Waterbury Democrat., 1901-06-04
UNDER TWO FLAGS
By "oUIDA."


 His eyes softened as he heard ner, but the infexibility of his voice never altered.
 Tt is useless to argue with me-" he said briefly. 'I never change a sea tence.'
 "But I ss& that you shaIlw As the audaciouS words were flung forth she looked <fim full in the eyes, while her voicf rang with it's old imperious ora to s'You are great chief. You <fre as a monarch here You hold the gifts and the grandeur of the empire, but because of that, because you are as France in my eyes, I swear; by the name of France, that you shall see justice done to him-after death if you cannot in life. Do you know who is he, this man whom his comrades will shoot down at sunrise as they shoot down the murderer and the ravisher in their crimes? He is man who vindi- cated a woman's honor. He is a man who suffers in his brothers place. He is an aristocrat exiled to martyrdom. He is hero who has never been great CT than he will be great in his last hour. Read thatl What you refuse to justice and mercy and courage and guiltlessness you will grant maybe to your order"
 She forced into his hand the written statement of Cecirs name and station. The French marshal glanced his eye on the fragment carelessly and coldly- As he saw the words he started and read on with wondering eagerness.
 ~RoyalIfeuI'' he muttered. Royal lieuf' The years had been many since Cecil and he had met, but not so many but that the name brought memories of friendship with it and moved him with a strange emotion.
 He turned with grave anxiety to Gig arctic.
 'sYou speak strangely. How came this in your handsY'
 'sThus: The day that you gave me the cross I saw Princess Corona. I hated her, and went-no matter. From her learned that he whom we call Louis Victor was of her rank, was of old friendship with her house, was exiled and nameless, but for some reason un- known to her. She needed to see him. took the message for her. sent him to her. Hewent to her tent, alone, at night. That was, of course, whence he came when Chateauroy met him. I doubt not the Black Hawk had some foul thing to hint of his visit and that the blow was struck for her-for her! Well, in the streets of Algiers I saw a man with a face like his own-dif- ferent, but the same race, look you. spoke to him. taxed him. When he found that the one whom I spoke of was under sentence of death, he grew mad. He cried out that he was his brother and had murdered him-that it was for his sake that the cruelty of this exile had been borne-that if his brother perished he would be his de stroyer Then bade him write down that paper, and I brought it hither to you that you might see that I have uttered the truth. And now is that man to be killed like a mad beast whom you fear? Is that death the re- ward France will give for ZarailaT
 As he heard he was visibly moved. He remembered the felon's shame that in years gone by had fallen across the banished name of Bertie Cecil. The history seemed clear as crystal to him seen beneath the light shed on it from other days.
 His hand fell heavily on the gun carriage
 ..Heavensi It was his brothers sin, not hisr' The marshal swung round with a rapid sign to a staff officer.
 '.Pens and ink-instantly! My brave child. what can we say to you? will send an aid to arrest the execution of