Waterbury Democrat., 1901-06-01

V their marshals command in commence ration of Zaraila one alone remained apart, silent and powerless to rouse himself even to the forced semblance, the forced endurance, of their mischief and their pleasure. He sat motionless, sunk in thought, with his head dropped upon his breast. The voice of Ciga- rette broke on his musing.
 "Good sir, you are wanted yonder." He rose on the old instinct of obedi- ence.
 "For what"
 By your silver pheasant wonder. Cor
 "Who? I do not''-
 Gan you not understand? Miladi wants to see you. I told her I would send you to her. You know the great tent where she is throned in honor. Morbleu, as if the oldest and ugliest | bag that washes out my soldiers linen were not of more use and more de served such Judgment than Mime. Ia Princesse, who has never done aught in her life, not even brushed out her own hair of gold! She waits for you. Where are your palace manners? Go to her, I tell you. She is of your own people. We are notp'
 The vehement, imperious phrases coursed in disorder one after another, rapid and harsh and vibrating with 2 hundred repressed emotions. He paus- ed one moment, doubting whether she did not play some trick upon him; then, without word, left her and went rapidly through the evening shadows.
 "And I have sent him to her when [ should have fired my pistol into her breastr' she thought as she sat by the dying embers. And she remembered once more the story of the Marseilles fisher woman. She understood that terrible vengeance under the hot south ern sun beside the ruthless southern seas.
 Meanwhile he, who so little knew or needed how he occupied her heart, passed unnoticed through the move ments of the military crowds, crossed the breadth that parted the encamp- ment from the narquees of the gener- als and their guests, gave the counter sign and approached, unarrested and so far unseen save by the sentinels, the tents of the Corona suit.
 He bowed low before the princess, preserving that distant ceremonial due rom the rank he ostensibly held to hers.
 Madame, this is very merciful. I know not how to thank you"
 She motioned to him to take seat near to her, while the Levantine, who knew nothing of the English tongue, retired to the farther end of the tent.
 T only kept my word, . she answer ed, flor we leave the camp tomorrow; Africa next week."
 "So soon?'' She saw the blood forsake the bronz- ed fairness of his face and leave a dusky pallor there. It wounded her as l if she suffered herself. For the first time she believed what the little one had said-that this man loved her.
 T sent for you" she continued hur- riedly. There are many things I de sire to say to you. I must entreat you to allow me to tell Philip what know. You cannot conceive how intensely op pressive it becomes to me to have any secret from him. never concealed so much asa thought from my brother in all my life, and to evade even a mute question from his brave, frank eyes makes me feel a traitress to him.''
 Anything else" he muttered. "Ask me anything else. For Gods sake, do not let him dream that I live!''
 '.But why? You, still speak to me in enigmas. Tomorrow, moreover, before we leave, he intends to seek you out as what he thinks you-a soldier of France. He is interested by all he hears of your career He was first in- terested by what I told him of you when he saw the ivory carvings at my villa. asked the little vivandiere to tell you this, but, on second thoughts, it seemed best to see you myself once more, as had promised. That French child forced her entrance here in l strange fashion. She wished to see me, I suppose, and to try my courage too. She is little brigand, but has true and generous nature, and she loves you very loyalty"
 "Cigarette?" he asked wearily sOh, mol I trust not! I have done nothing to win her love, and she is fierce lit tie creature who disdains all such weakness. She forced her way in here? That was unpardonable, but she seems to bear a singular dislike to | you"
 Singular, indeed! I never saw her until today"
 He answered nothing. The convic- tion stole on him that Cigarette hated her because he loved her.
 And yet she brought you my mes sage" pursued lis companion. 'That seems her nature-violent passions, yet thorough loyalty. But time is pre- cious. I must urge on you what I bade you come to Iear. It is to i'm plore you to put y6Nr trust, your con fdence, i'll Philip. Let him learn that you live; let him decide whether or not this sacrifice of yourself be needed. His honor is as puncti1ious as that of any man on earth. His friendship you can never doubt. Why conceal anything from him?'
 His eyes turned on her with that dumb agony which once before had chilled her to the soul.
 Do you think, if I could speak in. honor, should not tell you all?"
 A flush passed over her face, the first that the gaze of any man had ever