Waterbury Democrat., 1901-05-27

She forced the end betlCeen his lips. shots had been pouring on her in the midst of a battle, but, with the rapid long before she reached the place, lift ed aside first one, then another,- of the lffeiess Arabs that had fallen above him and drew out from beneath the suffocating pressure of his horses weight the head and the frame of the chasseur whom Flick -Flack had sought out and guarded.
 For a moment she thought him dead. Then, as she drew him out where the cool breeze of the declining day could reach him, a slow breath, painfully drawn, moved his chest. She saw that he was unconscious from the stifing oppression under which he had been buried since noon. An hour more with out one touch of fresher air and life would have been extinct.
 Cigarette had with her the flask of brandy that she always brought on such errands as these. She forced the end between his lips and poured some down his throat. Her hand shook slightly as she did so, a weakness the gallant little campaigner never before then had known.
 1t revived him in degree. He breath ed more freely, though heavily and with difficulty still, but gradually the deathly leaden color of his face was replaced by the hue of life, and his heart began to beat more loudly. Con- seriousness did not return to him. He lay motionless and senseless, with his head resting on her lap and with Flick F1ack. in eager affection, licking his hands and his hair
 fsHe was as good as dead, Flick Flack, if it had not been for you and me" said Cigarette, while she wetted his lips with more brandy. .'Ah, bah!. And he would be more grateful, Flick 'Flack, for scornful scof from mi ladI.v
 Still though she thought this, she let his head lie on her lap, and as she looked down on him there was the glis- ten as of tears in the brave. sunny eyes of the little Friend of the Flag.
 "He is so handsome, so handsomew she muttered in her teeth, drawing a silklike lock of his hair through her hands and looking at the stricken strength, the powerless limbs, the bare chest, cut and bruised and heaved pain fully by each uneasy breath. She was of a vivid, voluptuous, artistic nature; she was thoroughly womanlike in her passions and her instincts, though she so fercely condemned womahhood. If he had not been beautiful, she would L. ,%I once have pitied his fate.
 And he was beautiful still, though his hair was heavy with dew and dust, though his face was scorched with powder, though his eyes were closed as with the leaden weight of death and his beard was covered with the red stains of blood that had flowed from the lance wound on his shoulder
 The restless movements of little F1ick-F4ack detaehed piece of twine passed around his favorite's throat; the glitter of gold arrested Cigarettes eyes She caught what the poodle's inn patient caress had broken from the string. It was a small blue enamel me dallion bonbon box with hole through it by which it had been slung-a tiny toy once costly, now tarnished, bor it had been carried through many rough scenes and many years of hardship, had been bent by blows struck at the breast against which it rested, and was clotted now with blood Inside it IVES a woman's ring of sapphires and opals.
 ! She looked at hoth close in the glow