rea-
sons that do not know, but which are
imperative with him, he desires to
keep his identity unsupported by every
one. An accident alone revealed it to
me, and I have promised him not to
divulge it. You understand"
Cigarette gave an affirmative ges-
ture. Her eyes were fastened sudden
~, yet with a deep, bright glow in
them, upon her companion. She was
beginning to see her way through his
secret-a secret she was too intrinsical-
ly loyal even now to dream of betray-
ing.
'Then you will cease to feel hatred
toward me for so senseless a reason as
that I belong to the aristocracy that
offends you, and you will remain silent
on what tell you concerning the one
whom you know as Louis Victor?"
Cigarette nodded assent. The sullen
fire glow still burned in her eyes, but
she succumbed to the resistless infu-
ence which the serenity, the patience
and the dignity of this woman had over
her.
ed abruptly.
"He was, yes"
ooh, he wasp cried Cigarette, with
her cold irony. "Then he must be al
ways, mustn't he? You think too much
Of your blue blood, you patricians, to
fancy it can lose its royalty, whether it
run under a kings purple or corpo-
RAILS canvas shirt. Blood tells, they say.
Do you want me to tell you why he
lives among US, buried like this?'
"Not if you violate any confidence to
do So"
mo, he makes no confidence, prom
Use you. Not ten words will monsei-
gneur say if he can help it about any
thing. He is as silent as lama. But
we learn things without being told in
camp, and I know we'll enough he is
here to save some one else, in some one
else's place. It is a sacrifice, look you,
that nails him down to this martyrdom.
Look you, miladi," said Cigarette half
sullenly, half passionately, for the
words were wrenched out Of her gen.
crosby and choked her in their utter
alice, IudC mdu SUFFERS. Ills lie mere
is hell upon earth. I don't mean for
the danger, but for the indignity, the
subordination, the license, the brutal
ity, the tyranny. He is as if he were
chained to the galleys. He never says
anything, Oh no! He is of your kind,
you know! But he suffers. Now, if
you be his friend, can you do nothing
for him? Can you ransom him in no
way? Can you go away out of Africa
and leave him in this living death to
get killed and thrust into the sand, like
his comrade the other day?'
II could not abandon one who was
once the friend Of my family to such a
fate as you picture without very great
pain. But I do not see how to alter
this fate, as you think I could do with
so much ease. I am not in its secret.
l do not know the reason Of it's seem
ing suicide. This gentleman has chosen
his own path. It is not for me to
change his choice or spy into his mo-