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

"Wh0t are you to hin1?'
ficulty, ran in it's brief phrases that the
| slow muttering of the old shoemaker
| drew out in tedious length.
Cigarette heard. She never made a
| movement or gave a sound, but all
the blood fed out of her brilliant face
leaving it horribly blanched beneath
| its brown sun scorch, and her eyes,
distended, senseless, sightless, We're
fastened on the old mans slowly NOV
| ing mouth.
"Shot!' she said vacantly. "Shot!
Her vengeance had come without her
once lifting her hand to summon it.
1.-The blow was struck for her." she
muttered. 1T was that night, you
hear-that night?'
"What night? Thou lookest so
strangely. Dost thou love this doomed
soldier?'
Cigarette laughed-a laugh whose
echo thrilled horribly through the
lonely Moresco courtway.
"Love! Love! I hated him, look
you! So I said. And longed for my
vengeance. It is Gomez
Then she crushed the letter in one
hand and flew, fleet as any antelope,
through the streets Of the Moorish
quarter and across the city to the
quay.
The people ever gave way before
her, but now they scattered like fright
ened sheep from her path. There was
something that terrified them in that
bloodless horror set upon her face and
in that fury Of resistless speed with
which she rushed upon her way.
Once only in her headlong career
through the throngs she paused. It
was as one face, on which the strong
light of the noOntide poured, came be-
fore her. The senseless look changed
in her eyes. She wheeled out of her
route and stopped.
"You have his face!' she muttered.
''What are you to him?'
ITO Whom?'
'"To the man who calls himself Louis
Victor, a chasseur Of my army?"
Her eyes were fastened entirely upon
him, keen, ruthless, fierce, in this mo-
ment, as hawks. He grew pale and
| murmured an incoherent denial. He
sought to shake her off, first gently,
then more rudely. He called her mad
and tried to fling her from him, but the
1.-the fingers only wound themselves
closer on his arm.
"Be still, fool" she muttered. "You
are of his people. You have his eyes
and his looks and his features. He
disowns you or you him. No matter
which, he is Of your blood, and he lies
under sentence of death. Do you know
that?'
With stifled cry the other recoiled
from her. He never doubted that she
spoke the truth. None could who had
looked upon her face.
do not lie to me-" she said CURLY
ut avails you nothing. Read that"
She thrust before him the paper the
| pigeon had brought. His hand trem-
bled sorely as he held it, He believed
in that moment that this strange crea-
ture, half soldier, half woman, ha
brigand, half child, knew all his stor
and all his shame from his brother. -
"Shot" he echoed hoarsely as she
had done when he had read on to trr
end. "shot! Oh, my God, and III am
his brother!''
She was silent. Looking at him fix-
eddy, it did not seem to her strang
that she should thus have met one e.
his blood in the crowds Of Algiers.
"You are his BROTHER" she said SLOW
~. "Tell me his name, his rank
He was silent. Coward and egotist
that he was. both cowardice and ego
tlsm were killed in him under the over
Whelming horror with which he felt
himself as truly by moral guilt fratri-
eide as though he had stabbed his elder
fh;1ugh the heart. .sss .5. HI!