The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1901-06-27

sea that sweeps down all before It. He
moved slowly back over the desolate
tracks OF land stretched between him
and the Algerian halting place. He
had no fear that he would find his
brother there. He knew too we'll the
nature with which lie had to deal.
the piteous cries Of a mother goat
caught his ear. She was bleating be:
side water course, into which her kid
of that spring had fallen. He stopped
and with some little difficulty rescued
the little goat for it's delighted dam.
AS he bent over the water he saw
something glitter beneath it. He caught
it in his hand and brought it up. It
was the broken half of chain of goldi
with jewel in each link. He changed
color as he saw it. He remembered 1t
as one that Venetia Corona had worn
on the morning that he had been ad-
mitted to her. He stood looking at the
shining links, with their flashes Of pre-
cious stones. They seemed to have
voices that spoke to him Of her about
whose beautiful white throat they had
been woven-voices that whispered in
cessantly in his ear, "Take up your
birthright, and you will be free to sue
to her at least, if not to win her." No
golden and jeweled plaything ever
tempted starving man to theft as this
tempted him now to break the pledge
he had just given.
His birthright! He longed for it for
this woman's sake-for the sake, at
least, of the right to stand before her
as an equal and to risk his chance with
others who sought her smile-as he
had never done for any other thing
which, with that heritage, would have
become his. Yet he knew that, even
We're he to be false to his word and go
forward and claim his right, he would
never be able to prove his innocence.
He could never hope to make the
world believe him unless the real GRIM
inal made that confession which he
held himself forbidden by his own past
action ever to eXtort.
lt'Was almost noon when, under the
sun scorched branches of the pine that
stretched it's sOmber fans up against
the glittering azure of the morning
skies, he approached the gates of the
Algerine house of call, study for the
colors of Gerome, with the pearly gray
Of it's stone tints and the pigeons
wheeling above it's corner towers.
Cecil went within and bathed and
dressed and drank some of the thin,
cool wine that found it's way hither in
the wake of the French army. The
trampling of horses on the pavement
below reused his attention. A thrill
of hope went through him that his
brother might have lingering con-
science, latent love enough to have
made him refuse to obey the bidding
to leave Africa. He rose and leaned
out. Amid the little throng of riding
horses, grooms and attendants who
made an open way through the poly
glot crowd of an Algerian caravan
sary at noon he saw the one dazzling
face of which he had so lately dream
ed by the water freshet in the plains.
1t was but moments glance, for she
had already dismounted from her mare
and Was-passingg -Mithin--Mith .two
other ladies of her party. But in that
one glance he knew her. He went
down into the court below and found
her suit.
"Tell your mistress that L, Louis
Victor, have some jewels which belong
to her and ask her permission to re-
store them to her hands," he said to
one Of her equerries.
"Give them to me if you have picked
| them up" said the man, putting out
his hand for them.
Cecil closed his hand upon them.
"Go and do as bid you.''
The equerry paused, doubtful wheth-
er or not tc resist the tone and the
words. A Frenchman's respect for the
military uniform prevailed He went
Within,
In the best chamber of the caravan
sary Venetia Corona was sitting, list
less in the heat, when her attendant
entered. x She had heard the day be-
fore a story that had touched her Of a
plains and had been brought through
the hurricane and the sandstorm at
every risk by his comrade, who had
chosen to endure all peril and wretch
edness rather than leave the dead body
to the vultures and the kites. It was a
nameless story to her-the story of two
obscure troopers, who, for aught she
knew, might have been two Of the riot
GUS and savage brigands that were
common to the army of Africa. But
the loyalty and the love shown in it
had moved. her. When her servant ap.
preached, her now with Cecirs mes
sage, she hesitated some few moments,
then gave the required permission. "He
has once been assgentleman. It would
be cruel to wound him." though
imperial beauty, who would ha
fused a prince or neglected duke v III
chill indifference. He bowed very low
that he might get his calmness back
before he looked at her, and her voice